Whispered Curses

But I was focused on her pleasure, not mine. Pinching her nipple slightly, I worked my fingers a bit faster, licking her clit again in sharp upward strokes.

Eden began to fall to pieces under my touch. Her fingers gripped the back of my shoulders, as I heard her whisper, "Oh fuck… Fuck, Christ, don't stop."

I worked her hot body harder and faster, loving the sensation as she tipped over the edge into a squirming, squealing animal as she climaxed.

She whispered so softly it was barely a breath, "Fucking hell."

I slowed my pace as her whispered curses turned back into soft moans. Then I stood up straight, keeping a hand on her belly so she wouldn't try to roll and fall off the counter. I kissed her almost roughly, so she could feel the heat that was surging through me.

Her eyes were wide. "I had no idea," she blurted.

"Oh my god… Baby, has no one done that for you before?"

She shook her head, a wave of shyness overtaking her again. "I've… You know. Done some things. Just not that."

I kissed her again, deep and soft as her lips opened for mine. Her tongue was so soft and wet against mine. We moved together so naturally that everything we did felt right.

Finally I pulled her against me, helping her slide off the counter to stand. Holding her body to mine, I wondered whether I should push my luck.

~ Chapter 5 ~ Eden ~

* Falling Water *

I felt so strange. Like I was floating, even as Eric held me still. It felt so perfect and natural to have his body pressed against mine.

I couldn't even believe that I met him less than twelve hours ago. It felt right to be so close to him. It was shocking that I let him lick me like that without a second thought. It was so intimate and raw that I knew it would take me a couple of days to process that experience completely.

My ex would never consider doing such a thing. Now that I thought about it, I wasn't sure whether I would have trusted him. Yet I trusted Eric completely. Every time he touched me, it was a magical blend of sweet possession, balanced with consideration, and what seemed to be a deep urge to bring me pleasure.

"That was amazing," I said gently, looking up at him. I felt dazed, and wondered if he could see stars in my eyes.

"I hope you don't have to leave yet,” he said, gripping my waist and swaying my body against his as if we were dancing again. "Are you a good environmentalist?"

That question came out of nowhere. "I try?"

"We should all try to conserve water," he murmured against my hair, our rocking back and forth gathering energy. "It would be very environmentally responsible of us to take a shower together."

A deep ache pulled my hips low just thinking about his huge body completely naked, splashed with water. Then I realized what else would certainly happen while we were in there.

My body wanted him completely. No, needed him. Not to cleanse my palate and help me move on from the ex. I needed him for myself. I didn't even know whether or not there was a possibility of a relationship here, and it didn't matter.

Honestly, he had the most important things covered already. He was sweet to me, he listened to me, and he was a responsible, contributing member of society.

The basics were pretty basic, but Kelly and I had agreed that some very simple ground rules should be in place before we ever considered dating a guy. Or being naked with a guy. The list was brought about due to Kelly’s penchant for dating musicians who were always begging for rent money and food.

Eric seemed to have it all together. But for me, the most important thing was that he really listened. He seemed to always be checking in with both my words and my body language. It was refreshing. He was actually a gentleman. But now I needed to know what it felt like when he acted more like an animal.

I nodded very seriously. “Yes, conserving water is very important. We should definitely have a shower before we get back to our regular lives."

Eric stopped moving, cupping my face in his. "I don't want my regular life unless you're in it."

My mouth fell open, but I couldn't speak, just nodding.

"I'm serious," he said gently, kissing across my forehead, then down the edge of my cheek. "I don't care that we met in a cheesy dance club. We can figure out the details when we get to know each other better. But this is not a one time thing, right?"

I nodded quickly and eagerly, still unable to form words.

His grin made me feel weightless, floating again. "I'm going to need you to speak out loud again. You say, ‘Yes, I want you to take me into the shower and have wet, naughty sex with me until I scream with joy’."