Eden

Words can’t describe the pleasure that pulses through me when Dylan sinks his thick cock into my pussy.

I tremble around him, wishing that I could feel him without a condom.

Flesh-to-flesh. Our raw desire not hindered by the latex that separates us now.

I moan because it’s that good. It’s so good.

I’ve never been with a man who knew how to fuck like this.

Dylan reaches beneath me to cradle my ass cheek in his hand. He tilts me up until the wide head of his cock hits that spot inside of me.

I knew it existed, but it wasn’t until the other night, in this bed, that I finally understood what it felt like to be with a man who could use his body to really and truly pleasure a woman.

I come apart when his teeth bear down on my shoulder.

My sex ripples around him, spurring him on.

“Again,” he whispers against the shell of my ear. “I want you to come again.”

I whimper because I’m still falling from the high of my climax. “I can’t.”

He slides in and out slowly. “Your cunt says otherwise. You’re so wet. You need more.”

He’s so raw and uninhibited. He doesn’t mask his need behind the pretense of flowery compliments or token terms of endearment.

His words are a reflection of his wants.

“On top,” I murmur as he plunges deeper.

“Fuck yes,” he answers with a flip of our bodies.

I whine when his cock slides out of me. “Please.”

He settles on his back in the middle of the bed. His hand is wrapped around the root of his erection. “Ride me, Eden. Take what you want.”

I crawl over him, sliding him inside of me. It’s so deep that tears well in the corners of my eyes. “It’s too much.”

“Shh, it’s good.” His voice soothes, just as his hands stroke my thighs. “Take it slow. Set the pace. Use me to get yourself off.”

I lean down to press my lips to his, whispering back what he said to me. “It’s good.”

“So fucking good.” He deepens the kiss with a lash of his tongue against mine. “Fuck me.”

I move my body slowly, adjusting to his thickness. I’ve never felt this full, or this alive.

I slide my hands over his muscular chest until I’m sitting atop him with his cock buried so deep inside of me that the sharp bite of pain is cloaked in pure pleasure.

“You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” His voice is gravelly. “Jesus, look at you.”

I look down into the face of the man I’m falling so fast and so hard for.

“Look at you,” I repeat back before I close my eyes and take what I need.

***

Glancing down at me, Dylan ties off the condom and tosses it in a wastebasket next to the bed.

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