I silenced her with my lips, refusing to allow her to utter anything else. When her body relaxed into the mattress and her whimpers surrounded me like an erotic melody, I made my way down her neck before sitting up between her legs. With my fingers curled beneath the waistband of her panties, I locked my gaze with hers, silently asking for permission, making sure this was what she wanted. And as soon as she offered me her response-a quick nod and a slow smile-I wasted no time dragging the thin fabric down her legs and over her feet before tossing it to the floor.
Her soft skin felt like satin beneath my hands as I ran them over her inner thighs, pausing when I made it to her center. She became putty in my hands. Her legs quivered and her breathing became slightly erratic while I traced her lips with feather-like strokes. With my middle finger, I tested the state of her arousal, sliding it through her folds just enough to feel her heat, to feel the slickness of her need, before gliding it to her hardened clit.
My fingers remained connected to her, but I needed more, so I slipped my other hand between her back and the mattress and settled my weight on my elbow. Blindly, I found the clasp to her bra and unhooked it, careful not to scratch her skin. It immediately gave and loosened against her chest, but I couldn't change positions in order to remove it. I didn't want to pull my hand from the spot between her legs, nor did I want to sit up and add distance between our bodies. Luckily, I didn't have to. Eden dragged the straps down her arms and dropped the bra over the side of the bed.
Finally, I had her completely bare.
I licked and teased her nipples until they were pebbled and colored a rosy pink. Her skin was creamy and soft, even when her body was covered in gooseflesh. While tending to her breasts, I continued stroking and lightly pinching her sex, causing her to buck against me and pant wildly. When I dipped a finger inside, she arched her body, as if to get closer, to silently beg me for more.
She extended her neck, digging her head into the pillow, and closed her eyes tight. After adding a second finger, stretching her more, I dragged myself up her body until our faces were aligned. "Look at me, Eden."
Instead of doing as I asked, her lips parted and a long, drawn-out sigh escaped. Her hips rolled as she rode my hand, pressing her mound against my palm for friction. I curled my fingers inside her and tickled the spot along her inner wall, which earned me whimpers of desperation.
"You want this? For me to get you off with my fingers? Make you come?" I stilled my hand and waited until her eyes shot open and found mine. "Then look at me. If this is what you want, then I need you to see me. Watch me. You need to understand that I'm here and I'm not going anywhere. I'm not leaving, Eden. I may have been your hurricane, but I won't leave you behind. I'll take you with me. I'll take you anywhere you want to go. Understand?"
I waited for her nod, and then continued my assault. With her eyes on mine, I couldn't stop. I added more pressure against her clit and increased the pace as her core began to tighten around my fingers. Her fingernails dug into the skin on my upper arm, but I barely noticed the pinch, too focused on the way she watched me. Situated between her legs, I started to undulate my hips in time with my hand, simulating my cock thrusting inside her while I brought her pleasure.
"Dane … " My name came out in a strained whisper, a growl wrapped in a moan.
My dick became impossibly harder with the sound of my name rolling off her tongue in the heat of the moment. Dripping with passion, heavy with lust. I needed to be inside her, but I couldn't stop until I watched her come apart beneath me. I needed to see her lose herself, memorize the expressions she wore when she climaxed.
Her eyes began to roll to the back of her head as her lids closed. A soft crimson glow tinted her cheeks, adding color behind the sheen of perspiration dotting her skin. Not a trace of tension lined her brow when her lips parted, and once again, she moaned, "Dane … oh my God, Dane."
I couldn't blink the entire time she came, too enthralled by the way her head tilted back, her mouth falling open. The way her body shuddered and clenched around me, refusing to let go. As the tremors began to subside, her eyes opened, her gaze lazy and seemingly unfocused. Meanwhile, I did nothing but lay between her legs and take it all in.
When her breathing evened out enough to speak, she found me watching her and immediately launched herself at me. She wrapped her legs around my hips and locked her ankles behind me. We were connected at the mouth, the chest, the stomach, the hips … panting heavily and desperate for more.
I grabbed the condom from the nightstand, but before I could open it, Eden took it from me. Using her teeth, she ripped it open and then proceeded to push me away enough to roll the latex over my erection. I nearly came on the spot, feeling her hand around my shaft. Her skin caressing mine. It was almost too much to bear. But then she said the magic words, and I didn't wait a second for more.
"I need you inside me, Dane. Now."
Reaching between our bodies, I gripped my cock and lined the tip up with her entrance. Her eyes captivated me as I studied the way they lit up when I pressed into her. Her lips parted just enough to gasp in pleasure, and her back arched, bringing us closer together.
I'd never before experienced anything so perfect.
She was made for me.
"Are you with me?" she asked as her walls tightened, signaling her peak.
I held my face above hers, our lips barely touching, breathing in each other's air. "I'm here. I'm with you." And then we both let go. I gave her all I had and took all she offered. Not once had I ever come at the same time as another. I never imagined it'd be that powerful.
Or maybe it was simply because it was with Eden.
15
Naked, sated, and content, Eden and I lay in bed, the blankets tossed to the side, and we talked. Eden was on her stomach, her arms crossed beneath her head, facing me while I lay on my side and drew lazy circles along her back.
"If you never found out that Gabi lied, or if she hadn't made it all up … would you still be with her?"
My fingers stilled. "I don't want to talk about her right now."
"Just appease me, please."
I knew her question wasn't out of some morbid fantasy to talk about the woman I'd just left. It was out of fear, and possibly a little insecurity. I wanted to ease her mind, but I didn't care to discuss another woman after being intimate with her. "Eden … we're naked. In bed. We literally just had sex. This isn't the right time to talk about her. Or anyone for that matter. I want to enjoy this moment with you."
She was quiet and I noticed her attention focused across the room, not on me. I knew she wouldn't let it go. Even if we didn't talk about it, she'd obsess over it internally. And I couldn't risk her withdrawing from me. Not after I finally had a taste of her.
Dropping my head to the pillow, I gave in. "A few years ago, I tried to tell her how unhappy I was. I wanted her to know that her depression affected me, as well. If she refused to try to make things better, I didn't know how much longer I would've been able to stay. But I wasn't able to get it all out. She thought I was telling her I was leaving and lost it. She said she wouldn't have anywhere to go if I left. She didn't have anyone and there'd be no point in living. From that moment forward, I thought I'd never be able to leave. I resigned myself to my circumstances and my fate."
"And you're not concerned about that now?"
I hesitated, trying to think of the right words to use. "This is going to sound cold, but it's not how I mean it. She's not my problem anymore. Do I want her to hurt herself? Absolutely not. But I can't consciously stay with her after knowing what she did, just to save her. For years, I thought she was broken because of what he did to her. During his trial, she tried to commit suicide. Now I realize it was nothing but her own guilt over what she did to him. I stayed through countless miserable years because I wanted to make her feel safe. I see now that I can't and never could. She's fucked up, and I can't fix that. I got complacent and accepted a role. Now I know it was a role that never existed, at least not the way I believed it to. I no longer feel responsible for fulfilling that need for her."
She turned onto her side to face me and placed her hand on my chest. "But that didn't answer my question. Would you still be with her now?"
"I did answer you. But it's not as simple as yes or no. I was miserable with her, Eden. And I'm not just saying that for your sympathy or to justify leaving her and ending up in your bed. It was like living under a raincloud … every single day. Can you imagine living like that? Never seeing the sun? Never feeling the warmth? Spending every second of every day cold and lonely? It drains you, physically kills you until you're nothing more than a shell of the person you used to be, walking around aimlessly. I was held prisoner by obligation, and now I feel free."