37. Alana
ALANA
The kitchen counter was like ice against my skin, but fuck, at that moment, I couldn’t have cared less about it. My whole body was on fire, every nerve screaming for more of him.
Eden’s hot breath fanned over my neck, and I shivered, goosebumps erupting everywhere.
“Alana,” he whispered, and his lips were on me, trailing down my neck like he was marking me as his. I leaned into him, my ass pressing against the hard bulge in his pants.
God, I wanted him so bad it hurt.
His fingers traced along my spine, feather-light, and I shuddered. Then they dipped lower, skimming my waist, teasing me. I arched into him, my tits pressed against the cold counter, nipples hard as fucking diamonds. But that asshole pulled away, just enough to make me whine.
“Eden,” I breathed, my voice dripping with need.
I turned my head, looking at him over my shoulder. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry, and I could see the lust burning in them. He was playing with me, and I hated it. Loved it. Needed it.
The scent of his cologne hit me again, that perfect mix of spice and warmth, and I was drunk on it. Drunk on him.
His hands were back on me, tracing the curve of my hip. He gripped my hips, pulling me hard against him.
I could feel his cock through his pants, thick and hard, pressing into me, and I couldn’t help but grind back, desperate for the friction.
“Fuck, Alana,” he growled, his breath hot on my ear. “Tell me how badly you want me to fuck you.”
I whimpered, biting my lip so hard I almost drew blood. His fingers were between my legs now, tracing the soaked fabric of my panties. I was trembling, my clit throbbing, my pussy aching for his touch.
“Please,” I begged, my voice raw with need. “I need you inside me, Eden. Now.”
He didn’t hesitate. His fingers shoved my panties aside, and then they plunged into me, filling me up.
I cried out, my back arching as he thrust them in and out, his thumb rubbing slow, torturous circles on my clit.
“My fingers slip inside you so easily. Just imagine how good my cock’s gonna feel when I’m buried balls-deep in this wet little cunt,” he spoke, his voice rough.
I groaned, my hands gripping the edge of the counter like it was the only thing keeping me upright. His fingers were relentless, fucking me hard and fast, and I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge.
But then he stopped, pulling his fingers out and leaving me empty and desperate. I whined, trying to push back against him, but he just chuckled, that low, dark sound that I grew only too familiar with.
“Not yet,” he said. “I want to taste you first.”
I heard him drop to his knees behind me, his hands spreading my ass, exposing me completely.
I could feel his breath on my pussy, and I shivered in anticipation.
His tongue started at my clit, licking slowly up to my ass, and I moaned, my hips bucking back against his face.
“Eden,” I gasped, my breath heavy. “Fuck, that feels so good.”
He chuckled again, the vibration sending waves of pleasure through me.
His tongue delved into my pussy, fucking me deeply before sliding down to circle my clit. He sucked it into his mouth, his fingers digging into my hips as he held me tightly against his face.
I was panting, my body trembling as he brought me closer and closer to my orgasm.
Just as I was about to come, he pulled away… again. His tongue trailed back to my ass. He rimmed me slowly, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin.
“Oh, God,” I moaned, my body shaking. “Please, Eden. Please just fuck me.”
“Hmm,” he hummed, and I could swear that tiny sound held so much mischief in it. “I think I want to torture you a little more first.”
He resumed his torture, tracing a path back to my clit, his fingers now spreading my lips wide.
Eden sucked my clit into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue before grazing it lightly with his teeth. I jolted, a surge of pleasure mixed with a hint of pain coursing through me.
“Eden, please,” I begged, my voice almost hoarse. My body was taunt, like a string pulled too tight, ready to snap at any moment.
He ignored my plead, though, continuing his torture on my body, his tongue dipping into every crevice, lapping up every drop of my wetness.
His fingers joined in, one slipping into my pussy, then another, pumping slowly in and out while his tongue worked its magic on my clit.
I was a mess of sensations, my body chasing the high that was just out of reach.
Then, without warning, Eden stood up, his hands gripping my hips tightly.
I could hear the sound of his belt being unbuckled, the zipper of his pants being drawn down. I pushed back against him, eager to feel him inside me.
“Is this what you want, Alana?” His voice was a low rumble, vibrating through me as he teased my entrance with his cock.
I could feel the heat of his smooth skin as he slid himself along my wetness, not quite pushing in.
“Yes,” I said, trying to buck back against him, urging him inside me. “God, yes, Eden. Please.”
It didn’t work.
He chuckled, that awfully annoying but so sexy sound that only made me want him even more. “Say it again,” he demanded as he pulled away just enough not to touch me. I was going to complain about it when I heard him rip open the condom wrapper.
“Tell me how much you want me to fuck you.”
“I need you to, Eden. Please,” I pleaded, my voice shaking with desperation.
With a groan, he pushed into me, filling me inch by agonizing inch. I moaned, my body stretching to accommodate him. He was big, so fucking thick, and it felt like he was splitting me in half. But it felt so goddamn good.
“Fuck, Alana,” he growled, his hips pressing tightly against my ass. “You feel incredible.”
I could only whimper in response, my body already moving with his, meeting each thrust as he began to fuck me.
His pace was brutal, each thrust pushing me harder against the counter.
I could feel every inch of him, every ridge of his cock as it slid in and out, hitting spots inside me that sent waves of pleasure crashing through my body.
His hands gripped my hips tighter, his fingers digging into my flesh as he pounded into me.
The sound of our skin slapping together filled the room.
My orgasm was building with every stroke, the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter.
“Eden,” I gasped, my breath coming in short pants. “I’m close.”
He groaned behind my ear, his body leaning over mine, his chest pressing against my back. His hand snaked around my thigh, his fingers finding my clit, rubbing it in quick circles. The added stimulation sent me spiraling.
“Come for me, Alana,” he commanded, his voice rough and demanding. “Let me feel you come all over my cock.”
My body convulsed, my pussy clamping down on his as I came hard. Waves of pleasure crashed over me, stealing my breath and turning my limbs into liquid.
Eden’s pace never faltered, his cock driving into me, drawing out my orgasm until I was a shuddering, gasping mess.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he said as he pulled out of me.
Eden spun me around, gripping my waist as he lifted me onto the counter so effortlessly, I barely even noticed it.
How the fuck did he do that?
His eyes were fierce, his breath ragged as he spread my thighs wide, pushing them apart to make room for him.
I pulled him closer, my fingers tangling in his blond hair, kissing him and tasting my own arousal that still lingered on his lips.
He groaned into our kiss, his cock pressing against my entrance once more.
“Look at me,” he demanded, and I did. I stared into those green eyes as he slowly pushed all the way back inside me, until his hips were pressed against me.
“You’re mine,” he said, leaving no space to argue, and then he pulled out and slammed back in, making me scream.
He fucked me hard and fast, his cock pounding into me with a rhythm that made me see stars. But all I cared about was him, the feeling of him inside me, the way his hands gripped my hips and how they held me in place as he took what was his.
“You like that?” he asked, his voice husky with lust. “You like taking my cock like a good girl?”
“Yes,” I moaned, my voice breaking as he hit that spot deep inside me, sending sparks through my body.
He grabbed my hips, pulling me even closer as he fucked me harder, each thrust making me cry out. I could feel my second orgasm building, my body tensing.
His lips crashed onto mine, swallowing my cries as he fucked me relentlessly, his body demanding more.
I could feel Eden’s heart pounding against my chest, his breath hot and ragged on my skin. His hands were everywhere, gripping my breasts, pinching my nipples, striking my clit, driving me wild with need.
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper into me, meeting each of his thrusts.
The kitchen was filled with the sounds of our fucking, the wet slapping of our bodies coming together, the raw groans and moans of our pleasure.
I could feel the not-all-too cold counter anymore beneath me, the hard length of him inside me, the heat of his body against mine.
It was all too much, too intense, too fucking good.
“Eden,” I cried out as I teared my mouth away from his.
He grasped my face with one hand, his eyes set on mine. “You’re mine,” he said again, his voice rough. “Say it.”
“I’m…” I gasped as he hit a spot so deep inside me that my vision blurred. “I’m yours, Eden.”
“Fuck yeah, you are.”
His pace quickened, becoming more urgent. His body was slick with sweat, his muscles taut as he drove into me.
I could feel his cock swelling inside me, his body coiling tight, ready to release.
“Come with me, Alana,”
His command sent me spiraling over the edge. My pussy clenched around him, my legs shaking, my nails digging into his shoulders as waves of ecstasy rushed through me.
Eden captured my mouth again, swallowing my screams as he pounded into me.
With a final, deep thrust, Eden came hard, his cock pulsing inside me as he groaned into our kiss. His body shuddered against mine, his breath ragged as he rode out his orgasm.
We stayed like that for a moment, our bodies entwined, our hearts beating in sync as we slowly came down from our high.
Eden’s forehead rested against mine, his eyes closed as he caught his breath.
A moment later, his lips brushed gently against mine. And when he pulled back slightly, his green eyes instantly searched mine. Whatever he saw there made him smile, a soft, genuine smile that was reserved just for me.
I couldn’t help but return it, my heart fluttering in a way that had nothing to do with what just happened.
Eden’s hands on me were now much gentler as he cupped my face. His thumbs brushed lightly against my cheeks, his touch tender.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
I felt my cheeks flush at his words, my heart skipping ten beats at once.
He leaned in again, his lips pressing softly against mine. The kiss was slow, as if he was taking his time to memorize every contour of my lips.
I melted into it, my arms winding around his neck, pulling him closer.