Page 80 of Paradox
My bare back is against his bare chest.
His other arm is supporting both our weight as his dick pistons between my thighs—his kiss as violent as his thrusts.
“E–Eden…”
“What is it, Little One?”
“You s–said you’d make me feel good, too.”
Air hisses past his teeth as he takes a deep breath in. “I’d hate how desperate you are if it didn’t make my dick so fucking hard.”
“I’m sorry,” I lie.
“No, you’re not.”
As Eden pushes off the steps, I relax my legs so he can slide from between them. With both of his feet on the floor, he offers me his hand as I turn around. Once I’m facing him, I’m the one who’s looking down; naked, covered in oil from my waist to my knees.
Not allowing me to step down, Eden scoops at my underarms and lifts me.
I hate it—but also, I don’t.
I wrap my legs tightly around him.
One of his hands snakes up my back and into my hair to guide me forward and back against his lips.
“I can’t say I ever thought I’d like the feeling of a dick against my stomach,” Eden tells me as he holds our foreheads together. “But I like the feeling of yours.”
Once more, his words send me dizzy.
“Do you want more?”
I eagerly nod my head because I can’t do anything else right now.
Keeping the arm he has wrapped around my waist where it is, the hand Eden had in my hair is now traversing my lower back.
Lower and lower he goes until he’s reaching beneath my ass.
His middle finger is back, circling, teasing. With time he applies enough pressure that I think he’ll push inside, but he never does.
When I’ve given up hope that he’ll give me anything else, I lean my head forward against his shoulder.
“I hope you’re not giving up now.”
“I can’t handle you teasing me like this.”
“Doesn’t it feel good?”
“Yes, but—ahhh.” My hips jerk again.
“But what?”
“It’s not enough.”
Eden tilts his head back so he can look at me properly. “You wanna come already?”
“Yes—ahhh.Stop it! You’re driving me insane.”
“And why is that a bad thing?”
