Bonus scene
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My confession rang in my ears as I stepped away from Eden and into my bedroom.
A long time ago, I'd come to terms with what I felt about her and what I didn't feel for her mother. I thought I had. It was real before, definite, but saying it out loud, it was more so. I couldn't take it back. Couldn't undo the giant leap I'd pushed us both into.
Didn't want to. This was right. Eden and me, we were inevitable.
Paula never liked fucking with the lights on. That suited me. In the dark, I could pretend she was her daughter. That the body which writhed underneath me was Eden's.
I'd lost count of how many mornings I nursed guilt over that. Too many, until I learned to put it aside.
I'd made a commitment to Paula. I had intended to keep it until death.
When she left, I didn't shed any tears. Didn't try to stop her.
I watched her pack her bags and walk away before I closed that chapter the way she closed the door.
I told Eden she was welcome to stay, and sat back and waited for the right time.
Apparently, the right time was tonight.
I sat on the side of my bed.
The thrum of the water turning on in her shower sounded through the wall. The glass door slid open and closed.
I pictured her stepping inside under the hot flow, letting it caress her naked body.
I never envied water before, but I envied it now. I wanted to be the one raining down on her, touching her everywhere. Making her hot.
I worked my hand down the front of my track pants and curled my fingers around my cock. Slowly, I stroked myself, making myself harder, picturing her mouth around me instead.
I closed my eyes and imagined hers looking up at me as her lips tasted my head and her tongue teased me.
I imagined gripping her hair, still dripping wet from the shower, and holding her there while I slowly fucked her mouth. Every time I pushed into her, she gagged. She never pulled back, never stopped sucking, even as my thrusts got more frantic.
I slid my hand up and down, faster and faster, my balls getting heavier and tighter, aching for release. Aching for her.
I pictured her getting herself off in the shower with her fingers, while she in turn pictured me fucking her. Rubbing her clit, sliding fingers into herself and wishing they were my cock.
Her body must be slick with water, shining and beautiful; her nipples hard, desperate for my hand, my mouth. Wanting, needing me as much as I wanted her.
I bit back a groan as I came, squirting my release onto my hand. As warm as the shower. It left me nowhere near satisfied.
I wouldn't be satisfied until I came inside her body. And I would. Now she knew what I wanted, it was only a matter of time. She better figure it out soon before I ran out of patience. I'd waited for her for so long, I couldn't wait much longer.
I wouldn't wait.