DUKE, AKA LOSING CONTROL ISN’T AN OPTION
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Edith is nearly begging for sex, yet I can’t trust myself to read her signals right. Have women always been this complicated?
Yes, they have. But with Kerrie, I always knew where we stood. With my girls, I understand how saying the wrong thing might piss them off, but they’ll put me in my place and we’ll move on.
With Edith, I’m unsure what happens if I fuck up. In the end, I can’t keep up with her mixed signals, so I give up and follow my instincts.
The damn negligee does nothing to hide her body. My lust is unleashed. I can’t stick to the “safe” areas. My fingers glide over Edith’s tight ass, tugging her closer even if we’re already pinned together.
Our lips kiss in that familiar way they already share. Edith is mine. With my brain turned off, I only know she can’t belong to anyone else. She needs to be with me.
Edith doesn’t tug away or come up for air. She’s in the zone like when we fool around in her back seat.
The world falls away. We’re alone with our lust. As my hands slide over her perfect tits, Edith moans approvingly and leans into my embrace. My thumbs graze her hard, sensitive nipples. Edith startles me by cutting off the kiss and bouncing backward.
Her eyes are wide. I can’t think of how to comfort her. I have no idea what she wants to happen next.
Edith drops down and undoes my jeans. “You need to be more naked. It needs to be fair,” she mumbles, sounding drunk.
When I’m in only my boxers, she startles me again by planting a wet kiss near the seam of my boxers and precariously close to my balls.
Standing quickly, Edith smiles. “That’s better.”
She looks around the room, frowns at something, and seems ready to complain before switching gears and climbing on the bed. Her arms open, and she smiles.
Edith is it for me. The lust strips away all my worries about the future. I’m keeping her. That’s why I need to know her body. She’s mine to pleasure. No one else gets to make her come.
My lips pop free of hers and kiss down her chin to her throat where I likely leave another hickey. Edith wiggles with pleasure before going still and sighing when my fingers brush across her nipple.
“Duke,” she whispers and sinks her fingers into my hair.
I smile at her voice’s relaxed hum. When my lips leave her throat, I look into her eyes and find only warmth. Her earlier fears have dropped away.
Edith presses me back and lifts herself over my body. Her long hair drapes her smiling face. She kisses me before mimicking my earlier moves. Her lips suck at my jaw before latching onto my throat. She even teases my nipple like my fingers did to hers.
Dropping a little lower, she sucks at the tender flesh next to my belly button. At this rate, she’s going to make me jizz before I ever get her panties off.
Adjusting her backward, I sit up and realize Edith’s treating this damn thing like schoolwork. Her expression shifts to a pout when she thinks we’re stopping.
My fingers slide her hair off her shoulders, making her shiver. I kiss her tenderly and let my hands shift downward to her lovely tits. Edith sighs when my thumbs slide across her nipples. First, I touch her over the negligee before my hands slide under the fabric.
Edith adjusts to sit on her knees. She leans forward and kisses me. I fill my hands with her soft flesh. Edith moans before immediately reaching for my chest like she’s programmed to follow my every move.
Normally, I’d have more patience, but my dick is painfully hard. I realize if I don’t find relief soon with Edith, I’ll need to take care of the problem myself.
Instead of excusing myself to the bathroom to jack off, I wrap my arms around Edith’s hips and lift her before gently dropping her on her back. Her lips pop open, and she stares wide-eyed. I offer her a quick kiss and stare into her eyes.
“This won’t work if you don’t let me take charge.”
“What am I doing wrong?” she asks, sounding like a teacher’s pet looking for a better grade.
“You’re challenging me like I’m Tuesday. We can’t wrestle if we want to find relief.”
“I want to make you feel good.”
“Then let me be in charge,” I insist and cup her hand around my cock straining against my boxers. Edith’s eyes widen again. “I’m so hard right now.” Freeing her hand, I lower my hand to her pretty pink panties. My fingers caress between her legs, finding her slick beneath the fabric. Edith sighs and bites her lower lip. “You’re already aroused. Just relax and I’ll do everything.”
“I should just go limp like a dead person?”
“No, you should go limp like a virgin.”
Edith’s irritation isn’t real. She’s scared. When fear takes hold of her, she gets agitated and starts pushing back.
“Do you want this to happen?” I ask when Edith stares at me.
“Yes.”
“You keep saying that, but you act like you think I’m tricking you into this.”
“I’m a Mooney. We trust no one.”
Studying her, I point out, “You trust plenty of people, but I don’t seem to be one of them.”
Edith looks hurt by my words and mumbles, “I love you.”
“I believe that, but that doesn’t change what I said.”
Edith twists her lips into a snarly expression. “I’m afraid of being judged.”
“You’re the most beautiful goddamn woman I’ve ever seen.”
“What if I make weird noises?”
“Then, I’ll know I’m doing a good job.”
Edith stares into my eyes before the corners of her mouth turn downward and tears fill her eyes.
“I want to relax,” she mumbles, seeming young and confused. “I’m not normally an anxious person.”
“We should wait.”
“I feel pretty right now. I want to do it right now.”
“Prove it by letting me be in charge. If you can’t stop wrangling for control, I take that as a sign you aren’t ready. Waiting a few weeks won’t kill us.”
Edith wipes her wet eyes. “I’ll stop doing stuff.”
“Just relax,” I whisper and brush my lips against hers. “You like it when I touch you. Just let me do that until you’re wet and ready, okay?”
Even though Edith nods, I can see in her eyes how she wants to challenge me for control. I kiss her before she gets any ideas about shoving me back on the bed.
Settling my knee between her thighs, I keep her pinned with one hand against her belly. My lips move down her throat before sucking at her nipple through her negligee. The tension in Edith’s body drops away almost instantly.
My hands slide up the lacy top and return to her tits. Edith sighs full of relief, yet I can feel her thinking. When I lift her top and suck her right nipple into my wet mouth, she rests her hands on my shoulders as if preparing to shove me off.
Sucking with more purpose, I watch Edith break in a weird way. Her hands drop away, and she arches her back. A different, more frenzied sigh leaves her perfect pink lips. For the first time since we got to the hotel, Edith seems truly relaxed.