Whispered Curses

"Baby, you can come and play with my toys anytime you want," Eric chuckled. "Thank you for making a dirty man's fantasy come true."

Snuggling back against him, I tried to fall asleep. But the sexy electric prickle between us soon had me feeling flushed and wanting.

~ Chapter 18 ~ Eric ~

* Goodnight *

Feeling the way Eden’s curvy body leaned back into mine was driving me crazy. But just for once, I needed to keep a promise. Well, it wasn't exactly a promise. But it was a statement. No sex tonight.

It was important to me that she knew I wanted to care for her more than I wanted to take care of my own sex drive. She had probably known men who were total pigs. Every woman did. I wanted to be better than all other men for her. I wanted her to understand that her needs came first. Always.

Right now, she needed some attention. My arms were wrapped around her, but it definitely felt like she needed more.

Sliding my hands under her top, I placed them flat on her stomach. Her breath hitched. Her body quivered. My sweet little girl needed something to relax her, and who was I to deny a lady what she needed?

"Aren't you sleepy, baby?"

"Not yet," she whispered.

"Tell me what you need."

I heard that strange, dark tone enter my voice, and wasn't sure what I thought about it until I heard her soft exhale. "I need you to touch me."

My hands began spreading apart across her skin, one moving up and one moving down, sliding into the waistband of her shorts. I moved slower than a glacier. I wanted to tease her, drive her mad with desire. From the way her breath hitched again, and the way her thighs began to quiver back against me, it was certainly working.

After several minutes, I cupped the bottom of her left breast, as my right hand slid slowly between her silky folds.

I caressed her gently, slowly. It was clearly having the desired effect, as she was trembling. My fingertips lightly skimmed along her skin, and I was delighted to find she was absolutely drenched.

Dipping a finger around her entrance, stirring her moisture, I whispered, "Are you wet for me?"

"Always," she breathed.

"Really?" I purred into her ear, squeezing her breast so tightly she gasped. "I like thinking about that. Your body craving mine."

"Yes," she breathed, then she moaned as I slid my middle finger into her wet tunnel.

"You are impossibly sexy," I murmured against her ear. "I've never needed anyone as desperately as I need you."

Her soft whimper as I added a second finger made my cock so hard I thought it was going to crack. But this couldn't be about me.

Gliding my fingers all the way in and out of her wet pussy at a slow, seductive pace, I brought my thumb to her clit, nudging gently in tiny circles.

"Yes," she breathed.

"Yes, what?" I asked. "Yes, you want me to stop now and let you sleep?"

"Don't stop," she whispered quickly. "Please…"

"You know I'm going to make you say it, baby. You know how much that turns me on.”

She twisted, looking over her shoulder at me. "Why do you like making me say dirty things?"

I grinned in the near dark. "Because it's sexy as hell thinking of you being so overcome with lust that you lose yourself with me." Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, as I leaned in to kiss her nose. "You're absolutely gorgeous," I said softly. "But turning you into a filthy little vixen is amusing."

"You want to change me?" she asked teasingly.

"Oh no, baby. You're already naughty. I just want you to understand it, and be in touch with it. I want you to let your inner self out."