DUKE, AKA UNBURDENED BY SANITY
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Edith isn’t as complicated as she may appear. Discomfort makes her seem high-maintenance. She gets prickly over losing control. Fear will bring out her claws. Once she finds her groove, though, she’s fearless and addictive.
As I rest on my back, Edith bounces on her knees next to me in the bed. She’s buck naked, having tossed aside her top. Her fingers trace the scar on my knee before she crawls up on the bed and kisses my lips.
“You’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen, and I’ve been on the prowl for a long fricking time,” she murmurs while nuzzling her jaw against mine. “I can’t believe you’re mine.”
Her earlier worries are completely gone. She no longer edits what she says. Her insecurities have dropped away. Edith’s fully present and bold right now.
“In the morning, after we check out, but before we leave Dunphey,” she says as her lips take a break from sucking at my nipple, “can we go riding? I have a helmet in my SUV.”
I smile at the thought of her riding with me. The only women I’ve had on the back of my motorcycle before were my girls and Erin.
“That’s a good idea, but I’m not ready to talk about tomorrow.”
Edith smiles at my meaning. Tonight is our time. No interruptions. No responsibilities. Just Edith and me alone and naked.
When I sit up to get a drink from a nearby water bottle, Edith takes the opportunity to straddle my lap. She rests her hands on my chest while wiggling her hips. My dick hardens immediately at the feel of her wet pussy.
Edith kisses me. Her tongue is wild and probing. I can barely keep up with her arousal. Suddenly, her lips tug free.
Lifting her ass and stretching upward, Edith rests her hands on the wall behind me. I take advantage of her tits’ proximity to my face. Her nipples harden as my tongue circles each of them. My right hand cups her tit. My left hand slides between her legs, searching for her clit.
“Duke,” Edith moans when my thumb brushes across her sensitive flesh.
Her hips rock with the building pleasure. My fingers are drenched by the time she orgasms.
Edith seeks out my lips. Her kisses are frenzied, both thankful yet demanding more. My dick is rock hard, pressed between her hot pussy and my belly.
Licking her lips, Edith glances down at my cock. “I don’t know what to do, and I’m not in the mood to learn,” Edith says and sucks at my throat while her hips rock and her pussy slides across my dick. “You need to be in charge.”
I cup her face, forcing her to see me. “I love you, Edith.”
Eyes glazed with lust, she watches me briefly before a smile warms her face. “I love you, too, Duke.”
I reach over to the side table where I left the condoms. Edith lifts her hips and watches wide-eyed as I slide on protection.
My hands explore her body. One hand wraps around the back of her neck, bringing her closer for a kiss. Edith lifts her hips as I guide the head of my cock between her folds.
Our moans echo in the room. I slide deeper, filling her. Her eyelids flutter, and her lips part. I watch her face and marvel at her beauty.
With my hands guiding her hips, we quickly find a rhythm. Another orgasm almost immediately hits her. Edith’s eyes widen in surprise. I smile at her reaction before groaning at the feel of her tight pussy spasming around my cock.
Edith quickly rebounds and begins bouncing on my cock like she’s in a hurry to orgasm again. I am stunned by the sight of her so carefree. The pleasure is too much for me. Wrapping my arms around her body, I come painfully hard. This woman has awakened something crazy inside!
I cling to Edith long after I’m spent. She catches her breath and falls silent. When our gazes meet, she smiles softly.
“Lust is my favorite sin,” she whispers and kisses my throat.
Eventually, Edith peels herself off me and stretches out on the mattress. After tossing the condom, I rest on my side facing her.
“I feel like I’ve been fucking wrong all these years,” I murmur, sliding hair from her shoulder. “It’s never been this great before.”
As her gaze holds mine, Edith strokes my chest and reaches down to give my dick a caress. “I’m a little hungry,” she whispers.
“Fucking will do that.”
Smiling, Edith says, “Earlier, you offered to let me wear your shirt. Is that still an option for when we eat?”
“Okay, but I’m not wearing your teddy.”
Finding my comment hilarious, Edith rolls around laughing. I know I’m not that funny, but she tends to giggle a lot when in a good mood. At the restaurant yesterday, I made a snide comment about something, and she laughed for a full two minutes.
Now, Edith reaches for my shirt on the ground and slides it over her head. “I love your scent.”
“When you sleep over, you can use all my stuff. Then, you’ll smell like me.”
“I’ve fantasized about sneaking inside your house at night and crawling into your bed,” she says, eyes bright. “But I can’t picture what anything looks like. You should take pictures when you get home, so my sexy fantasies will be more detailed.”
“Done. Before the night is over, I’d like you back in that teddy so I can take a picture.”
“Don’t you want me naked?”
“Naked pictures on a phone are risky.”
Edith scoots closer. “I like it when you protect me. And you’re right that it’s tricky. What if I take a photo of your dick, though? With no face, it won’t be tracked back to you.”
Now, I’m the one laughing like a maniac. Edith giggles in amusement, but I think she’s serious. That’s when I realize without her fears and fussiness, Edith is a stone-cold sex addict.
This day just gets better and better.