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His hand smooths up to my knee, and he lifts my leg, putting it over his shoulder. He handles me like I will break. My breathing is rapid, and I feel his warm breath on my center as he slowly moves closer. Butterflies flutter like a storm deep in my core, a feeling I have never really had before him, and I look up to the ceiling as he peppers kisses on my inner thigh.
“You’re wet for me,” he murmurs as his thumb brushes against my center, and my body shivers expectantly.
“You’re teasing me,” I moan as I bite my lip. I look down at him, and he gives me a wicked smile.
“Just taking my time.” Our eyes remain locked as he leans forward and puts his mouth on me. I whimper at the contact, my head falling back again as his eyes close and he groans.
“So good…” I hear him say as his hands glide back up my legs and grip my ass. He puts his mouth on me again, his lips sucking a little before his tongue slides in, circling my clit and lapping my core.
“Oh my,” I breathe, my legs shaking from how good this feels, and he’s barely begun.
“Mmmmm,” I hear him rumble as he buries his face, his lips and mouth working me over, sucking me, tasting me, as his fingers grab my flesh, keeping me close.
“You are so good at that.” I don’t recognize my own voice. I moan and pant, my hands white-knuckled as they wrap around the edge of the kitchen counter. Ironic, really, since the kitchen sink was how we first met, and now it is where we have our first sexual experience together.
He moans again, the vibrations running through me, and my legs automatically widen, giving him more access. I am naked, spread out with Eddie firmly between my legs. I should feel vulnerable. Uncomfortable. Self-conscious. Every other man who has taken me made me feel worthless. Merely a tool for their pleasure. Gave no consideration for me. Barely waited for consent, and some didn’t even get that. That’s what I thought sex was. That’s what I was taught. But this is entirely different. I feel like he is worshipping me. He is on his knees, with the power mine to give. I keep one hand gripped to the counter tight so I don’t collapse, while with the other, I reach down and run my fingers through his hair. He growls, obviously liking me touching him as the pressure of his mouth increases. He is so good at this. My breath quickens, as I pant and moan and whimper, the noises coming from me entirely foreign, but I can’t help it. My fingers tangle through his hair. It is soft, well kept. I love it. It isn’t shaved, colored, or roughened. It is silky, long enough for me to get a good handful, and I do as my hips start moving of their own accord. I knew Eddie was different. I knew it the minute I met him.
“Hold on to the counter, baby,” he says, his voice deepening, and I move my hand back to the counter just as he lifts me off the floor entirely, placing my other leg over his other shoulder. I am now firmly sitting on him. My elbows anchor my upper body onto the counter, my legs draped around his neck.
“Oh my…” is all I get out before he dives back in. His tongue licks me as his lips suck on my clit, his hands gripping me tight, pulling my hips to his face. He buries himself deeper, and I feel sparks crawling up my body.
“Yesssss, yesss,” I pant out, the feeling already overwhelming.
“Eddie… Eddie… Eddie…” I moan his name, calling for him to help me, needing him to give me this release. It’s overwhelming. I feel emotional as my whole body starts to shake. He growls against me, and my hands squeeze the counter edge as he holds all of me, acting like I weigh nothing. His tongue swirls before he sucks hard, and I still. The air has completely left my body as I quiver all over.
“Oh, my… Eddie!” I half scream, half cry, tears rushing to my eyes rapidly as my orgasm rips through me. He holds me tight, licking me as I work through it. His hands splay out, cupping me, keeping me close. My heart races, thumping hard in my chest as a light sweat covers my brow and my tears fall rapidly down my cheeks in pure joy and ecstasy and relief. It is like I had a tension tap, tightly turned, and Eddie has just undone it. I have never felt like this before. Completely open, giving myself to a man, not just my body but a little more of me each and every day.
He pulls back slightly and lowers my feet to the floor, but my body continues to shake, and the tears continue to fall. His hands remain on me, running up my legs and body as he stands, looking at me with concern.
“You okay?” he asks as his hands cup my face, his thumbs wiping the tears. I swallow roughly, trying to pull it together. I haven’t cried in a long time, and now I can barely stop.
“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” Looking like he is in pain himself, I almost scoff at his ridiculous statement. He is the softest, most caring man I have ever met.
“No, Eddie. You didn’t. I’m not sure why I’m crying,” I tell him as more tears stream uncontrollably down my cheeks, and he leans over, kissing them, catching every tear that falls onto his lips. This man. Where the hell did he come from?
“It’s okay. As long as you are enjoying yourself.” He pulls back to search my eyes.
“You are so good at that. I don’t think I have ever orgasmed so hard before.” I laugh, and he smiles, relief evident as his face relaxes.
“Oh, Pinkie, I plan on making you come at least another few times tonight. You think you can handle that?” I feel him hot and heavy through his swim shorts against my belly, anticipation building inside of me. My body feels electric. Like I have woken from a deep sleep. I wanted to climb his body before, but now I am aching for him. I wipe my cheek one last time, the tears now drying up as pure arousal skirts over my skin.
“Bring it on, pretty boy,” I say, smiling, and he doesn’t hesitate. He moves quickly to his bag and fishes out a condom from his wallet, then he picks me up and throws me over his shoulder, stalking to the bedroom.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN - EDDIE
“Ahhhh!” She screams and laughs at the sudden movement, and I slap her bare ass, which is fast becoming one of my favorite things, as I walk her toward the bedroom. She is tiny, much smaller than me, and I have wanted to throw her around playfully ever since I met her. Now is my chance, and I am taking full advantage of it.
I still taste her on my lips. Fucking ecstasy is what she tastes like, and I am already addicted. I loved having my mouth on her, feeling her quiver against my face, knowing that I make her knees weak. I am hot and ready. The urge I have to thrust into her and take her hard and fast is almost overwhelming. But I wasn’t lying earlier. I want to take my time with her. Now, after her tears, I am almost certain that this woman hasn’t experienced the pleasures of a man taking care of her and that is exactly my plan with her tonight.
As she giggles on my shoulder, I turn my head and bite her ass. It is fucking perky and perfect, and right there next to my face; it would be a crime to ignore it.
She gasps. “Did you just bite me?” she asks in shock.
“Yep,” I say, laughing before I kiss the same spot, not wanting my lips away from her. I hear her giggle again, so I think she approves of it.
As I reach the bed, I throw her onto it, looking at her. She is beaming. Naked, flushed, her eyes lust drunk, her lips pink and perfect. I gaze at her pussy, where I was just moments ago, and bite my lower lip so I don’t groan. Hairless, wet, her skin tinted pink from where I was sucking on her. I could die happy with my head buried against her. She is breathless, and for the first time, seemingly lost for words.
“You okay, Pinkie?” I ask again, wanting her to communicate with me. I want to know she is into this as much as I am. I want to ensure she is having a good time, because I sure as fuck am. “Did I fuck the sassy out of you already?” I ask her, my smirk on full display, and she laughs.
