I cried out, my back arching as he thrust them in and out, his thumb rubbing slow, torturous circles on my clit.
“My fingers slip inside you so easily. Just imagine how good my cock’s gonna feel when I’m buried balls-deep in this wet little cunt,” he spoke, his voice rough.
I groaned, my hands gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping me upright. His fingers were relentless, fucking me hard and fast, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
But then he stopped, pulling his fingers out and leaving me empty and desperate. I whined, trying to push back against him, but he just chuckled, that low, dark sound that I grew only too familiar with.
“Not yet,” he said. “I want to taste you first.”
I heard him drop to his knees behind me, his hands spreading my ass, exposing me completely.
I could feel his breath on my pussy, and I shivered in anticipation.
His tongue started at my clit, licking slowly up to my ass, and I moaned, my hips bucking back against his face.
“Eden,” I gasped, my breath heavy. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
He chuckled again, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me.
His tongue delved into my pussy, fucking me deeply before sliding down to circle my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me tightly against his face.
I was panting, my body trembling as he brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.
Just as I was about to come, he pulled away… again. His tongue trailed back to my ass. He rimmed me slowly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my body shaking. “Please, Eden. Please just fuck me.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, and I could swear that tiny sound held so much mischief in it. “I think I want to torture you a little more first.”
He resumed his torture, tracing a path back to my clit, his fingers now spreading my lips wide.
Eden sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before grazing it lightly with his teeth. I jolted, a surge of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain coursing through me.
“Eden, please,” I begged, my voice almost hoarse. My body was taunt, like a string pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment.
He ignored my plead, though, continuing his torture on my body, his tongue dipping into every crevice, lapping up every drop of my wetness.
His fingers joined in, one slipping into my pussy, then another, pumping slowly in and out while his tongue worked its magic on my clit.
I was a mess of sensations, my body chasing the high that was just out of reach.
Then, without warning, Eden stood up, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
I could hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, the zipper of his pants being drawn down. I pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside me.
“Is this what you want, Alana?” His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through me as he teased my entrance with his cock.
I could feel the heat of his smooth skin as he slid himself along my wetness, not quite pushing in.
“Yes,” I said, trying to buck back against him, urging him inside me. “God, yes, Eden. Please.”
It didn’t work.
He chuckled, that awfully annoying but so sexy sound that only made me want him even more. “Say it again,” he demanded as he pulled away just enough not to touch me. I was going to complain about it when I heard him rip open the condom wrapper.
“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”
“I need you to, Eden. Please,” I pleaded, my voice shaking with desperation.
