“You tell me if you want me to stop, okay?” he said as his lips pressed to my neck, moving along my jaw, and his hand snuck between our bodies. His fingers traced the lines of my bikini bottoms, sending a shiver down my spine. “Promise you’ll tell me.”
“I promise, Eden.”
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My heart was racing as I felt the intensity of his gaze on me. And I almost felt like all my oxygen was cut off when he explored further.
A tiny gasp escaped me when he looked at me intently as he pushed my bikini bottoms aside, probably watching me for any sign of discomfort.
Funny enough, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. I always thought I’d be afraid of anyone’s touch. Just the thought of any guy touching me even close to intimately made me want to hurl… but it wasn’t anything like that with Eden.
His fingers slipped between my lips, his touch so soft that I had to bite my bottom lip to stop from moaning.
“Is this okay?” he asked. I responded with a quick nod, unable to speak. “Do you want more?” Eden breathed against my ear, his lips brushing my skin.
Once again, I only managed to nod, but shortly after, a whimper fell from my lips when he teased my entrance with the tip of his finger, torturing me with a delicate touch that made my heart race.
Slowly, gently, he slipped a finger inside my cunt.
My lips parted at the intrusion, and his eyes locked with mine as he watched my reaction. He smiled at me, and God, I could’ve died looking at his beautiful smile.
I closed my eyes, feeling my muscles clench around his finger as he began to move it in and out of me.
His other hand left my waist and moved to cup my breast through my wet top, his fingers brushing against my nipple, making me gasp and arch into his touch.
“Eden,” I whimpered, not quite sure if I was asking him to stop out of fear that I’d like this more than I would’ve ever thought, or begging him to continue.
Carefully, he added another finger, stretching me slightly. Despite his gentle touch, Eden’s fingers felt larger and more powerful inside me than they had any right to.
I honestly couldn’t believe how much I liked this.
He seemed to sense my surprise because he let out a soft chuckle, his warm breath tickling my skin behind my ear. “You like that?” he whispered against my skin.
“Mh-hmm,” I moaned, unable to form words as he continued to slowly thrust his fingers in and out of me.
His thumb brushed over my clit and I arched against him even more, desperate for more contact.
My nails dug into his shoulders, my breath hitched, and my mind went blank as he moved faster, making it a lot harder for me to keep quiet.
This was torture.
He slid his fingers in and out of me in a steady rhythm, leaving soft kisses on my skin and watching my reactions like they were keeping his sane.
The feeling was indescribable. I could feel every inch of him inside me, stretching and filling me in ways I never knew possible. And suddenly I found myself wondering what it’d feel like if it weren’t his fingers inside me.
Perhaps I’d find out someday. Or maybe not. I wasn’t sure, but part of me really wanted to go there, while another was well aware we couldn’t have possibly crossed that line.
His touch was nothing short of tender, but it was also fierce and possessive like he needed to make sure I knew, without a doubt,hewas making me feel this way and nobody else.
As he thrust his fingers faster into me, my body trembled with anticipation for what was to come next. And with each thrust, my pussy clenched around him tighter, begging for more.
The hot water lapped against our skin, doing nothing to tame the burning desire inside me or cool down my body in any way.
His lips laid on mine, gently sucking on my bottom lip, his tongue playing with the edge. I moaned into his mouth, my hands trailing up his neck and running through his hair, feeling the silky strands between my fingers.
“I can’t wait to get you upstairs,” he murmured, pinching and rolling my nipple between his fingers.
