I felt everything at once—the way the thick dildo stretched me open. The shockwaves it caused as it battered my prostate. The deeply satisfying sensation of Eden’s cock sliding between my lips as he settled in and really started fucking my mouth. The way his big hands gripped my shoulders, pulling me toward him to meet his thrusts. All of it fulfilled some sort of primal need in me, in a way I couldn’t begin to explain.
For the next several minutes, I coasted along on a wave of euphoria. Then, almost without warning, my orgasm tore from me. It was startling, since I’d never come with my cock untouched like that. Eden came in the next instant, shooting down my throat and thrusting into my mouth until he was spent.
With the last of his energy, he tossed aside the blanket I’d sprayed with cum and dropped onto the bed. At the same time, I eased the toy out of my ass, then popped it off the headboard and chucked it into the tub through the open bathroom door.
I collapsed beside him, and he rolled over and draped his arm across my chest as he asked, “You okay?”
“Perfect.” My jaw was sore and my lips felt swollen, but that had been utterly worth it.
“That was incredible,” he said. “I didn’t know anything could be that intense or mind-blowingly erotic.” He reached over and picked up the anal beads, which had wound up tangled in the sheets. “And I still have no idea what the hell this is.”
I chuckled at that. Then I wrapped myself around him and murmured, “I still have so much to show you.”
We ended up falling asleep for the next few hours. It was still raining when we woke up, and we cuddled for a while, until hunger finally drove us out of bed.
After pulling on some sweats, we went into the kitchen and teamed up to make sandwiches and heat up some soup. After living together for the last ten months and preparing a lot of meals together, we had it down to a routine. We divided the tasks without discussion, then quickly and efficiently put together our meal.
After we ate and cleaned up, we went right back to the bedroom. I loved the fact that Eden was humoring me with my request to stay in bed all day.
I rested my head on his bicep, and after a while he asked, as he played with my hair, “Is sex always like this for you? Because to me, it’s been astonishingly fantastic.”
“It’s never like this,” I murmured, as I looked up at him. “Part of the difference is that I trust you and feel safe with you, so I’m not afraid to really let go or ask for what I want.”
It was also different for me because I was madly, deeply, irrevocably in love with him, but I kept that to myself for now. We were a day into this, and he had to be feeling pretty overwhelmed. No reason to hit him with that giant truth bomb right out of the gate.
After a pause, I asked, “How are you feeling about…everything?” That was really vague, but he knew what I meant.
“I’m dreading what I’ll face with Casey and your family once we leave here. But I decided to try my damnedest to just live in the moment and enjoy this amazing thing that’s happening between you and me. As long as we’re here in this cabin, I’m pretending the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”
“That works for me.”
It did mean we’d have a lot hanging over us once we left here though, and I worried about how his feelings of guilt would end up affecting us. In his mind, he’d crossed a line by being with me and gone against his personal code of conduct. Someone like Eden didn’t take that lightly.
For him, there weren’t a lot of gray areas—right and wrong were pretty clearly defined. In fact, that characteristic was probably what had drawn him to law enforcement. I knew that about him, so I also knew this wasn’t going to be easy. Even if he’d managed to contain his guilt for now, that didn’t mean he’d come to terms with crossing that imaginary line.
Also, how much was Casey’s opinion—which was bound to be negative—going to impact us? I’d put a lot of distance between myself and my highly critical parents over the last few years, as a matter of self-preservation. I didn’t really care if they disapproved, and it probably didn’t matter all that much to Eden, either. Casey mattered a hell of a lot to him though, and if my brother condemned our relationship, I really didn’t know how Eden would react.
But every day we spent here with just the two of us, we were building and strengthening this new version of our relationship. Hopefully it’d be rock solid and able to withstand whatever we faced when we finally stepped back into the real world.