Chapter 45 – Eden #2
He adjusts his weight and then he’s hitting that sensitive spot inside me with every thrust. The upward curve of his cock drags against me, making me feel every drag of him.
My breaths turn to throaty gasps as he uses his cock and his fingers to draw out my pleasure into an overwhelming rush of heat.
I cling to his back, my nails digging into his skin.
Nothing has ever felt like this. Not my vibrators, not Luke’s fingers, not even his mouth felt this devastating.
I’m too full, but I still want more. The pain’s mostly gone, but the rawness makes my pleasure sharper.
My body is taking more than it ever has, my measure of what good feels like has ratcheted up past what I knew was possible.
Luke’s face above me, fully focused on me, is the only thing keeping me tethered. Conscious thought exits my brain, swept away by heat and touch. I’m reduced to a mass of sensation, completely controlled by this man.
The whole time, he never stops moving, never stops driving me toward a point I’ve never reached.
“Oh, god,” I whisper. “So good—I—”
My eyes squeeze shut as the orgasm rushes through me, wringing any tension out of my muscles, leaving me feeling soft and boneless. Luke strokes my hip and peppers kisses over my cheeks, anchoring me through it.
As the last tremors move through me, I’m left stunned and trembling. I didn’t expect it to feel so overwhelming, so much. Luke’s lips claim mine, his tongue invading my mouth, a sloppy, desperate kiss. Like it was as hard for him to endure my orgasm as it was for me to ride it.
“Good girl,” he rasps. “So goddamn good.”
Then his arm is urging one leg higher, up over his shoulder and his cock is buried deeper inside me than I ever thought possible. I let out a shuddering moan, and he shakes his head.
“You have to be quiet, Eden,” he chastises me. “I’m going to fuck you harder now, and you can’t make noises like that. Do you need me to cover your mouth?”
I shake my head. I couldn’t begin to explain why the idea of him covering my mouth, controlling my breath, makes me shiver with want. Maybe another time—if we ever get another time. Now, though, I don’t know if I can endure being fucked harder without breathing.
Luke nods like he understands. “Bite your pillow if you have to. I won’t go easy on you.”
He thrusts deep, and a raw, unknown kind of pleasure grips me. It’s like he’s touching someplace dangerous inside me, a place that could hurt but doesn’t. Luke knows exactly how far he can push me. I don’t know how, and right now, I don’t care to explain it.
It’s all I can do to hold onto his shoulders while he fucks me.
He holds me just the way he wants while he gives me just as much as I can take.
My legs are spread open into a stretch that almost stings.
Maybe it should hurt, but if I’ve learned anything from this, it’s that the most intense pleasure lives just on the border of what I can handle, and Luke knows precisely how to get me there.
His pubic bone rubs against my clit, sparking heat with the friction of it. The ridge of his cock head hits the sensitive spot inside me, then someplace deeper, over and over. My nervous system is overloaded by how much I feel, by all the places I’m being touched.
It’s better than good.
Luke’s name hangs on my lips as I turn and bite my pillow, right before my orgasm drags me under.
I’m somewhere deep and murky, dark and safe.
An animal pleasure wracks my body, the kind of orgasm I didn’t know existed.
The woman who holds all the details in her head is gone, replaced by a creature that’s raw and primal and just wants.
“Wildflower,” Luke moans, and I force my eyes open. His face is twisted in pleasure, his jaw clenched and his gaze dark. I know he’s close, and after all the bliss he’s given me, I want it for him, too.
“Come with me, Luke,” I whisper, and his eyes flash with something I can’t name.
I feel the loss of him when he pulls out.
He fists his cock, giving it a few final strokes before he spills across my belly.
He blinks, staring at his seed on my skin like it’s a miracle.
“Look at you,” he rasps, his eyes dark and reverent.
“Glowing. Marked up. Mine.” After a moment, he rubs himself through the mess with jerky, graceless movements, his face twisted in a pleasure I want to see again and again and again.
He collapses next to me, his chest heaving as he catches his breath. I’m doing the same. I feel like I’ve just sprinted across the property, my muscles wrung out and exhausted. At the same time, though, I’m relaxed. Sated. Happier than I’ve ever been.
He reaches for the tissues on my nightstand and cleans me with slow, careful strokes, then gathers me into his chest, one hand splayed over my sternum like he’s guarding my heartbeat. “Talk to me,” he murmurs. “Are you sore? Happy? Terrified?”
“Yes,” I whisper, and feel him smile against my temple.
Luke and I lay tangled in my too-small bed, our breaths the only sound. Neither of us says what we both know.
The line we drew between us is gone, and three more days is not going to be nearly enough. No matter what we do now, the ending we agreed to is going to break us both.