Page 50 of Under the Influence

My lips pop free of hers and kiss down her chin to her throat where I likely leave another hickey. Edith wiggles with pleasure before going still and sighing when my fingers brush across her nipple.

“Duke,” she whispers and sinks her fingers into my hair.

I smile at her voice’s relaxed hum. When my lips leave her throat, I look into her eyes and find only warmth. Her earlier fears have dropped away.

Edith presses me back and lifts herself over my body. Her long hair drapes her smiling face. She kisses me before mimicking my earlier moves. Her lips suck at my jaw before latching onto my throat. She even teases my nipple like my fingers did to hers.

Dropping a little lower, she sucks at the tender flesh next to my belly button. At this rate, she’s going to make me jizz before I ever get her panties off.

Adjusting her backward, I sit up and realize Edith’s treating this damn thing like schoolwork. Her expression shifts to a pout when she thinks we’re stopping.

My fingers slide her hair off her shoulders, making her shiver. I kiss her tenderly and let my hands shift downward to her lovely tits. Edith sighs when my thumbs slide across her nipples. First, I touch her over the negligee before my hands slide under the fabric.

Edith adjusts to sit on her knees. She leans forward and kisses me. I fill my hands with her soft flesh. Edith moans before immediately reaching for my chest like she’s programmed to follow my every move.

Normally, I’d have more patience, but my dick is painfully hard. I realize if I don’t find relief soon with Edith, I’ll need to take care of the problem myself.

Instead of excusing myself to the bathroom to jack off, I wrap my arms around Edith’s hips and lift her before gently dropping her on her back. Her lips pop open, and she stares wide-eyed. I offer her a quick kiss and stare into her eyes.

“This won’t work if you don’t let me take charge.”

“What am I doing wrong?” she asks, sounding like a teacher’s pet looking for a better grade.

“You’re challenging me like I’m Tuesday. We can’t wrestle if we want to find relief.”

“I want to make you feel good.”

“Then let me be in charge,” I insist and cup her hand around my cock straining against my boxers. Edith’s eyes widen again. “I’m so hard right now.” Freeing her hand, I lower my hand to her pretty pink panties. My fingers caress between her legs, finding her slick beneath the fabric. Edith sighs and bites her lower lip. “You’re already aroused. Just relax and I’ll do everything.”

“I should just go limp like a dead person?”

“No, you should go limp like a virgin.”

Edith’s irritation isn’t real. She’s scared. When fear takes hold of her, she gets agitated and starts pushing back.

“Do you want this to happen?” I ask when Edith stares at me.

“Yes.”

“You keep saying that, but you act like you think I’m tricking you into this.”

“I’m a Mooney. We trust no one.”

Studying her, I point out, “You trust plenty of people, but I don’t seem to be one of them.”

Edith looks hurt by my words and mumbles, “I love you.”

“I believe that, but that doesn’t change what I said.”

Edith twists her lips into a snarly expression. “I’m afraid of being judged.”

“You’re the most beautiful goddamn woman I’ve ever seen.”

“What if I make weird noises?”

“Then, I’ll know I’m doing a good job.”

Edith stares into my eyes before the corners of her mouth turn downward and tears fill her eyes.

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