Page 163 of There's No Us Without You
Eden whimpers and her breathing picks up, the clenching and unclenching of her muscles letting me know she’s close.
“You want to come, Eden?” I say through gritted teeth, my own orgasm threatening to finish me early.
Fuck that. I’ve never left someone hanging, and I’m not about to now.
“Yes... I’m—” She’s cut off by the orgasm that rips through her body, her screams muffled when she presses her face into the mattress.
Shaking.
Writhing.
Screaming.
It doesn’t take long for me to let go, her pussy tightening around my dick over and over as her muscles keep clenching around me.
I’m falling, each thrust inside her bringing me closer to my knees, until I slam in one last time and release everything inside her.
My pain.
My heart.
My entire fucking soul.
I slump over her, my dick still throbbing inside her pussy.
Fuck . . . I just . . . need a damn minute . . . to breathe.
When I pull out, my cum drips from her pussy and I brush the sweat-soaked hair from her forehead. “You okay, baby?”
Humming, she nods and pushes her hips back against me, a contented sigh falling from her lips.
“I take that as a yes.” I grin, my breathing now settling to an acceptable pace.
Eden drops to her stomach on the bed and lets out a contented sigh. Before I do anything else, I untie the rope and place it back in my drawers. Then I run the shower, and help her into it, so I can clean between her legs gently.
She now smells like my body wash.
Like me.
After our shower, I hand her a clean T-shirt, then climb onto the bed. “Come here,” I say, patting the mattress beside me.
On a yawn, Eden shoves the shirt on and crawls up the bed to snuggle against my side. “That was... wow,” she says softly.
I trace circles over her shoulder with my fingertips and breathe in the vanilla scent of her hair. If I could relive one moment for the rest of my life, this would be in the top ten.
“That’s only the start of what I want to show you, Sunshine. But”—I tilt her head up so she’s looking directly at me—“you need to tell me how you want your fantasy to play out.”
Eyes wide, Eden licks her lips. “Can you... just surprise me?”
“That involves a lot of trust on your behalf, Eden. Give me something.”
For a moment she bites her bottom lip, her eyes darting between mine, her heart racing against my chest.
“You can tell me, no judgement.”
“Okay... I... want you to chase me.” She shrugs. “After that, you can surprise me. Do whatever you want.”
Whatever I want. Fuck. That’s a fucking lot.
