Page 102 of Pretty Thing

My Pretty Thing.

Eden goes limp, and I lazily circle her clit, enjoying every twitch. Making my way up her body, I nip at her stomach, and she yelps. I place tender kisses on her ribs before reaching her pert breasts. Her words revert to mewling noises as I go back and forth between each nipple.

Satisfied that she’s ready for me, I drag my tongue across her chest and up to her lips. I don’t just kiss her. I demand she hand herself over to me fully.

Once I’m assured of her complete surrender, I pull back. My eyes roam over her pleasured face. Cheeks flushed, eyes hooded, the picture of complete bliss. I did that. Not anyone else…me. I’ll remember how Eden looks right now until my dying breath.

twenty-eight

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Eden

My limbs are heavy and relaxed, yet my head is still floating somewhere in the clouds.

People have sex every day, but this feels…different.

We have this insane connection that I’m still struggling to understand, but I know I want this. I want him. This is certainly not how I pictured it happening, but a fancy date and build-up would have just made me ten times more nervous. Besides, it doesn’t matter where we are, just that I’m with Felix.

“Shit,” Felix says suddenly, breathing out a long sigh as he closes his eyes.

“What? Is everything okay?”

He locks eyes with me and my anxiety spikes.

Have I done something wrong? Have I somehow hurt him? Does he not want to do this?

Why my brain has to be so incredibly cruel to me, I’ll never understand, but those questions and more race through my mind in a flash.

“I don’t have any protection with me,” he says, moving like he’s going to roll off of me.

I grab him and hold him in place.

“It’s okay.”

Felix’s eyes go wide.

“But what if you get pregnant? I mean…you’ll never have to worry. I’ll always take care of you and a child,” he quickly adds.

Even though it’s not a concern, I love that he says that.

I’m so not ready for a baby, but I can totally see him being the type of father who wants to be in his child’s life. Just one look at how he’s cared for me for weeks and how patient and sweet he’s been, despite the obvious overstepping at times, tells me he holds to his word. At least he’s invested. That’s more than I can say for a lot of men who run for the hills and don’t leave a forwarding address.

“I have an IUD.”

His eyes light up, but I do think of something. Shit, I really don’t want to ask this. My heart pounds harder with each second.

“But…um, have you been…um…you know…intimate with a bunch of other girls?”

Felix visibly relaxes and shakes his head.

“No, not for a really long time. Almost four years now.”

I’m in shock and can’t hide it on my face.

“Seriously?”

He chuckles. “Yeah. I’m not a fan of sleeping around, and I wasn’t dating anyone, so…just me and my hand, and of course, my thoughts of you,” he says, with a grin that can make a nun swoon.