Choosing Fate (Love in Eden 1.70)

But at the moment, I didn't really care. I began moving forward, keeping my eyes on hers the whole time so I wouldn't miss any signals. She slowly backed up until she hit the wall behind her. "They expect you to be what, Joli?"

"They expect me to be Jolene," she whispered after a moment's hesitation.

I came to a stop in front of her, placing my hands on either side of the wall near her shoulders. My body was commanding me to take her, but my mind wanted to know that she was right there with me. I was the king of casual sex but for some reason, the idea of this being like all my other encounters with women left me feeling cold. Which was strange in itself, because I couldn't have anything more than casual with her. Eden was a pitstop, one in a long line of many. I'd tried the whole settling down thing a couple of times and all it had done was kick me in the ass each time. I couldn't do it again.

"And you want to be Joli," I offered.

She seemed to hold her breath for a moment and then nodded.

"Why me?" I asked. I chanced a glance downward and saw that her hand had moved up so it was resting just beneath her breast.

"I don't know," she said, sounding truly confused.

It was an honest answer, which I should've been glad for, but it didn't seem like enough.

But before I could say anything, she added in the softest of whispers, "But it's only you, Zander. It's only you."

Those words released the coil of tension inside of me. The relief that this was something only I could give her and that I wasn’t a stand-in for someone else had all my senses firing. But instead of reaching for her, I pinned her gaze with mine and said, "Touch yourself."

Jolene went completely still. "What?" she croaked.

I leaned in so I could nuzzle her neck and then settled my mouth by her ear. "Give your body what it wants, Joli," I urged. She’d clearly thought this whole thing would be a simple matter of me taking control of the encounter. I was in control, but I wasn't going to rush this for anything. If Jolene needed a night where she could be who she truly was, I was going to give her every minute of it that I could. That way when she did have to go back to being the Jolene that everybody else apparently wanted her to be, she had this night, these moments to hold on to, to remember that it had been okay to be someone else, to be herself.

I didn't even have to look at her to know when she did what I said. The second she touched herself, her eyes fluttered shut and her lips parted as she let out a breathy little moan. I used the opportunity to see what part of her body she’d gone for. My cock throbbed with appreciation as I watched Jolene's fingers rub over one of her nipples. The bud hardened considerably, enough that I could see the outline of it pressing against her bra and shirt.

"That's it, sweetheart," I praised as she rubbed herself more firmly. "What else, Joli? What else does your body tell you it needs?"

Her free hand came up to tease her other nipple. She pressed her shoulders against the wall so her back was arched. The whimpers spilling from her throat were like a drug and I wanted nothing more than to consume them. But I held off and kept my attention on her hands. It was impossible to stay completely separate, so I leaned my head down enough that I could kiss the back of her fingers as she massaged herself. She stilled for a moment, but as soon as she started moving again, I repeated the caress.

The hand I was giving attention to started to move more quickly, more firmly over her flesh, and her entire body began to shift back and forth. As Jolene began to massage her nipple with more force, she also started to separate her fingers more, and I knew what she wanted. I gave her the tiniest of teasing licks between her fingers. It wasn't enough to put any pressure on her nipple like she wanted, but every once in a while, I was able to make contact with the tightening bud.

"Zander!" Jolene cried out desperately. Her hand moved frantically over her own flesh and I could hear the sobs in her throat building. I eased her hand away from her breast and then took her into my mouth. She let out a loud, guttural moan and then threaded her fingers into my hair. As I sucked on her through her clothing, her other hand worked frantically to pleasure her other nipple. Everything I did to her, every lick, every kiss, every suckle, had her begging for more.