47. Eden #2
Her breasts bounced beneath her shirt, and I reached up, slipping my hands under the fabric to cup them, to feel her hardened nipples against my palms. She moaned, leaning into my touch, her rhythm barely faltering.
I pinched her nipples lightly, rolling them between my fingers, drawing out another gasp from her.
“Eden,” she whispered, her voice breathy and desperate. I could feel her body tensing, her muscles coiling tighter with each thrust. She was close, so close. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way her body gripped mine.
I thrust upwards harder, meeting her movements with my own urgency. The room filled with the sounds of our ragged breaths, our moans, the slap of skin against skin. It was fucking perfect.
Alana’s body began to shudder, her thrusts becoming erratic as she chased her release. I gripped her hips tighter, guiding her movements, helping her find that edge and push over it. Her nails dug into my chest, her head thrown back.
Her body convulsed as she came, a cry tearing from her lips, raw and uninhibited. I could feel her pulsing around me, her pussy gripping me tightly as waves of pleasure coursed through her.
I held her steady, my own body tense and ready, but I wasn’t about to let go until she had ridden out every last wave of her orgasm.
Her movements slowed, her body trembling with the aftershocks.
She looked down at me, her eyes glazed and sated, a soft smile playing on her lips. “Your turn,” she murmured, her voice hoarse from her cries.
I didn’t need any more encouragement. I flipped her onto her back, the couch cushions sighing with the sudden shift in weight.
I hooked one of her legs over my shoulder, deepening my angle, and began to move.
I set a punishing pace, my hips driving into her with a force that had her gasping and clinging to me.
Her hands grasped at my back, her nails digging in as she urged me on. I could feel my own release building, the tension in my body coiling tighter with each thrust.
Alana’s breath hitched again.
Her body arching to meet mine as I drove into her, each thrust eliciting a soft moan from her lips. Her eyes were locked onto mine, filled with a mix of satisfaction and renewed desire. She bit her lip as she tried to suppress the cries that threatened to escape.
“Don’t hold back,” I growled, my voice low and commanding. “Let me hear you, Alana.”
Her lips parted, a mix of different sounds filled the room—my name mixed with pleas and curses, each one driving me closer to the edge. I could feel her body responding again, her hips lifting to meet each of my thrusts with a force that matched my own.
I leaned down and crushed my mouth to hers. Her tongue met mine without hesitation, the kiss turning wild as our bodies moved in the same hungry rhythm.
My hand slipped between us, finding that sensitive spot that made her cry out into my mouth. I circled it gently at first, then with more pressure as she bucked against me.
Her body tensed again, the walls of her pussy gripping me like a vice as she came for the second time. This time, I let myself go with her.
My body shook with release, every muscle taut as I poured myself into the condom.
I collapsed onto her, my body slick with sweat, my heart pounding against hers.
Her arms wrapped around me, holding me close as we both shivered with the aftershocks of our orgasms. I could feel her heart beating wildly in her chest, matching the rhythm of my own.
We lay there for a moment, our breaths ragged, our bodies entwined. I pressed a soft kiss to her neck, feeling her pulse jump beneath my lips.
Alana sighed, her body relaxing beneath mine as she tilted her head to give me better access.
Her fingers lazily traced patterns on my back, her touch gentle and soothing.
I could feel her breathing slowing down, her body melting into the cushions beneath us.
I propped myself up on my elbows, looking down at her.
“You okay?” I asked, brushing a stand of hair away from her face.
She looked so beautiful, even now. Even when she was trying to catch her breath, beads of sweat on her body, her face flushed slightly pink.
Alana was killing me.
Her eyes fluttered open, a soft smile tugging at her lips. “More than okay.” She reached up, cupping my face in her hands, her thumbs brushing gently against my cheekbones. “Eden?”
“Hm?”
She kept quiet for a beat or two, just looking at me, smiling softly. “Never mind.”
“Tell me.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?” My eyebrows drew together. What the hell was she going to say that she thought she couldn’t?
Alana could tell me quite literally anything. She committed a crime? Cool, I was her alibi. No questions asked.
“It’s stupid,” she said. “I don’t want to ruin the moment.”
I rolled off her gently, disposing of the condom quickly before pulling her up to sit and back into my arms. “You couldn’t ruin this moment if you tried.”
Alana hesitated. “It’s just…”
“Just what?”
She sighed, shaking her head.
What was going on?
“It’s just… this feels different,” she admitted. “You and me. This thing between us, whatever it is.”
Alana’s words hung in the air, my heart thrumming so heavily inside my body that I wasn’t sure it was going to stay inside much longer.
What she said was both absolutely terrifying and relieving at the same time.
But I couldn’t get my hopes up.
Still, I tightened my arms around her, pulling her closer if that even possible. “Different how?”
Alana took a deep breath, her fingers tracing patterns on my arm. “I don’t know.”
“I think you do.”
She shook her head. “It’s stupid. Just forget it.”