Page 76 of Love Without Control

A smile quirked my lips. “Go to sleep, Eden.”

The sun was barely peeking through a gap in the curtains when I woke up with a hand moving over my body. A small hand.Eden.She was touching me, and I tried to keep my breathing even so she didn’t know I was awake.

Fleeting touches over my shoulder turned into curious squeezes of my biceps before trailing down and tracing the veins of my forearm. It was a slow, inquisitive exploration that I had no intention of stopping.

Inching her fingers down my ribs, Eden looped her arm around me and slid her palm up and down my torso a few times before rolling one of my nipples between her thumb and middle finger.Jesus fucking hell.She made a quiet sound from the back of her throat when her hips pressed forward against my ass, and I had to suppress a moan of my own.Is she turned on?I sure as fuck was, my cock throbbing against the confines of my underwear.

Then her hand moved lower, to my abdomen, her index finger bumping slowly over each ab muscle on one side and then the other, as if she were counting them. Then she was touching my happy trail, and she was so fucking close to where I longed for her to be. When she crept her hand a little lower, I finally spoke.

“Sweetheart, if you lower your hand another inch, you’re going to find out exactly how much I like being in bed with you.”

She stilled her hand, pausing for a long moment, and I wondered if maybe she had been touching me in her sleep. But then she took that last inch, moving her fingers over the tip of my erection that was peeking out the top of my boxer briefs.

A hiss seeped out from between my teeth before I groaned her name. “Eden.”

“Do you want me to stop?” she asked, her words as tentative as her hand.

“Absolutely not,” I answered before she’d even stopped talking.

The scrape of teeth on my shoulder blade came at the same time Eden’s thumb swirled around the head of my cock, drawing out a thick bead of sticky fluid. She smeared it around the tip three times before lowering her hand another couple inches to cup my shaft over my underwear.

“Fuck,” my voice trembled as she took my measure, giving me a squeeze that made my balls clench.

“You’re thick,” she whispered, her warm breath gusting against my back.

That proclamation brought images to the forefront of my mind… dirty, sweaty images of two bodies moving in the dim light of morning. Thoughts of stretching her with that thickness, making her pussy accommodate me, induced another gush of pre-cum to ease out and pool on my stomach.

Eden’s fingers skittered up and down my cloth-covered dick, from my balls all the way back to my crown, before sliding her fingertips into the waistband of my briefs.

“Is this okay or am I overstepping?” she asked.

Rolling onto my back, I looked over at her, noting the way she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth.Does she actually think I would say no to her? To this?I cupped the back of her head, sinking my fingers into the mess of her hair.

“Eden, I think of you while I’m jerking off in the shower every single morning. So this…” I gripped her wrist and pushed her hand farther into my underwear until her palm was resting against the length of me, earning me a gasp from her. “Having you touch me is a fucking dream come true. And anything you could do to me wouldn’t even come close to the filth I think of while I’m stroking my cock to thoughts of you. So, to answer your question, no, you’re not overstepping.”

Her eyes were wide with shock, but the blue pools darkened slightly at my words even as the prettiest pink shade ascended her neck and coated her cheeks. Then she smiled… sweet and a little bit shy, which made my cock twitch against her hand. My bold girl had a bashful side, and it turned me the fuck on.

With my free hand, I worked my briefs down my thighs and kicked them off beneath the covers. Then I peeled back the sheet to expose myself with Eden’s hand pressed against me. I studied her as she looked down, as her tongue slipped out to wet her lips. That tiny peek of pink and the slickness it left there was about the sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

Drawing my gaze down, I watched as she wrapped her fingers around my shaft and gave me a small, testing stroke. Her hand didn’t quite reach all the way around my girth, which only made me harder.Because yeah, I’m a guy.

“Feels good, baby girl,” I encouraged on a shaky breath.

On my admission, her next movement was less tentative, a long stroke from my base to my tip. Eden sat up, curling her legs beneath her, eyes rapt on what she was doing. Her movements were unhurried, as if she were learning my cock with every touch.

Up and down, up and down. The tiny twists of her wrist. I was mesmerized by all of it. Her free hand drifted up my abdomen, almost absently, fingers tenderly caressing the hard planes of my body.

“You’re beautiful,” she murmured.

Tugging on her hair until she looked up at me, I rasped, “Not nearly as beautiful as you, sweetheart. You make it hard for me to breathe.” I pulled her toward me, needing to taste her mouth, but after giving me only a soft peck, she pulled back, turning her attention back to what her hand was doing between my legs.

Not that I was complaining about a hand job, for fuck’s sake, but I wanted a kiss. Maybe she was self-conscious about morning breath.

Eden gripped me a little tighter and continued pleasuring me with long, slow strokes, her eyes occasionally flashing to me, watching for my reaction.

“That feels so fucking good, sweetheart,” I assured her.

I’d always thought I was the master of my own body, that I knew how to masturbate and bring myself pleasure better than anyone. After all, it wasmycock. But I was sorely mistaken. My rough, quick strokes were nothing compared to Eden’s hand wrapping around my dick, gliding with aching slowness. There was something so sensual, so intimate, about watching her fuck me with her small, soft grip.

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