Page 109 of Paradox
I shudder when he reaches my ribs.
As I chew my bottom lip, he moves up the side of my neck to behind my ears. Then it’s back down, over my collar bones, my chest, nipples, and stomach.
The heels of his palms keep travelling south over my sweat pants to push down on the tented fabric.
A strangled moan gets caught in my throat.
Eden leans forward to run the tip of his tongue across the bare skin, just above my waist band.
My fingers slide into his hair.
I close my eyes.
He licks up between my abs. I shudder as I hunch over him.
One of his giant hands paws at my chest, then pushes me back upright.
“E–Eden,” I gasp when his thumb flicks over my nipple.
He looks up at me. “Yes?”
“Let me touch.”
“No,” he says so smugly I want to slap him, before kissing my dick through my pants.
“Please,” I beg, all breathy and pathetic. “I wanna touch you, too.”
His lips curl up just like they did before, and he takes me by the wrist.
Shuffling back on the sofa, he pulls me on top of him and brings my hand to his throat.
“Do it,” he demands when I don’t move.
I obey, and wrap my fingers around his neck.
Eden drops his hand and grips my shaft through my sweats.
A heady pant escapes me, but as my head falls back Eden’s other hand squeezes my waist.
With a squeak, I jolt back up.
“You need to stay focused when you’re in control.”
“But you know I don’t wanna be.”
His hand covers mine and forces me tighter.
“I’m gonna need you to do this when you use me to fuck yourself.”
His words.
The imagery.
My eyes light up, and he smirks. “This is just for practice, so don’t get ahead of yourself. It’s harder to get the position right on top, and there’s no way in hell you could take me all first go round.”
I nod, pretending I know what he’s talking about. But now I’m picturing him straddling—
"Did you…”
