47. Eden
EDEN
Her hand was on my thigh before I even realized it was happening. Alana’s fingers traced the seam of my jeans like she was mapping out a fucking treasure trail.
Her touch was electric, sending shockwaves through my body that made my cock twitch in anticipation. I glanced at her, and her lips curled into that wicked little smirk that always made my stomach drop.
“You’re looking tense, Eden,” she said almost teasingly. She shifted closer, her thigh pressing into mine, and I could feel the heat radiating off her skin even through the fabric of her skirt. Her other hand lifted, fingertips brushing against the back of my neck, sending shivers down my spine.
“Maybe you need to relax,” she continued, her breath hot against my ear. Her tongue darted out, flicking just below my earlobe, and I fucking groaned. My hands clenched into fists as I tried to keep myself from grabbing her and fucking her against the nearest wall.
Alana wasn’t usually one to take control, but fuck did I love it.
She leaned in, her lips brushing against mine in a tease that was fucking maddening. “Let me take care of you,” she whispered, her voice low.
Before I could respond, her lips crashed onto mine, hard, demanding.
Her tongue slipped past my lips, tangling with mine in a kiss that was all teeth and desperation.
My hands finally gave in, gripping her hips and pulling her onto my lap.
She straddled me with ease, grinding down hard enough to make me fucking whimper.
Her hands were everywhere—tugging at my shirt, sliding underneath the fabric. Her nails raked down my chest, leaving trails of fire in their wake.
I could feel her heart pounding against mine, her breath ragged as she deepened the kiss. Her skirt rode up her thighs as she ground against me.
I tore my mouth away from hers, trailing kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin. She threw her head back, a soft moan escaping her lips. Her hands gripped my shoulders, digging in as she moved against me, demanding more.
“Alana,” I growled, my voice thick with need. I slid my hands up her thighs, pushing her skirt higher until my fingers found the edge of her lace underwear.
Her breath hitched as I traced the fabric, teasing her through the thin material.
She leaned forward, her forehead pressing against mine. “Eden,” she whispered, her voice a plea. “Don’t tease me.”
I smiled, a dark and hungry grin. “No teasing,” I promised, slipping my fingers past the lace and into her cunt. Her body tensed around me, a gasp caught in her throat.
Her hips moved in sync with my touch, riding my hand as her breath hitched again. I could feel her pulse quicken, her body trembling as I fucked her slowly with my fingers.
Her eyes locked onto mine, those deep pools of green filled with a mix of lust and desperation.
“Eden,” she moaned softly, her voice barely a whisper.
Her nails dug deeper into my shoulders, using me as an anchor as she chased her pleasure.
I could feel her body coiling tighter with each stroke.
Her lips found mine again, this time in a softer, more desperate kiss.
It was a plea, a need, a silent cry for release.
I slid two fingers into her, my thumb circling that sensitive spot that made her cry out.
I pumped my fingers in and out of her, matching the rhythm of her grinding hips.
For just a moment, I thought I was going to make her come within barely two minutes. I was sure I would have, had she not stopped me and moved off me instead.
Alana kneeled before me, her lips curving up into a wicked smile.
She reached for my belt, her fingers working quickly to unbuckle it.
I watched with my heart pounding in my chest as she unbuttoned my jeans and slowly pulled down the zipper.
Her eyes never left mine, that wicked smile never fading.
I lifted my hips, allowing her to tug my jeans down, freeing my cock, which was already hard and aching for her.
Her fingers wrapped around my cock, her grip firm and sure.
I hissed out a breath, my head falling back against the couch.
She stroked me slowly, her thumb circling the sensitive tip, spreading the bead of pre-cum she found there.
I could feel her breath on me, hot and tantalizing, as she leaned in closer.
“Alana,” I groaned, my voice a low rumble. Her name on my lips was a plea, a prayer. I tangled one hand in her hair, the other gripping the cushion beneath me for some semblance of control.
She looked up at me, her eyes filled with mischief and lust. “Patience, Eden,” she murmured, her tongue flicking out to taste me. I groaned again, my hips jerking at the contact.
Her tongue swirled around the tip, teasing me, before she took me fully into her mouth.
I groaned deeply, my hand tightening in her hair as she began to move, her head bobbing up and down in a rhythm that was both torturous and divine. She took me deep, her lips tight around my shaft, her tongue working magic on the sensitive underside.
The room filled with the sounds of my ragged breaths and her soft moans.
I could feel the tension building in my body, my muscles coiling tighter with each flick of her tongue, each sucking motion of her mouth.
Her hand worked in tandem with her mouth, gripping and stroking the length of me that didn’t fit.
I looked down at her, the sight of her on her knees, pleasuring me, sending a wave of satisfaction through me.
She was on her knees for me and only me. And she’d never get on her knees for another man ever, I’d make sure of it.
Alana was mine.
Her eyes met mine, holding my gaze as she continued to drive me wild.
I could see the pleasure in her eyes, the power she felt in that moment. It was intoxicating, and I was completely at her mercy.
“Alana,” I rasped, my voice hoarse with need. “You need to stop if you don’t want me to finish like this.”
She merely hummed in response, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through me.
I gasped, my grip on her hair tightening briefly before I forced myself to relax, allowing her to control the pace and depth.
She pulled back slightly, her lips releasing me with a soft pop before she grinned up at me, her lips shiny and wet. “And what if I want you to finish like this?”
Before I could respond, she took me back into her mouth, her cheeks hollowing out as she sucked harder, pushed me deeper.
Who is she?
Despite being unsure where the old Alana went and where this one came from, I fucking loved it. Every goddamn second of it.
Her head bobbed faster, her hand working in sync with her mouth, and I could feel the familiar tightening in my gut, the electric tingle at the base of my spine. I was close, so fucking close. My breath hitched, my body tensing as she brought me to the edge.
But Alana didn’t let me fall over that stupid edge. Just as I was about to let go, she slowed down, her movements becoming languid and teasing. She kept me on the brink, her eyes locked onto mine, watching my reaction with a satisfied smirk.
“Fuck, Alana,” I groaned, my body shaking with need. “You’re playing with fire.”
She pulled back just enough to speak, her breath hot against my throbbing cock. “Payback’s a bitch, Eden,” she said. “Remember all those times you teased me?”
“Fair enough,” I replied, my fingers tracing the line of her jaw, her neck.
To my surprise, she didn’t take me back into her mouth again. No, she stood up, her skirt still hiked up around her hips, and straddled me once more. This time, there was no fabric between us, only the heat of her skin against mine.
I gripped her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as she positioned herself above me. She rubbed against me, coating me with her wetness.
“Condom,” I forced out, reminding her.
Alana leaned over as she reached for my wallet on the nearby table. She fished out a condom packet, tore it open with her teeth, never breaking eye contact.
She sat back, her knees on either side of my thighs, and rolled the condom onto me with a practiced ease that sent another wave of anticipation through me.
Fuck me.
I could feel her heat, see the flush on her cheeks, and it took every ounce of self-control not to flip her onto her back and push into her right then.
But Alana was in control, and I was more than willing to let her have her way. She positioned herself above me once more, her eyes locked onto mine.
My head fell back against the couch as she lowered herself onto me, taking me inch by inch.
Her eyes fluttered closed, a soft gasp escaping her lips as she took me fully inside her. I could feel her tightening around me, her body adjusting to my size. She was so warm, so tight, that it took every ounce of my willpower not to thrust upwards into her.
She began to move, her hips rising and falling in a slow, steady rhythm.
I gripped her thighs, my thumbs circling the soft skin, urging her on.
Her hands rested on my chest, her fingers splayed out as she used me for leverage.
Her breath hitched with each downward stroke, her body tensing around me.
I looked up at her, her eyes now open, gazing down at me with a mix of lust and determination. Her lips were parted slightly, her cheeks flushed with exertion and arousal. She looked like a fucking goddess taking what she wanted, using my body for her pleasure.
She could’ve gotten anything she wanted. My dick. My heart. My money. My fucking first born. I’d have even given her my soul if she’d asked me for it.
Her pace quickened, her hips moving faster, harder. I could feel the couch shifting beneath us with the force of her movements. My own breath was ragged, my heart pounding in my chest as I met her thrusts with my own.