My exhaustion had already turned to an adrenaline rush, as my hand massaged his wide , firm chest. Part of me still couldn't believe that a man this breathtakingly hot seemed so obsessed with me. But a larger part of me knew that I should stop thinking stupid questions and show my man how I felt.
My hand slipped lower and gripped his thick, rock hard cock. I loved that I aroused him. I needed to give him everything. My hand moved up and down his shaft, my thumb swirling around the sensitive head while he exhaled was a long, low sigh.
"Is this your way of saying that you need to go to sleep immediately?" he grinned.
"No," I said, reaching down to pull off my shorts. “I'm giving you a very different message."
He ripped off my camisole, throwing me onto my back almost roughly. His lips met mine softly, but his wandering fingers were much more demanding. My thighs twitched with yearning as his fingertips spread me open, tickling along my labia until he parted my pussy lips and plunged a finger inside.
"Mmm, yes,” I moaned into his mouth.
I loved it when he fisted my hair and controlled how hard I kissed him back. I loved the way he thrust inside me with his fingers. He didn't just slide mechanically in and out. Somehow his fingers twisted and turned, touching every nerve ending, and finding a little place near the front of my tunnel that made my hips twitch.
"That's the spot," he murmured. His thumb began circling my clit gently as he plunged a second finger inside. The pressure was wild, as he worked my body as if I were his toy.
His tongue dragged against mine greedily, as if he were desperate to taste me. Reaching down to stroke him, I was clumsy and unfocused, already about to come.
Eric pulled back for air. I could almost feel his eyes raking over my skin as he watched my breasts heaving while I gasped.
"You are so fucking beautiful," he muttered, leaning in to suck o
n my nipple while I began to quiver. He stared into my eyes. "Come for me, Eden. Show me that you're mine."
I didn't know whether it was his pushy possessiveness, his insanely gorgeous body, or the earnest, sweet look in his eyes. Grabbing his bicep with one hand and his cock with the other, I shook from head to toe as the waves of my climax rumbled through me.
"Eric," I choked. The final shudder that ran through me was almost violent, and my eyes snapped open, locked on his.
I felt like I was in a trance. It was wild how easily he was able to draw me out of myself. He kissed me softly, as if I were the most precious thing in the world.
His lips skimmed along my cheekbone, murmuring, "I love hearing you say my name, but when you scream it like that, it fills me with very filthy urges."
Gripping his face in both hands, I nodded frantically. "Yes," I blurted. "Now."
Eric moved over me, spreading my legs wider and grazing the head of his shaft along my wet pussy lips. "You and I are going to be the best kind of trouble together," he grinned.
My pussy was flooded with juices. I felt swamped in heat. Need. My sensitive nipples brushed against Eric's hard chest as his weight began to bear down, sinking his cock inside me slowly. He took his time, pressing inside me carefully, deliberately. It felt even more like we were bonding.
"I love you so much, Eden," he whispered against my lips as he held perfectly still inside me.
"I love you, Eric,” I breathed. "I want to kiss you every day and every night forever."
I realized I was being overly sappy, but he grinned, starting to move slowly in a deep, sensual rhythm. "Absolutely, baby."
His hand began massaging my breast, squeezing my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until I moaned.
"I've never been addicted to anything stronger than coffee, Eden. But I think you're going to be my favorite new addiction."
I nodded, my head falling back as the pace of his thrusts increased perfectly. Tangling my fingers in the back of his hair, I brought his lips to mine for a filthy, gritty kiss. I wanted him to feel my heat. I wanted him to feel how much I was overcome.
His husky groan rattled through both of us. He kissed me so hard my breathing faltered, and my gasping cries filled the room.
I could feel his thighs clenching, his hips rocking as he thrust deeply, lustily, again and again. "You're so tight, baby. I can't believe how good you feel. You're making me lose my mind."
"Good," I said with more sass than I expected.
I spread wider, wrapping my legs around his hips so he could plunge right to the end of my tunnel. The pressure was incredible. The blinding need for release twitched through me, just a hair out of reach.
Then his thumb found my clit, rolling over it gently as he pounded faster. "Tell me what I need to hear,” he begged.