6
I lost my way. Lost my head. Lost my cool. Inside of her, I swam as if my life depended on it. In many ways, it did. This union wasn’t solely for my satisfaction. It was for hers, too. And for the family.
My strokes deepened. Her moans increased. Our bodies rejoined one another in the center. I held her up to me by the back of her neck as our lips met again. She had me so far out of my comfort zone, it was her lead I was following.
It was all unfamiliar to me. Her experience and the feeling down in my soul had become my guides. I held no jurisdiction in their court. I was merely a spectator.
“I’m cumm–Oh shit.”
Her whispers against my lips threatened to end me as well. I defied the odds by pushing her body to the bed and using my thumb to bring her to her peak. My strokes halted, momentarily, while I made sure she splintered. Right down the fucking center.
She came. Beautifully. Loudly. Dramatically. Against me. It wasn’t until her breathing steadied and her eyes reopened that I removed my rod and allowed her river to flow. She creamed as I watched, her pussy still contracting slowly. She was still in the midst of her liberation.
Good, Chocolate.
I pulled her to the edge of the bed and cleaned the mess she’d made. With my face buried in her pussy, I inserted my thumb in her ass.
“Waaaaaittt.”
Her body slid off the edge of the bed. She humored me.
Not quite ready.
The places I was prepared to take her, her body wasn’t ready. I freed her, standing and peering down at the troubled being beneath me.
The damsel is indeed distressed.
“All fours, Chocolate.”
I massaged my dick, watching as she climbed onto the bed and assumed the position I’d requested. A tilted head allowed me to see the little she hadn’t exposed. Her pussy parted perfectly, giving me a lovely view of the creamery she was equipped with.
My knees met the sheets that were halfway off the bed. Eden was the perfect height. My dick met her opening without compromising the angle. I leaned down and spat a wad on her slit. She jerked forward. I pulled her back, immediately sliding into her.
A lifted hand pressed against my stomach.
Oh, baby. I groaned, internally. Don’t piss me off.
Disagreeing with her logic, I pushed it away. Her back curled in response. She inched up but was intercepted before she was able to flee.
“Unn uhn,” I corrected. “Fuck you going?”
I repositioned her, making sure she got every inch of dick I had to give. So she couldn’t deny my access to her depths, I gathered both hands behind her back and held them in place with my right hand.
Our skin clapped. The sound of our union was glorious. It stole a breath during each lung cycle. Blood rushed through my body. Obscenities crowded my thoughts.
Her pussy was opulent, better than anything I’d ever manufactured in the lab. With each stroke, I got stuck in her secretion. It was the most beautiful mess I’d ever made.
And right at the height of it all, I stiffened. My release announced itself just as it began to spill from me. Feasting off her flesh, I sunk my teeth into her back as I emptied my semen into her womb. I was prayerful that my release resulted in my heir.
Time hadn’t stood still, though it seemed that way. Exhaustion haunted me until I gave in and fell asleep right next to the woman who’d milked me of my semen and made me break nearly every rule in my book. Beside me, she slept peacefully.
Wake her ass up. Call Aden.
The little soldier somewhere deep off in my head encouraged. I didn’t have the strength. Frankly, I wasn’t ready to part ways.
She can stay. As long as she needs to.
As long as I need her to.
Hoping that was enough to quiet the voices, I glared at Eden. Her naked body was tangled in my sheets. She looked as if she belonged there. As if she’d always been there.
Moonlight shone against her skin. Perfection supposedly didn’t exist, but I had Eden as evidence of its presence.
Though she appeared angelic, she’d earned her spot in hell with me. The thought rolled off my brain as I slipped out of bed, careful not to disturb her. Bare, I ambled toward the sliding door and pushed it back far enough for me to exit.
Sunless waters stared back at me as the automatic shades retracted at the push of a button. I stepped out into the brittle cold, embracing the chill that followed. Another button lit the stoned fireplace stretched from one end of the balcony to the other. Simultaneously, heat flowed through the vents above me.
The temperature increased with each passing second, making the balcony a more suitable place to sit and mull over the morning I’d had. A more suitable place to think about the things I’d done. A more suitable place to entertain my obsessive, intrusive thoughts about her.
I rested my back against the cushioned chair that was as wide as it was long. A sip of something brown would have improved the moment, but I was still recovering from the drunken hours with Eden. Liquor had little to do with my intoxication. It was her. She was the culprit.
And just as the thought passed through my head, movement sparked behind me. I turned to find the fearless lioness in pursuit of my sanity. Quickly, I pushed the button on the remote in my hand to close the shades and conceal our location. Just as the two panels joined in the center, her leg met the balcony’s threshold.
Expect the unexpected.
I’d learned, rather swiftly, that Eden followed her own set of rules. Much like me. Instead of taking one of the two seats available, her naked frame lowered onto mine. With a shake of the head, I rubbed the side of my face. She was disorderly as they came.
Always in my fucking space.
“Hi.”
She had my undivided attention. Her nipples hardened against me. I could feel them as she laid her arms on my shoulders. Her closeness was bothersome, yet, I wanted her nowhere else. In front of me, on me, was right where she needed to be.
“Hello, Eden.”
“Can’t sleep?”
“Choosing not to.”
Silence fought for relevance. Eden wouldn’t stand for it. Within seconds, she was speaking again.
“Black or white.”
“Black.”
“Coffee or tea.”
“Coffee.”
“Basketball or football?”
“Golf.”
“Air or sea.”
“Sea.”
“Sea?”
“I have arms and legs. I don’t have wings.”
“Fair enough.”
“Breakfast or lunch?”
“Dinner.”
“That’s not how this works.”
“It works how I say it works.”
“A man that loves having his way,” she concluded.
“It’s the only way.”
“Why me?”
Her curiosity wasn’t becoming. I hated it. For now, at least.
“Too many questions, Eden.”
“Then stop me. Tell me things and I’ll stop asking.”
“There’s nothing to tell.”
I gnawed the skin of my bottom lip. If she kept at it, I would spill. That’s what the fuck I couldn’t fathom. Rather was the only one. She was my therapist. I didn’t need Eden poking around my brain, too.
“You’re not exactly an open book.”
“Books are hardly open. You have to open them yourself. Read them for your own understanding. In time, you will.”
“In time, as in this will not be the last time I see you? Feel you?”
She was so smart, yet she was so fucking clueless.
A walking contradiction.
“If there was any indication that this was a one-time thing, then, I’ve failed miserably, tonight,” I admitted, unafraid of putting my pride behind me.
Her smile caressed me.
“There’s something about you– I’m not so sure what, but I’m almost infatuated. Feeling as though I need a little more.”
“Ain’t shit little about what I have to give you. Don’t insult me.”
I tipped her chin, bringing her face closer to mine. Expectedly, she leaned in, sealing our lips. I grew rigid beneath her. The Eden effect was clear. She was out for my head. She was out for my heart. Right now, I’d give her dick. Hopefully, it curbed her appetite for more–so suddenly, so soon.
“Put ’em in.”
She wasted very little time lifting and reaching underneath her to grab my manhood. I held her gaze as she found her opening. To avoid micro-tears caused by friction, she lubricated the head of my dick by pushing it in and then pulling it out of the first few centimeters of her opening. When she was ready, she lowered herself onto my thickness, soothing the achiness she’d caused.
She was in control. Had been since I’d noticed her on stage, it seemed. I wanted the wheel again. Needed it, again, like my next breath.
With Eden in my hands, I stood from the seat, pressed her body against the glass door, and spoke directly to her, wordlessly. She’d misunderstood her place. She’d mismanaged her power and mistaken her role for one that was equivalent to mine.
That wasn’t the case. It would never be the case. To reclaim my spot, I dug into her, relentlessly.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!”
Her nails clawed my back. The stinging made it evident she’d broken skin, possibly drawn blood. I didn’t give a fuck.
Shit is downright ridiculous,I admitted to myself. Damn.
I pounded her pussy slowly, and right at the brink of pleasure and pain. My intention wasn’t to bring harm, and I was sure to make that clear. However, she needed to understand where she stood with me and my position in her life. A little pain wasn’t the end of the fucking world, but her dominance would be the end of mine.
“I’m cumming. I’m cu–”
“Urgh.” The growl had come from somewhere deep within me, somewhere that hadn’t been explored.
Together we came undone. Her grip around me tightened. Mine loosened.
“Fuck.” Against her lips, I spat. My dick throbbed as my sack drained.
Eventually, her body began to slide down the glass. Her arms never fell from around my neck. Her palms brought my face closer to hers. Heated breaths grappled for space between us. And once they both settled, our tongues began a scuffle of their own.
Ridiculous.
It didn’t matter how much of her I had, I wanted more. I pulled away before I got too caught up in her rapture to be freed.
“You should rest.”
Though she wanted to protest, she didn’t. A nod followed the suggestion, but the fire in her spirit was visible in those rounds as she hesitated to move.
I dare you, Chocolate.
I waited for a rebuttal, a sly mark, or a slice from that sharp tongue. The wait was in vain. Instead of putting up a fight, she turned and headed inside.
I watched from afar as she grabbed the bottled water beside the bed and finished it off. When she climbed under the covers without wiping my remnants from her skin or draining my semen from her soil, I was enamored.
Staggering… in every sense of the word.
I followed her inside with her dried fluids still coating my dick. I covered it with a pair of shorts from the third drawer of my dresser. A smile traced her lips.
Tittering, I communicated my thoughts without having to say a thing. She understood me. I understood her. Twin flames of sorts. Fire danced between us. We were inevitably drawn to one another.
I found myself still staring seconds later. I hadn’t made as much progress as I’d believed.