I lift her onto the bed and press her body into the mattress with my own. Her yoga pants are next and then her underwear until there’s nothing but a gorgeous, nude Eden sprawled on top of the mattress. Her golden limbs are highlighted by the soft lights of the lamps.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous, Eden. Look at this pussy. She’s hungry.” I draw a finger through her wetness and then stick it in my mouth. “Mmm. Never had anything better.”
“Not even my scones?” she replies shakily.
“Scones can’t compare.” I wet my finger again and hold it against her lips. “Taste.”
She’s shocked at first, but she doesn’t resist. Her tongue curls round the tip of my finger, and I nearly come from the thought of how erotic it will be when it’s my cock in her mouth instead of my finger. I need more of her.
I pull my finger out of her mouth and spread her legs wide. “I’m going to eat you out until your legs are shaking and you can’t breathe because you’re coming so hard. Any last words?”
“You expect me to think while you say stuff like that to me?” she says incredulously.
“I’ll take that as a no.” I dive in, swirling my tongue over her clit and then delving into her hot channel full of tart honey. She cries out, her passionate response ringing in my ears. She’s so sensitive and responsive. Every lick and nip generates a tightening of her thighs, a moan from her lips, a convulsing of her tight cunt. I catalogue the intimate responses so I can recall them later. My cock is aching, and my balls are heavy. I want inside of her, and I want it now.
Chapter Fourteen Eden
I dig my fingers into the bedding, needing something to hold on to as the orgasm pushes down on me. Miles' mouth is between my thighs. He’s eating me as if he were a starved man. I don’t want this to end, but there is no stopping it.
I cry out as the orgasm hits me. My eyes squeeze shut, the pleasure too much to handle. I didn't know something could feel so good to the point that it almost hurts. I’m going to want this again. If Miles’ plan is to try and convince me to stay here for orgasms, he might actually win. I feel a hell of a lot lighter after that.
Slowly I open my eyes when Miles kisses the inside of each of my thighs. My body is still so sensitive that I jerk with each kiss. He looks up at me with a wicked smile. His mouth is glistening with my arousal. Why do I find that so damn hot?
“How come I’m completely naked and you’re fully dressed?” I prop myself up on my elbows.
“I can fix that.” My heart starts to beat faster. This is happening. I’m going to have sex. Wait. Maybe he wants a blowjob. I bet I'll be terrible at it since I have no experience in that department. Or any other department when it comes to intimacy. Should I tell him? I don’t want to ruin the moment.
All my thoughts leave my head when Miles gets up and begins to strip out of his clothes. Holy crap. The man really is perfect. I lick my lips as my heart pounds even faster.
A knock sounds at the door, interrupting us. My stomach drops. Oh God. What was I thinking! My brother is right next door, and I’m pretty sure I was moaning loudly. I swear I want to climb under the comforter and pretend I’m invisible.
“E, are you okay?” Ryan asks from the other side of the door. I rush to get up, trying to get my clothes on.
“I’m fine,” I tell him as I hop into my yoga pants. I glance at Miles, expecting him to be pissed or annoyed, but he hands me my top, tossing my bra to the other side of the bed so it’s out of view.
“You think I can get something to eat?”
Miles starts to answer him, but I put my hand over his mouth.
“Sure. I’ll join you.” I give him a look that says I’m really sorry. He kisses the palm of my hand. “Give me a second.”
“Cool.” I drop my hand from Miles' mouth.
“I know. I’m going to have to tell him about us.”
“When it comes to Ryan, I’d never rush you to do anything.” I notice he applies that only to Ryan and not just anything in general. Such as moving in here or giving me a car. Still, it feels good how much respect he has for my and Ryan’s relationship. I suppose he gets it to some degree. He takes care of Violet. We have that in common.
“That’s sweet of you, but I need to be straight with him. I mean, he’s almost eighteen. It’s just that this is new territory for us. We’ve never dealt with me bringing a man around. Ryan’s been the man of the house since we moved to live over The Daily Drip. I don’t want him to feel as though he’s losing something.”
“You’ve never brought a man around?” He cocks his head to the side. I swear I almost laugh at the fact he focused on that bit of information. I shake my head no. I can feel the blush rise in my cheeks. At least now he gets that I’m a newbie at this whole thing. I don’t have to outright tell him about my lack of experience.
He pulls me into him, dropping a deep kiss
