Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79800 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
“Only you,” I tell him.
“Can I taste you, Eden?”
“Please,” I beg.
He shimmies down the bed, and his head is now there, right between my thighs. The soft glow of the candles makes it hard to see his face, but I hear his intake of breath, followed by my own, when he leans in and takes his first taste.
“Oh, that’s… staying on the list,” I say, burying my hands in his hair. He chuckles and then goes back in. This time, he doesn’t stop. He licks, nips, and sucks, and when he adds his fingers, my back arches off the bed. Pleasure greater than anything I’ve ever felt before rolls through my body like a tidal wave.
“Foster.” I cry out his name, because I don’t know what he’s doing to me, but I don’t want him to stop.
Not ever.
“I can feel you, Eden. Your pussy is clamping down on my fingers. Come for me, sweetheart. Let me hear you,” he says as he sucks my clit into his mouth. That’s all it takes, and I’m soaring, calling out his name, back arching, toes curling, fists tightening in his hair.
My soul has left my body.
I think I black out for a minute because when I open my eyes again, Foster is lying next to me on the bed, his head propped up on his elbow. “There she is,” he says softly.
I turn to look at him, reaching up to brush his hair out of his eyes. “Go,” I whisper.
“You sure?”
“Am I safe with you?” I ask because he needs to believe it as much as I do. I see so much of myself in him. Maybe that’s why we understand each other so well. We just fit.
“Of course, you are. What kind of question is that? I’d never hurt you, Eden. Never.” His voice is solid, unrelenting.
“I know that. I was making sure that you did,” I tell him.
He lowers his head and kisses me. “Sometimes I think you might know me better than I know myself.” He kisses me again, this time, a little deeper, a little hungrier. “Thank you for this gift, Eden. I don’t take this moment with you lightly. To know that you’ve chosen me, that you trust me to look after you, it’s more than I deserve.”
“Foster?”
“Yeah?”
“Make love to me.” I open my mouth to correct myself, but he moves too quickly, reaching for a condom and tearing the wrapper. The light from the candle is dim, but I still keep my gaze on his actions, not wanting to miss a moment. All intentions for misspeaking, calling what we’re about to do making love, are forgotten when he settles between my thighs and aligns his hard cock at my entrance.
“I don’t know what the future holds for us,” he tells me, “but I do know I want you. In fact, it’s more of a need at this point. I also know it’s been a long damn time since I’ve been in this position, and with your taste already on my tongue, this is going to be quick. I promise next time, if there is a next time, it will be better.”
I can’t help it; I let out a small laugh. “I want there to be as many times as you’ll allow, and I just want to feel you inside me,” I tell him truthfully. “I know there’ll be pain, and I’m not expecting to see stars my first time.”
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Oh, Foster, don’t you see? You’re putting me back together. Fixing broken pieces that I thought would remain shattered.”
“Fuck,” he rasps, and pushes forward, just a small bit, as he eases his cock inside. “You okay?”
“Better than okay,” I assure him. I grip his back as he pushes in a little more. We repeat the process a couple more times, and when he stops, I heave a sigh of relief.
Until he says, “I’ll be quick.”
Before I have a chance to ask him what he means, he’s pushing all the way in, breaking past the barrier that I’ve held on to out of my inability to trust, but that fear brought me to this moment. To Foster. And there isn’t a single thing on this earth that I’d trade this moment for.
“Fuck, Eden. I’ve never— Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” he chants.
Transferring all his weight to one arm, he reaches between us with the other. His thumb lands on my clit, and he begins to move it in small circles.
“Oh,” I moan when he starts to move inside me at the same time.
“That’s it,” he praises. “Come for me, Eden. Come all over my cock,” he says, his thrusts growing faster.
“There. Oh, damn, please, don’t stop,” I beg. The words are barely out of my mouth before I’m flying. My orgasm crashes into me like a bolt of lightning that’s cracking outside the windows. Wave after wave of pleasure consumes me. Just as my soul starts to come back to my body, he stills, calls out my name with a deep, shuddery moan, and then collapses onto me, careful to still hold his weight and not crush me.