Page 89 of Paradox
I think this is what it was meant to feel like in high school. Notjust fun, but so, so much more.
If it had been like this, nothing would have been questioned. If it had been like this, I would have had somewhere else to go.
Holding me tight, a frustrated groan echoes through our kiss as Eden grinds up against my ass.
I reach behind me and between his legs to stroke him with my hand, but he snatches it away and puts it back over his shoulder.
I stare down at him, and we’re at another standoff.
Five seconds. Ten seconds. Fifteen—
It’s Eden who makes first contact this time around.
I tilt my hips and grind against his stomach.
He lets me, so I do it again.
The next time I rock back, he holds me in place so he can grind against me before manhandling me back against his stomach.
Withdrawing his hand from beneath my shirt, he rests it against my cheek. His touch is tender compared to the rough calluses on his fingertips from all the work he’s been doing. And I do the same to him, but feel the three day growth that’s making my chin red.
Huffs and moans are soon so frequent that they make kissing almost impossible.
“Will you take me now?” I whisper against his lips.
“Not today, Little One.”
“But… That’s not fair.” Our grinding continues as I plead my case. “You can’t do this… You can’t call me that, and…”
With both arms enveloping me, Eden holds me still, and repeats, "Not today.”
I whine, "But why?” and try desperately to keep rubbing against him.
“Are you already addicted to my cum?”
In pure frustration I bite his bottom lip. “I hate you.”
“No you don’t.”
No I don’t.
“So… Do you want fish for lunch?”
I shake my head just to spite him.
“You’re cute when you’re being indignant.”
“And you’re an asshole when you think you’re being smart.”
Standing, Eden lifts me with him and walks us both to the kitchen.
Sitting me on the counter in the exact same place he did last night when he fucked my inner thighs raw, he uses both hands to smooth the hair back off my face, then kisses the tip of my nose and tells me, "Sometimes you have to deny yourself of something to make sure it’s what you really want.”
"That sounds like an excuse."
"It can sound like whatever the hell you want it to sound like, but it's my answer."
"I already know what I want."
