He obliged, lavishing attention on my breasts until my skin was damp and my body squirmed against the bed. His lips were swollen when he lifted his head. I smiled at him, feeling drunk even though I hadn’t had a drop.
Eddie climbed over me, straddling my hips, rising so his chest came above me like a piece of artwork, and the bulge beneath his jeans was too obvious to deny.
Curious and slightly intimidated, I reached out, stroked my hand over the bulge, and watched him swallow thickly. His throat worked compulsively as I rubbed against his cock, then left it to trail my fingers over his lower abs.
“Is this okay, Am?” he whispered, his voice strained. “Is it okay for me to be on top of you.”
“Come closer,” I beckoned, crooking my finger.
His body folded over mine, and once again we were chest to chest. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his weight pushing me into the blankets. We kissed and stroked each other until my skin was flushed and I felt feverish. Eddie was breathing heavy, and I felt the restrained need pulse beneath his skin.
I pushed at his shoulder, and he lifted, a concerned look crossing his face. I sat up, reaching for the button on his pants.
His hand covered mine. “You sure?”
“I’ve never been so sure of anything. Ever.” I promised.
Eddie rolled off me, practically ripping the pants off his lower half. He was wearing a pair of black boxer briefs, the kind that were tight and hugged his thighs. His legs were thick, wide with strength, and at the center of them, the bulge strained against his boxers. I wrapped my hand around it, giving it a squeeze. He made a sound, and his hips jutted out.
I pushed him down onto his back, and this time I crawled over him. Grabbing my hips, Eddie positioned me so I was straddling his bulge and it hit me right in my center. Surprise widened my eyes when he rotated up against me.
“Oh, that feels so good,” I murmured, still feeling the buzz of pleasure in my limbs.
“That’s nothing compared to what it will be.” He vowed. “Like this, baby,” he murmured, grasped my hips, and rocked my body against his.
I sucked in a breath as desire so strong pulsed through me. Liquid heat slicked my panties, and it felt as though my heartbeat moved down into that secret place. I throbbed, I ached, and there were even twinges of pain.
With every twinge, I rocked against him. His eyes closed, head fell back, and I stared down at his bare chest, smooth skin, and locked jaw.
I loved the power in his body. I loved how even though he could overpower me in two seconds flat, he didn’t. He used his power to give me pleasure. He used it not against me, but for me.
“Eddie, I want more,” I whispered.
His eyes shot open, head lifting off the pillow. He sat up so fast I barely saw him coming. One minute he was lying down, and the next he was sitting up, I was in his lap, and my legs were wound around his torso.
“I love you, Amnesia,” he said, cupping my face and pulling it close. “So goddamn much.” Our mouths fused. His tongue stroked mine, and he rolled, pinning me beneath him.
Instinctively, my legs opened, and he settled between them. I pushed at the waistband of his boxers. He rose and pulled them off. Peeking up, I looked at his dick, so rigid it stood out from his body. I reached for it, glancing at him for permission.
He took my hand and brought it to him, cupping my palm around it and encouraging me to stroke him. Oh, he was smooth. Silky soft. It seemed like such a surprise because he was so hard with need. I loved the combination of soft and hard. It intrigued me. It made me hungry.
I pushed up onto my elbows to press my lips to the tip. Eddie groaned and pulled back a little. “You’re so fucking sweet,” he murmured.
I licked my lips. They tasted surprisingly salty.
Eddie pushed my body back, slipping his fingers into the waistband of my jeans. I helped him push them down, and he yanked them off and tossed them aside.
When he reached for my panties, again he paused to look at me.
I reached between us and shoved them down. The second they were gone, his hand was back, cupping my center, and he made a sound. His free hand gently pushed my thigh, and I spread my legs. A single thick finger slid against my slit, and I moaned.
“You’re drenched,” he whispered, sliding his finger inside me.
I gasped and glanced down. He paused, unmoving.
Our eyes met. “Am?”
“Deeper, Eddie. Go deeper.” I urged.
His finger surged deep, stroked against my inner walls, and my hands gripped the sheets beside me. I lifted my hips, and he slid a second finger inside. The next thing I felt were his lips closing around the swollen bud at the center of my body. He sucked and licked it as his fingers pumped inside me.
Need hammered within me, and all I could think about was getting closer to him, for him to hurry.
I grabbed his hair, tugging him closer. His laugh vibrated my clit, and I groaned. My knees were shaking, knocking against his head, and beneath us the mattress shook.
Eddie lifted his head, his lips slick and shiny.
“Kiss me,” I demanded.
He crawled up my body, lying over me completely. He tasted like me, and I couldn’t get enough.
I felt the tip of his thick head at the center of my body. I opened my legs, inviting him in. His cock slid along my slit, but didn’t penetrate. I felt the silky lubricant from my core coat him, and I started to pant.
“I want to be inside you, Am,” he said, his voice strained.
“Please.” I urged, opening my legs farther.
In one long stroke, he slid inside. My mouth opened, but no sound came out. He felt big, and I was tight. A momentary pinch of pain hit me, but then my body stretched around him, the slick wetness between my legs reducing friction.
Eddie’s body was vibrating, his arms shaking as he supported his weight. I felt him struggle to hold himself still, his eyes seeking out mine.
I cupped the side of his face and smiled.
Relief shone in his face, and then he smiled, too.
He started moving, slow at first. Long, easy strokes that felt like a fire was being lit inside me. I marveled at the fact he was closer to me than anyone else. I thought it might be awkward to have someone actually moving in me, but it wasn’t at all.
It was powerful. Heady. Something I couldn’t get enough of.
I felt my body begin to strain. His slow, easy strokes weren’t enough. My fingernails sank into his biceps, and I squeezed him, surging up against his hips. Eddie’s eyes flashed, and he began to move. Faster, harder…
I began to pant. I whispered his name.
“Let go,” he told me.
I did. Bright lights burst behind my eyelids. Pleasure like I’d never experienced before rolled over me like a tidal wave. Pure bliss was all I felt, and it was amazing.