Page 25 of Wasted On Us

“Thanks.” We seem to be getting closer to each other, as if we’re two objects in space caught in each other’s orbits, dancing in ever-smaller loops until we crash into each other.

“No. Thank you,” she whispers, her face inches from mine. She’s taller than most girls I’ve dated, with long, elegant limbs, so it isn’t a strain for her to kiss me at all. She simply reaches forward with her mouth, and her lips brush against mine.

All of my concerns about screwing up the past few days dissolve into this kiss. The very first real kiss we’ve shared. It’s chaste until it isn’t, her breath hot against mine, lips still tasting faintly of coffee. It’s an opening, one that I want to take full advantage of. I wind my hands through her silky hair, deepening the kiss, and she moans in response. Her tongue probes against mine, and she pushes against my chest, walking me backward until I bump against the wall.

“Mateo? Remember when we… you know… last time?”

My dick hardens into a steel rod. “I haven’t been able to think of much else.”

“I want that again. But this time, I want it all.”

Her hands slip up under my shirt, roving along the muscles of my stomach. I do the same, reaching for the bottom hem of her sweatshirt and lifting it over her head, tossing it somewhere behind her on the floor. There’s an urgency to her movements, as if she’s wanted to do this since we first laid eyes on each other. I’m inclined to agree, and my knees go weak with longing when her fingertips find my belt buckle, sliding the leather through the metal and making their way to my fly.

Eden’s fingers skillfully navigate the buttons and zippers, and she drops to her knees before me, looking up with a mix of determination and vulnerability in her eyes. A shiver of anticipation courses through me, and the room’s temperature seems to spike suddenly. The intensity of my desire for her in this moment is overpowering, making my heart beat wildly and my breath catch in my throat. Every ounce of me is focused on what she’s about to do, and the world beyond this room ceases to exist.

Watching her there, kneeling before me in just her bra and a pair of tight leggings, I am astounded to find that she’s somehow more beautiful than before. Her hands grip my belt loops and shimmy my pants down my legs, running her nails along the skin of my thighs and admiring the way my cock bobs in the open air.

“Um… is this okay?” She tugs her lower lip between her teeth, and I am about lose it. “That I’m down here that is.”

Suppressing a groan, I exhale. “It’s more than okay.”

Her tentative caress strokes lightly as she stares. “Your dick is really beautiful. I’ve never seen one up this close before.”

My sweet girl takes her time, outlining every vein and sinew, every ridge and mesa. And I just stare at her as she remains fascinated byme. There isn’t time for me to feel self-conscious about any of this, not that I’d want to. I never expected this, but I’m not sorry she’s in her curious and down-to-explore era.

“Can I lick it?” she asks, her fingertips grazing the underside of the head.

The answering jerk speaks for me. “If you want to.”

I watch in rapt fascination like I’m watching one of those slo-mo highlights reels on late-night TV, and then it’s happening. Those full lips open right at the same time as my full-body shiver. Eden takes me in her mouth, swirling her tongue along my stiff head. My vision dims for a moment from the intensity of it all before she eases into a gentle rhythm, bobbing her head along my length.

Then she stops and peeks up at me. “Is this good? Am I doing it right?”

I thread my hands through her glorious thick hair and groan. “You’re perfect.”

She nods once and goes back to sucking me between those perfect lips. Between the noises she keeps making with her mouth and the swell of her breasts as she moves back and forth, I’m terrified that this will end any minute now, without me ever having touched her.

“Eden,” I choke out. “Please. You have to stop.”

She releases me with a teasing pop. “What? Did I do something wrong?”

“No, no. You are amazing.” I’m embarrassed to find myself slightly out of breath, struggling to get the words out. “I just don’t want this to be over as soon as it starts, and you said you wanted it all.”

“So, I did okay, huh?” she smirks, and it ignites something inside of me. I grab her firmly by her arm, lifting her to her feet, and kiss her again, harder than before. Standing in the living room, I look for a surface at the right height, and my eyes settle on the couch in the center of the room. Perfect.

“In the spirit of giving youeverything, I want to try something,” I groan, turning her away from me and pushing her toward the back of the couch. Once she is stuck between my body and the sofa, I place her arms on the back of the couch and bend her forward, gripping the waistband of her leggings and peeling them down her legs, along with her panties.

“Are you comfortable?” I trail a finger along the crease between her legs, and she nods in response, biting back a moan. Satisfied that I’m not doing anything she doesn’t want, I slip one finger into the wetness I find there, then another. She instinctively angles her hips to accommodate the motion, and I find the gesture extremely hot.

“I want you inside me,” she groans, widening her stance and arching her back, and it’s all I can do to not come then and there. “I’ve been wanting it ever since I met you.”

I dig in my pocket for a condom and suit up before positioning myself. Obliging her command, I take my cock in my hand and angle it toward her, teasing her entrance and delighting in the way it makes her hiss. I was not prepared for her to push back against me, sliding my length inside of her in a fluid motion, and I swallow a moan.

She feels incredible. Tight. Hot. Usually, the women I sleep with are more submissive and wait for me to take the lead each time. I’m realizing that Eden is the sort of girl who sees something she wants and takes it—she wants to experience everything to its fullest just for the sake of it—and it’s totally spellbinding to me because it’s honest and real. I can’t last long like this.

With each thrust, she bounces back against me harder than the last. I reach between our bodies and strum her clit until she trembles, little mewls falling from her lips.

“God, Mateo. You’re so big, and I feel so full. Is this how it’s supposed to be?”

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