Page 75 of Unmoored

“Yeah, you like that,” I grunt as I pull myself out slowly, and it’s not a question. “But I have other ideas, too.”

“Mmhmmnnngh,” Eden moans. “Oh my god I sure hope you do.”

Still talking, then.I can’t help a wry smile down at him, just as he peeks through his eyelashes, and then he bursts out giggling.

“Nothing stops me for long.”

“I can see that,” I murmur. But I’m turned on as hell, and too impatient to spend more time trading words when I could be showing him all the ways I want him.

I pull back, stripping Eden’s shorts off without so much as a moment’s hesitation. His boner pops up, and I swoop down to suck it into my mouth.

Eden throws his head back and cries out in the most beautiful fucking sound I think I’ve ever fucking heard. As he gasps and pants and moans for breath, I keep on going, one hand wrapped around him to hold him steady so I can make him fall to pieces. The other hand, I keep wrapped around myself, squeezing and stroking as gently as I can to keep the ache of my need at bay.

The head of Eden’s cock hits the back of my throat, and it’s all I can do not to preen at the noises I’m drawing from him.

“Fuck, Murph,” he whimpers. “Fuck, I—holy fucking fucking?—”

“Mmmm?” I hum, enjoying the way he squirms at the vibrations.

Eden just shoves his hands under the pillows above his head, crying out raggedly every time I bobs my head down to take the whole thing into my throat. And I’m half-convinced I could live off that sound alone… not food, water, even oxygen. Just Eden’s pure and unrestrained pleasure.

It’s fucking gorgeous.

When he’s as desperate as I am, I pull my lips off his cock with a soft, wetpop. Then I straddle his hips and grab both of our cocks in one fist, thrusting down against him.

“Fuck fuck fuck—!” Eden is already in pieces under me. He grabs my sides, touches my chest, hands skimming over planes of muscles, fingertips teasing my nipples… but before long, all he can do is desperately clutch at my shoulders as his mouth falls open.

“More…” he gasps. “More, please. I want you.”

“With your body,” I tease him. And almost before the last syllable is out of my mouth, he’s already spreading his legs wide open, rocking up into me—making me throb with head-spinning pleasure at the sight of his eager, desperate desire.

“Fuck me, please,” Eden moans. “There’s lube right there.”

And I lean over and grab it, because… it finally feels right. Now that Eden knows that this isn’t just about what I want—that I wanthimto feel good, more than anything else in the world…

We’re ready for this. And I’m going to make sure he’sperfectlyready for me.

I crack open the lube and squirt it across my finger, waiting a moment for it to warm up before I slide the outside of my pinky up the inside of his thigh, teasing him all the way there.

Eden’s breath rushes out as I push my finger against him. He squeezes his eyes closed at first, his lips falling open. And fucking fuck, is this a sight to behold: Eden, somehow bedraggled but more beautiful than ever, open-mouthed and gasping in raw pleasure.

“Yes,” he moans, moving in time with my second finger, and then the third.

The seconds blur into each other. I’m living in this present moment, every single second, as it unfolds in front of me more perfectly than I ever could have imagined. And boy, have I imagined this sight—Eden, naked and moaning and tight under me as I slowly fuck him with my fingers.

He’s even getting hard again, his cock lying heavily against his stomach. And I’m sensing that?—

“Please,” Eden whimpers, even as his body tells me the same thing.

It almost sounds like he’s choking back tears, and it makes my eyes go blurry for a moment too. This couldn’t feel more different from where we first started—all the flirting and teasing and dirty promises—but god, was it worth the wait to share it with him now.

“Yeah,” I breathe out, once I can speak without my voice cracking. I slide my fingers out of him slowly, fumbling with tissues, and then more lube… and then I’m here, between his thighs as I wrap my fingers around the base of my own throbbing hard-on.

Fuck. Just being pressed up against his bare, hot body—covered in his sweat and listening to the music of his moans…

It’s perfect.

I want to make the moment last, so I try my hardest to slow down, rubbing my tip back and forth across the slick opening as he ripples into me and moans. But something shifts, and Eden grabs me by the shoulder blades, staring up at me with this intense, hungry, whole-hearted desire.

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