Page 45 of Desired By Eros

Kneeling before her, he tugged at her shorts and then her panties and looked at her, her rounded hips, soft belly, and dimpled thighs. He took in a breath and kissed a dimple before sucking it between his teeth. Her fingers threaded through his hair, and when he pressed a kiss to the apex of her thighs, they tightened just a little.

“Have you ever been with someone like me?” she asked when he looked up at her. She stood with complete confidence, her body exposed and without a hint of self-consciousness.

It wasn’t something he was expecting, yet another way she surprised him.

“What do you mean?”

She held his gaze as he stood up. “Someone with autism, and who is chubby?”

He smiled. “No, this would be the first time. And yes, desire comes in all forms, and if I only had one type, that would be hypocritical, right?”

She stared back at him, “Right.”

He slid his hands up her pale, porcelain-like skin, and goosebumps followed. Seeing her reacting to him bumped up his arousal even more. “You look good, Psyche. Like I said before, I like your body,” he said, squeezing her hips and then palming the globes of her ass.

“You did,” she said, her eyes lighting up with recognition. “Oh, were you flirting with me then?”

He laughed and kissed her. “I tried but obviously failed miserably.”

She giggled and pulled at his shirt, and he helped her take it off. Soft fingers lightly grazed his chest, lingering on a scar, following the line in his abs. Her hand pushed against him, and he sat on the edge of the bed.

She slowly traced her finger along the sharp lines of his face, her touch featherlight and deliberate. “You’re very pretty,” she murmured, studying him with a teasing glint in her eyes.

“I’m a guy, Psyche,” he scoffed.

She tilted her head like she was deep in thought. “Then you’re very handsome.” She paused, then smirked. “No, let’s make it neutral—you’re very hot.”

He chuckled, amused by her playful attempt to be diplomatic. But as his laughter faded and his gaze drifted forward, he suddenly went still. Her breasts were right there, tantalizingly close, and all thoughts momentarily fled from his mind.

He leaned forward and licked one breast while cupping the other. They were big but fit in his palms. He knew they were sensitive when her breath grew loud when he licked the buds, grazed his teeth on the undersides, and sucked them between his teeth. Her breathtaking body curved gracefully, a vision of pure perfection.

He could feel her tugging at his pants. “Eros,” she giggled. “Take off your pants.”

He groaned but stopped sucking her tits to help her take off his jeans. He barely kicked them off and grabbed her hips. “Come here.”

She let out a startled shriek but quickly straddled his legs. He studied her, taking in the way her body had softened, the tension from earlier now absent. The crease in her brow was gone, replaced by something looser, more at ease. Her breathing was slow and steady, her lips slightly parted as if caught in the remnants of a sigh.

Still, it wasn’t enough to assume—he wanted to be sure. He wanted her to feel as good as he did.

His fingers brushed her arms, light and deliberate. “What do you like?” he asked, wanting to hear it from her, to know exactly what made her feel good.

She stretched slightly. “What you did earlier was nice.”

Eros arched a brow, smirking. “Oh, before you interrupted me?”

She grinned. “Yeah, well…I wanted to get to the good part.”

His smirk deepened. “That wasn’t good?” He placed a hand over his heart, feigning hurt.

She bit her lip. “Hmm…it was okay.”

“Okay?” His voice held mock offense.

She laughed softly, the sound warm and unguarded, and he realized just how much he liked this side of her—relaxed, playful, completely in the moment. His fingers traced patterns on her skin, savoring the way she responded to his touch. “I like seeing you like this.”

“Like what?”

His gaze roamed over her, taking in the glow on her skin, the ease in her posture. “Like you’re just…here. Not overthinking. Just feeling.”

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