Page 23 of Tempting Eden

I wanted to feel him, to run my hands through his hair. I tried to pull my hands free, but his grip was too strong. He bit down on my nipple as I struggled, and I gasped from the sheer pleasure. He moved to my other breast with his mouth as his hand trailed lower still. He sucked my nipple to the point I thought I might come just from the sensation of his tongue. Every lick, every suck, streaked right to my clit.

He hooked his fingers in the side of my thong and yanked. He released my hands and breast and rose over me before pulling down my panties and tossing them aside. He slid his hands up my outer thighs to my hips, taking the material of the dress with him. When he moved the fabric high enough to see my pussy, he groaned and gripped my hips.

“Do you know how hard I want to fuck you right now?”

I shivered at his words. “Tell me.”

“I want to make you scream my name. I want to bruise you, to leave my mark. I want you to think about it with every step. Do you understand?”

My mind short-circuited at his words. His voice was sex, the kind I’d dreamed about but never really had.

“Yes.”God, yes.

“I want you to touch yourself and think about me fucking you.”

“I already do.”

“You do?”

“Yes.” I writhed beneath him as he massaged my hips, my ass.

“Show me.”

“Show you?”

“Show me what you do to yourself when you think about me fucking you. I want to see it.” The low rumble of his voice sent goosebumps rushing down my already flushed skin.

His face was still in shadow, but I knew mine was illuminated by the alarm clock light. I stared up at him, imagining his blue eyes on me, watching me. I slipped a hand down my neck, past my breasts, stomach, and down to my pussy. I palmed my breast with my other hand, kneading it as he had only moments before.

“That’s it, Eden. Show me.”

I dipped my fingers down to my clit, rubbing slow circles around the aching nub. I teased my clit, feeling the jolts of pleasure radiate from my pussy with each stroke. I moaned his name as I imagined him sliding inside me.

“Tell me what I do to you.”

The pressure built between my hips as I kept stroking my clit and pinching my nipple.

He gripped me even harder. “Tell me, Eden.”

“You slide your fingers in here.” I dipped down and pressed my fingers inside, feeling my tightness clamp down. “And then you lick them.”

He bent his head down. “Give them to me.”

I held out my hand and he licked my wet fingers. He groaned as he lapped each drop from me, his tongue like hot velvet.

“Then what?”

I dropped my hand back down to my pussy and separated my folds. He growled low in his throat as I rubbed up and down, squeezing my clit between my fingers. My hips rocked, and he dug his fingers even harder into my sides, likely leaving bruises.

“You sink your cock into me.” I was panting, my fingers stroking faster and faster as I imagined him inside me.

“And then what?”

“You fuck me like you can’t live without me. But also like you hate me. Hard. So hard.” I was getting close already. “You suck my tits as you pound into me.”

“Like this?” He bent over me and took my nipple in his mouth. He sucked and twirled his tongue around it, sending tremors through my body.

I moaned his name at the sensation. “I’m going to come.”

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