Chapter Twenty-One
Smourich: noun, a kiss! Pronounced: Smoor-ikh (yet again, the kh is more of a throaty, back of throat sound. Fish bone stuck in your throat sound, say it fast, yup, nailed it, again).
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Hunter
“Yes.” I bound toward her through her security gate, not caring I haven’t closed it behind me.
Startled, she lifts her head from her phone.
Eden lays her phone on the step, stands with urgency, jumps down the studio steps with a loud crunch, and starts walking across the gravel.
“Yes? Really?” she says, wearing an astonished enormous smile.
Beaming, I quickly close the distance between us; we mellow our strides as we get closer.
“You want to give it a try with me?” Eden points to her chest. She steps closer.
“Yeah, I really do. It was wrong of me to tell you to find someone else. You’re it for me. All I want is you.” I move next.
“Yeah?” She swoons, swaying back and forth with her hands clasped together.
“Yeah. Your mother’s a wise woman.”
I move closer again.
“She really is.”
Another small step.
“So we’re doing this. We’re going on a journey together, you and me? And you don’t hate me?” I take a deep breath and one large oversized step. We’re now inches apart.
She slows her normally rapid accent to a gentle, breathless wave. “Yes, we are. For the first time in my life, I’m going after what I really want. We can suss everything out as we go. It may not be perfect, and may be a little bumpy at times, but we are doing this. And I don’t hate you, Hunter.”
“You want me even after all those utterly stupid things I said the other night? I hate myself for saying them.”
“Yeah, I do.” She slowly blinks.
“Then take me; I’m all yours.”
Eden bounces up on her tiptoes, rising as far as she can. I bow down to meet her before landing a tender kiss to her soft pillowy lips.
We kiss and kiss, worshiping each other's mouths, over and over again, with fervent care, knowing this is the first of millions to come. Circling my protective arms around her, I pull her flush against me, deepening our kiss. Without hesitation, our tongues collide and we groan softly. Simply lost in one another. I bathe in this overwhelming feeling of belonging and oneness with this irresistible girl I now never want to be without.
Unhurried, our kisses slowly lessen before I entwine my hands into her hair, plant a soft kiss to her cheek, and embrace her with everything, trying to show her she’s my main squeeze. The girl I know is my ultimate other half, the girl who gives my butterflies butterflies and the girl that is going to change my life for the better and forever.
We stand and hug together as the birds sing around us, basking in the evening's dusk.
I whisper, “You are a naughty girl, Miss Wallace; you knew I was a sucker for your dancing.”
“It was really all Ella’s idea. You can be angry with her.” She chuckles into my chest. “And my mum said some very smart things today, so I made a plan for us. A long-term one. I want to show you.”
“You know for someone so small and delicate, you keep surprising me with your sassy tenacious side. I think you’ve been spending too much time with Ella,” I goad.
“Stop it.” She pokes my ribs as I lean out slightly.
Turning her face upward, she says, “I listened to Ella talk about Fraser today and I don’t want to have any regrets with you. She talked some sense into me; you should thank her.”
“What’s up with her and Fraser?”
“Well, she denied it, but I think Ella is still in love with Fraser. It’s complicated, but she’s now regretting not moving away to be with him. She’s never had a boyfriend since Fraser, like ever, lots of dating and interest from guys, but no boyfriend. I think she’s realizing now she could have been with him. He wanted her to move, but she stayed here with us, her sisters. Anyway, I don’t want to talk about Ella now. I have a plan I want to show you. A plan for us.”
“Okay, but you have got to fill me in on the Ella stuff later. Give me a wee smourich first, then show me your plan. I’m intrigued.”
“A smourich?” She smiles widely. “Have you been reading your Scots dialect book I bought you?”
“Aye, a huv,” I say in the worst Scottish accent imaginable that sets Eden into a confetti of giggles.
It’s my favorite sound.
“Well done, Mr. King, nice try, but please don’t do the accent again.” She wipes away her tears from laughing.
“I promise I won’t do it again. I pinky swear,” I say, sticking my pinky out for her to take it. As she locks hers with mine, I pull my fist into my chest and draw her to me, stealing my kiss.
“Thank you for my smourich,” I breathe.
“Thank you for saying yes to starting a new road trip with me.”
I will be this girl’s happily ever after.
I lace our hands together and start walking toward the studio.
“I think you need to perform for me again first, you know, so I can give you more accurate feedback this time, I may have some more suggestions.” I raise my eyebrows in hope.
“Not tonight, Mr. King, another night. We have a plan of action to go over. Come on.” She tugs my hand, leading me away from the studio to her house.
“Okay, I suppose so, show me your plan. I want to know everything.” We walk around the corner to the front of her house.
“Wait, am I seeing this right? Does your new car have eyelashes?” I ask, dumbfounded, staring at a new shiny mint-green Fiat 500.
“Yes, now she really looks like Bambi,” she jokes.
“You are so strange, Miss. Wallace.”
“I know, that’s why you’re falling for me.”
“It really is, and what’s the reason for you falling for me?”
“Because you have great abs, and there’s something about your bronzed forearms that makes my lady bits light up.”
“Reeaallly?” I start waving my forearms about.
“Stop it, you’ll make me all hot and flustered, we won’t make it to read my epic master plan.”
“Ah, but that’s my plan.” I laugh.
“Later, I promise, but for now come see.”
I grab her hand as we enter her house. Let’s see what my girl has in store for us.
* * *
Currently sitting in the first class section of the train, Eden and I are Edinburgh bound for the weekend. I reflect on a week of our emotional roller coaster.
True to her word, Eden thought of everything. I watched her give an almost office-like proposal, outlining all the things we should do once The Cup is over and I leave Scotland for the next tournament back in the States.
Speaking to each other every morning and every night and being honest with one another, were her two absolute nonnegotiables. Watching films online together over video call, watching similar television shows so we have lots to talk about, set up new music playlists together, she’d thought of everything. Even phone sex and sexting. She’d researched the best apps to allow us to do this safely, blowing my mind in the process.
She plans on visiting or touring with me once every couple of months, and I have agreed that I can schedule in Scotland visits every other month.
She’d already spoken with Pippa, asking for access to my schedule, so she would know the places I was traveling to and from, and when.
Eventually, she said that we need to set our life goals together, not now, see how it all goes first, then look at our Forever Goal, is what she called it.
She’s so damn smart; she astonished me with the level of detail she went into. I don’t know why I didn’t think of it myself.
Once she’d finished her proposal, I was so turned on by her intensity to make us work, I fucked her right there on the kitchen table, not giving a damn who saw or could see in.
She came all over my cock lightning fast as she clawed at me to go deeper and harder with every thrust. Her insatiable appetite for sex turns me on so bad and we can’t get enough of each other.
Eden proposed we go away for the weekend as soon as my meeting with the Golf Association was over. This pleased me no end, not wanting to be around Jax and Jess for yet another day. Although I would have taken great delight in waving them off.
Got to give it Jax, he pulled a brilliant deal my way moneywise on my latest sponsorship deal.
Although I have something else, I’m dealing with Beth separately without Jax. I want to share the plans with Eden, but not yet. Not until I sign the contract. I'm hoping to do that soon. I’ve also asked Beth to keep quiet. It’s something divinely inspired following Eden’s proposal.
Relaxing back in my seat across from Eden, I watch her admiring the scenery whooshing by. She’s beautiful.
“Keep your eye out for seals; they sometimes bathe in the rare sunshine along the coastline. Just further along here.” She points, smiling out the train window.
We’ve already had lots of laughs together today, which seems to have set the tone for the weekend.
Eden almost broke a rib laughing at the hilarity of me trying to get my six-foot-four frame into her tiny car.
With my head touching the ceiling, I had to crouch slightly. I pushed the seat as far back as it would go, and still my legs were struggling for space.
If I’m going to be visiting more, she has got to get a bigger car.
Also, she scared the shit out of me. She enjoys going fast. She informed me her Fiat is an Abarth. It’s a fucking pocket-rocket, like her. At one point I thought we were going to end up in another field again as she Tokyo drifted around the Scottish countryside roads. That reminds me, I must buy travel sickness tablets for the ride home.
“Fancy playing a game?” I ask.
I’ve got something I want to ask her, and I figure this will be the best way.
She blinks her blue eyes my way and smiles. “Yeah, what do you have in mind, Mr. King?” She leans forward across the table between us.
“Weeellll, I was thinking, like a get to know you kinda game.”
“Okay, you go first, Hunter.”
“First question, when did your obsession with Minnie Mouse start?”
“Seriously? That’s your first question.” She rolls her eyes. “Okay, honestly, I’m not sure, but it’s gotten worse as I’ve gotten older. Probably because I don’t give a crap about what anyone thinks. Eh, maybe about age five or six.”
I smile back at her. “Your turn. What do you want to ask me?”
“What’s your house like back in Florida?”
“We have really similar taste, actually. It’s quite like yours, but needs a woman’s touch. It’s a bit of a bachelor pad. Five bedrooms, when I only really need one. Big kitchen. I love cooking. Glass and wood like yours, but bare. You need to restyle it for me; you have great taste.”
“I would love to do that. I am rubbish at cooking though, so you can do all the cooking for us.” Her face lights up. “Can I ask, is this the same house where you lived with Jess?”
“How do you know she lived with me?”
“It came up when I Googled you.”
Bloody internet.
“Ah. Yeah, I kicked her out faster than I moved her in though, you’ll be pleased to know,” I reassure her. “What else did you learn about me online?”
“Pah.” She giggles. “They said you had a massive putter.”
I scoff. “Jesus Christ. Is it true?”
“Nope, they exaggerated; it’s tiny.” She smiles innocently with the eyes of a doe.
“Minx,” I whisper.
“Did you see how much I was worth?”
“Nope.” She shakes her head. “I didn’t.”
“You’re such a rare find, Miss Wallace.”
“When you win a tournament, do you get a lot of money then? I honestly have no idea how much you guys earn.”
I sit back in my chair and clear my throat. Sometimes money does strange things to people, and I know Eden isn’t like Jess at all, but it worries me she will see me differently. Eden is unique; she’s even paying for this weekend. I love that she’s fiercely independent and self-supporting.
“It’s okay. You don’t have to share with me; I was just curious,” she says.
“It’s fine. Sooooo, my last win, I won… one point nine million dollars.”
“You’re shitting me?” She stares openmouthed at me. “Holy crap, and that’s just one competition?”
“Plus, there are lots of sponsorship deals and I’ve modeled a few times for some of the fashion brands, and fragrance ones too. Have you never seen me in an ad?” I ask.
“No, never. You forget I’ve wrapped myself away for a few years. You are such a surprise, Hunter. You’re like the secret millionaire next door.” She laughs. “I’m guessing you don’t see it all. With staff and expenses, and I bet the tax man loves you.” She smiles.
The thing about Eden is, she gets it. She runs a business; she knows the ins and out and how it all works. She’s grounded and real. I really love that about her.
“I’m nothing like Jess, if that’s what you’re thinking, Hunter.”
“Believe me, I know that. You’re a lifetime away from that bitch.”
“She really hurt you, huh?”
“Mmm, I don’t know if she hurt me, not love-wise, ’cause I was never in love with her. For her, our relationship seemed like it was all about the money, parties, and who she could befriend to climb up the social ladder. After our breakup, she sold her story to the press about us. Well, she sold made-up stories about me and made me look like a dick. I was the innocent party, not her. All along she was cheating on me with Jax Parks apparently, my douchebag of an agent.” I rub my head.
“I have to admit. Her and I are nothing alike.” Eden smiles with a twinkle in her eye. “That fur coat, I am so jealous of that though. I might need to get me one of those.” She winks.
“Stop it. What was I thinking?”
“I have no idea,” she says with a mischievous look in her eyes.
“So I’ve made some mistakes in my life; what about you?”
“Well, I dyed my hair pink when I was fourteen, trying to be all artsy-fartsy like, and it fried my hair. I went skinny-dipping at a beach party once and someone stole my clothes. Not my best idea, and I think my biggest one has to be Jamie.”
Part of her regretting Jamie makes my heart sing, but part of it also makes me jealous. Jealous because she held on to him for so long, wishing he’d come back. Jealous he got so much time with her.
“Do you think if he came back you would speak to him?”
“That’s a tough question. I was angry at him for leaving, but we had a child together. I think if he wanted to talk to me about Chloe, then probably yeah.”
I’m not sure that answered my question.
My girl has been through so much, but she probably needs closure.
“I bet she would have been beautiful, like you. Chloe that is,” I whisper.
Her face lights up. “Thanks, Hunter. She would be three now, almost four.”
“I think you’d be a wonderful mum. I’ve seen you with students; you’re kind and patient. I know you’ve said you may not be able to carry a baby again. Is there no solution?”
“I have something called an incompetent cervix. That sounds so awful when I say it. Which means my body opened too early for Chloe. It can be silent. You have no idea it’s going to happen, or even if you have it. But I hadn’t been feeling well for a few days before I lost her. I had some pelvic pressure, backache, and pulling sensations in my belly. I thought it was all normal for pregnancy. But every case is unique. There are a few things I can do to help prevent it happening again,” she says wistfully. “Do you think you want a family?”
I reach out and take her hand. “Yeah, I want the whole nine yards.”
I could see myself having it all with her.
“Trust you to use a golf pun for that.” She chuckles softly.
We sit in calm silence.
“Do you think you would want to try again and have a family, Eden?”
“I do, yeah. I really would love a family.”
We want the same things.
I change the subject. “Your turn. Ask me something.”
She ponders. “What would you say if I told you I had three things booked for this weekend from my bucket list and you’re doing them all with me?”
Suddenly I’m trying to recall what’s on her list.
“You do? What are we doing? More castles no doubt, they seem to be everywhere in this country.”
“We do love our castles. Well, tomorrow morning we are going to visit Edinburgh Castle, then afterward I’m booked to have a tattoo with an incredible tattoo artist. I booked him weeks ago when my list first came through. Don’t worry. It’s just me having a tattoo done.”
“Really, what are you having done?” I ask, smiling with surprise.
“I’m having an unalome style symbol with a sunflower integrated into the design.”
“What’s an unalome?”
“I’ll show you.” She pulls her phone out of her purse. “The symbol signifies a path to enlightenment. It’s a Buddhist symbol, and I love its meaning.” She turns the phone around to me. “This is what he’s drawn for me.” She points to the screen. “You see these spirals? They symbolize the turns and twists throughout our life, and the straight lines at the top signify the moment we reach enlightenment, harmony, or contentment if you like. The sunflower is for me, well, Chloe and the boys we lost, to represent hope. Hope for better things to come.”
I gulp. “It’s beautiful, Eden.”
“It really is. And now that we’re together, these twists and turns represent us too. Our path to harmony together is coming,” she states confidently.
I love this girl. Do I really love her? Not just falling for her? Holy shit.
Interrupting my thoughts, she asks, “What does your tattoo represent? It’s massive, by the way. How long did that take? Mine is tiny by comparison. I’m only booked for an hour.”
“About three sittings. It is only six months old. I decided to get it when I was making progress with my strength and my back felt better and stronger. But it took me ages to pluck up the courage to get it. And as cliché as it sounds, it represents my career rebirth. Despite having gone through my surgery, it’s about my journey through the fire and adversity.”
“Sounds like us too, representing something new, our strength and our eternity.”
My throat suddenly goes dry. I want to tell her I love her. I love all her curves and curiosities. I love her soul and body, and most of all I love that fucking giggle I can’t get enough of. I want to make her mine forever ’cause I don’t want anyone else to have her.
Unaware of my thoughts, she says, “Oh, then on Sunday morning…” She takes her phone out of my hand. “We’re going to feed the penguins at Edinburgh Zoo.” She almost shrieks.
“We are what?” I ask slightly flummoxed.
“Going to feed the penguins at the zoo. It’s on my list. But I’ve booked you too.”
“Damn, have you got any idea how badly they smell? Like, reek of shit and fish.” I gag at the very thought.
“But they're so cute with their little waddles and stocky bodies.”
I break out in a cold sweat just thinking about how close to the smelly fuckers we’ll get if we’re feeding them. Oh well, I might as well lean into her bucket list.
“Annnnd the third thing you have planned?”
She claps her hands with excitement. “Well, it’s actually four. But we can do two together at the same time. Tonight—” She closes her eyes and takes a deep breath to pull herself together. Christ, it must be something big if she’s this excited. “Tonight, we are going to see Lewis Capaldi outdoors at Princes Street Gardens.” Her eyes are as big as saucers now while I sit there deadpan. “How can you not be excited? Do you know who Lewis Capaldi is?”
“Sorry, Louie Capaddy who?”
“Are you kidding me? He’s Scotland’s answer to Beyoncé, the most wonderful love song writer slash singer. He’s huge in America; how could you not know who he is?” She shakes her head at my ignorance. I laugh at her broad Scots accent she shifts into now and again. Sometimes it's really strong, and she uses lots of slang, and other times it's more subtle and delicate.
“I do, Eden, I'm pulling your leg,” I tease. I love how Eden gets so excited by the little things in life.
“You’d better appreciate these tickets. You’ve no idea what I had to do to get them off Eva. These tickets are like rocking horse poop, Hunter. Be more excited.”
I throw my hands in the air mockingly. “Woo-hoo.”
“Much better, thank you.” She laughs.
I could listen to her giggle all day.
“So you like Lewis Capaldi then?”
“Yes, I love him. But not as much as Minnie Mouse though.” She lays her hand out flat and tilts it back and forth. “But maybe same level love, but differently. I think that’s more like it.”
Eden is so refreshing and youthful in her thoughts. Today she’s wearing a cropped pink sweatshirt with a ‘This is my day off sweatshirt’ slogan. I love all her foolish ways and sense of vitality.
“So, that’s three, what's the fourth?”
“That’s easy. Kiss under the stars. We’re doing that tonight at the concert.” She wiggles her eyebrows. “That’s number eleven on my list.”
All I can do is smile.
“Let me see your bucket list again.” I know she keeps a printout of it and takes it with her everywhere for reference. I’m gearing up to ask her my question.
Digging around in her purse, she eventually pulls out her tatty list.
“Number one you’ve done… me. Number two? Did your vibrator arrive?”
“Keep your voice down,” she hisses.
“Well, did it?”
“Yes.”
“Great, we can have fun with that and all this proposed phone sex we’re going to have that you’ve scheduled in.”
“I didn’t schedule it in, Hunter. It’ll be spur of the moment and romantic. Oh, and also, you’re going to love this.” She lowers her voice and leans in further. “I bought one of these remote Bluetooth vibrator things for us. So no matter where you are in the world, you can control it with your phone, Hunter, and I just pop it in.”
I let out a hearty laugh.
“We’re gonna have some fun, you and I, over Wi-Fi.” She wiggles her eyebrows.
“Wow.”
“It will be wow.” She giggles.
Unexpected is the only word I can think of to describe my girl. I have no words as she blows me away each and every day, and I feel her relaxing more and more around me. She wants this, me and her.
Clearing my throat, I shake my head and turn my attention back to her list. “So, are you still going to see your therapist?”
“Yes, but I only have one more booked and I think my mind has been changed forever. I am good to check out, baby.”
“You got a pen there?”
“Yeah.” She digs into her Mary Poppins style backpack and pulls out a pen.
Taking it from her, I score through list number twenty-four.
“You’re not doing that one.”
“Ella said I have to do them all; you can’t change the rules, Hunter. Bad. Very bad. Which one is it?”
“One-night stand. Or two. Nope. Not. Fucking. Happening.”
“I agree, not happening.”
Smiling, I run my eyes down the list to find the one I’m really after, number twelve, and I read it out loud. “Book a vacation to Disney World?” I lift my head.
“Yeah, I still haven’t spoken to Toni and Beth about that. I really should, you know getting the girls to take time off is more difficult that you would imag—”
“Come with me.”
Unblinking, she stares back. “What?”
“Come with me. To Florida. Next weekend for a week. Probably not as long as you would want, but come home with me. I have a photoshoot I need to be physically there for. It’s just me going; the rest of my team are staying here in Scotland. The photoshoot and press conference I have booked won’t take up much time. I want to show you my home.” I’m rambling now.
“You want me to come with you? To Florida? Actual Florida?” she quizzes in shock.
“Yes, actual Florida. I’ve asked Eva and Ella to cover your classes; it’s all done. They checked your passport for me, and it’s up to date. I only organized it yesterday, so it’s all really last minute. I live a couple of hours away from Orlando, but I've booked us a hotel inside Disney World for three nights, and we get to have breakfast with Minnie and Mickey. I’ve booked fast track passes for all the rides, and I thought we might do one or two of the other parks, like Universal Studios maybe? I know it’s not as long as you would want to go, but I want to take you to see the fireworks at Magic Kingdom. That’s number…” I run my hand down her list. “Twenty-two.” Then I lift my head.
Aw, shit. Too much too soon? She sits as if frozen in time. I’m not even sure if she’s breathing.
I wave my hand in front of her eyes. “Hel-looo?”
Her lips tremble.
Shit, what did I do?
“Hey, what’s up, baby?” I move from my seat, circle around the table, and shuffle myself in beside her. She turns her head, her eyes glazed.
“You organized all that for me?”
“Yeah, did I do something wrong?”
“No.” She bows her head, shaking it from side to side. “No one's ever done anything like that for me before. You’re so thoughtful.”
“So you’re not upset?”
“No,” she gasps. “Upset? Hell no, Hunter, I’m so happy and excited.” She launches herself at me and rams her lips into mine with such force I think she made me bleed. It’s a messy, wet kiss I can only grin through.
“I’m really going to Florida with you next week?” She’s giddy now with excitement.
I bob my head in confirmation.
“Holy shit, you're getting it tonight big-time. Ocht, this is pants though. Here was me thinking I would take you to see a concert in the gardens, kiss under the stars, stay in a hotel overlooking the castle, make love with the curtains wide open, and you top me by booking bloody Disney World.” She sits back in her seat in wonder.
She said make love.
“It’s not a competition, and I did not know you had these next few days booked for us. To me, yours is way more romantic than mine. Bloody Minnie Mouse? Romantic? Hardly.”
“Ooooooh, to me it is, Hunter. Seriously…” She turns back to me again. “You are something kinda wonderful.”
“And so are you,” I say back.
Leaning in, I kiss her and she takes that as an invitation to almost hop on my lap. She would if there wasn’t a table there. We kiss like the sun will never come up again.
“Fuck’s sake, man, get a room,” someone shouts from a few seats down in a really broad Scots accent.
But we don’t stop as our mouths dance together with delight. When my girl is soft, she’s so gentle, but she lets me know when she needs it hard, and this kiss is exactly that. I bite her bottom lip, stretching it out a little. Kissing her will never be enough. I want her all the time, every second of the day. I love her.
* * *
I thrust long, deep strokes into Eden with everything I have. We are back at the hotel, on the top floor, overlooking the castle that’s flooded by the moonlight. We had a brilliant, fun evening at the concert, but I couldn’t wait any longer to get her back here to the hotel room.
I need her. I need to bury myself in her so deep. I’m not sure where we begin and end together.
“Come again for me, baby.”
“My God, I don’t think I can take it. I feel so dizzy,” she breathes.
“I’ve got you.” I reluctantly slide out of her and move my long, lean body beside Eden on the bed. “Turn your back to me.”
Shuffling in, I pull her close, her back to my front, and hook her supple leg up over my thigh.
This feels fucking incredible.
With ease I slide my thick, throbbing, hard cock back into her now soaking wet core and dive into her neck, devouring that sweet spot behind her ear that makes her feral.
With better access to her tits, I tease her nipples, changing it up between slow and fast. We rock together, like we’ve been doing this forever. Her body lights up like a star on a clear night at my touch.
“Lick my fingers,” I command.
I guide my fingers to her mouth, and she licks them gently, but as I go to remove them, she sucks them hard, lapping her tongue around them, then bites down slightly.
“Holy shit. I’m gonna come if you keep doing that,” I gasp.
She releases my fingers and watches as I coat her swollen clit with my wet fingers. Small, gentle rubs. Between my cock buried deep inside her and me biting at her neck and circling her clit, her pants and moans become louder, making me instantly harder. I urgently need to fuck her senseless.
“I might pass out from all the sensations,” she whimpers.
White-hot ecstasy builds within me, and I never want this to end. I’m so addicted to this feeling with her. To make her feel like this. Knowing no one but me has ever made her feel so good.
“I’m gonna come, baby; come with me.”
“Yes. Now, Hunter. Now.”
I really let her have it, pounding deeper and harder.
“Tighten that pussy for me and come,” I growl through clenched jaws, pounding into her hard and fast.
Like the devil himself leaves my body, I growl out in a fury of pants and deep moans as an almighty orgasm hits me and pleasure pools in my balls as passion radiates through my spine.
Her body squeezes around my cock, milking me with everything she’s got as I jerk into her.
Arching her spine, she grabs the back of my neck and pulls my mouth to hers in a wet, urgent kiss, desperate for the connection. Her mouth forms the shape of an O as we moan into each other’s mouths with wild abandonment. Coming together, hard, losing control, we breathe deep, openmouthed, lips still touching.
This is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. It’s beautiful. She’s beautiful.
Together we are an astronomical explosion of emotions and sensations.
As our breathing subsides, still connected, I brush delicate kisses over the back of her neck and shoulders.
I want her forever.
* * *
Eden
My heart pounds with newfound emotions at this bewitching man, holding me tenderly, looking after me, caring for me.
It sprinkles tingles all over my neck and shoulders, driving shivers down my spine.
Hunter slides himself out of me slowly, leaving me feeling empty. He’s the other half of me and I want him to be inside of me always.
I turn around and lie half over him and smile with contentment. He sweeps his thumb up and down my arm that’s wrapped around his athletic body.
He sweeps my never-ending hair to the side, bows his head and kisses my neck. Like always he’s tender and loving.
Hunter squeezes me and kisses the top of my head. “Go to sleep, Cupcake. We’ve got a busy two days ahead.”
As I drift off, all I can think is, I love this man.