Chapter 26
Edward was drawn to Eva and without a second thought, his hands reached up for her straps again. This time he didn’t stop until she sat in front of him with the bodice of her dress around her waist. She sat straight and tall, her eyes closed, her head back, letting his hands explore her body.
He felt her tremble just before she stood up and he noticed her starting to fidget. He leaned forward and kissed her stomach, sliding his hands around her waist and letting his cheek rest on her as he hugged her. Looking up at her, his bright blue eyes shining up at her, he parted his lips. “Make love to me, Eva.”
She inhaled a ragged breath and stepped back a step before allowing her dress to fall from her hips to the floor in a puddle around her feet. His hands slid up her legs and his fingers hooked through the sides of her panties, pulling them down, his eyes glued on them as they slid along her long slender legs.
As she stood in front of him with all of her exposed, he stood and did the same. She watched as he unbuckled the belt from his trousers, his fingers working the clasp and then the zipper. He gave minimal effort to allow them to fall into a similar puddle around his feet as Eva’s dress did moments ago. He stood in front of her in boxer briefs that hugged him in all the right places, causing Eva to stare, her mouth slightly open. Before she realized she was staring, he quickly removed them with a bit more effort, sliding his hands into the sides and sliding them down to the floor as he bent over.
She couldn’t help but stare at his body. The day they hugged in Paris before she left, she knew by the feel of his body that he stayed fit. She recalled that he liked to jog, but she wasn’t prepared for the definition of this man’s body; his chiseled abs, his toned arms, his chest and…. She closed her mouth and cleared her throat with a soft ahem as she realized how obvious she was gawking at him. Looking down at her own rendition of nakedness, she felt her cheeks grow warm as the awkwardness she was used to slowly crept in. Before it grabbed hold of her, he did. He snaked his arms around her and pulled her body into his. She sucked in a ragged breath as she felt the very muscles she was just admiring against her, his thing pressing against her causing that very thought to increase the heat in her face.
He stroked her hair and kissed her face, allowing her to become comfortable with him again before moving forward. He couldn’t stop touching her. Her skin felt like satin and her hair was a river of chocolate he wanted to bury his hands in. The curves of her body were subtle but soft and her innocence would have sent his arousal over the top if he hadn’t been able to control it. He stroked her face with the back of his hand and leaned in to kiss her. When she closed her eyes, he swiftly picked her up in his arms and carried her to his bedroom.
Her breathing was ragged but she looked at him in such a way he knew she was his. He lay her on his bed and sat next to her, relishing in her reaction as he admired her body without touching her. He loved her vulnerability.
“If you don’t touch me,” she said breathlessly “I am going to go insane.”
He smiled a slow smile and ran a single finger from her collar bone down the center of her chest, slowing down as he crossed her stomach, enjoying her body’s reaction as he got closer to the very core of her being. He could have gotten off on watching how she squirmed and struggled but he wanted this to be enjoyable for both of them. He climbed on top her her, keeping his body weight off her with his arms. He lowered his body down enough to kiss her then lifted back up in a push-up. He watched her face and saw her squirm. He lowered himself again, kissing her again but lingering a bit longer before lifting himself up again, certain parts of his anatomy teasing as they came in contact with her.
“You’re killing me,” she said quietly.
He lowered himself once more and thrust his tongue into her mouth just before letting the weight of his body imprison her into his bed. He felt her tremble and her breathless gasps caused his arousal to sharply increase. He pulled back for a moment or two and closed his eyes to get back control.
Just as he opened them to kiss her again, he felt her legs snake around his waist and pull him into her, his hardness pressing against her pubic bone. She moved just right, her eyes penetrating his. He found it increasingly difficult to keep control, something he never had a problem with in the past. He couldn’t pull back again. His heart rate beat harder and harder, a panic rising within him. He felt his arousal change to something stronger, something that wrapped around his very being and lock into position. He grabbed her hands and thrust them to the side, pinning her to his bed and maneuvering his body perfectly until he felt his cock open her. The warmth of her surrounded him as he pushed slowly inside her. With each inch he gave her, she gave him a wince and a gasp. Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her mouth was open, her head was back, her eyes were closed and her smell was delicious. He had officially lost control and let his body take over.
He fucked her slowly, watching the way her body responded to him. He felt the build and tried to suppress it but it just kept building. He buried his face into her hair, slid his hands underneath her ass and pushed into her until he had given her everything he had. He stopped, greedily feeling every pulse her body gave him. When he withdrew, and pushed back into her he craved more. He stopped and allowed his body to suck up everything her body gave him. With each thrust it was getting more difficult to stop before pulling out again. He heard her gasp with each move he made and he held his breath to concentrate on hers. The sound stopped. It was his own gasps he heard.
Eva seemed to be in a far off land as she moved in unison with his body, enjoying everything he gave her. She had moved beyond her anxious mentality and on to a more euphoric state of mind.
“Eva,” he whispered, barely audible. He began to hear her breathing. He felt his arousal take over his body. “You feel so fucking good,” he grunted, thrusting into her slowly but with more force.
Her breath caught and her hands grabbed the backs of his arms.
Edward had just realized he forgot something extremely important but found it impossible to stop.
“Eva.” His voice was lower than even he expected.
“Yes. Oh, God don’t stop.” She sounded so sweet, so tempting, so delicious.
His body kicked into overdrive as he heard the words come out of his mouth. “Eva, wait.”
“No. No, don’t wait. Give me everything.”
“Wait.” His mind begged, but his body ignored his attempts. “Are you protected?”
“No,” she breathed without hesitation. She continued to push into him but with more aggression than before.
“What about…?”
She kissed him aggressively and squeezed her legs around him, pulling him into her repeatedly until he felt her hold her breath. Her body contorted and jerked toward him and she let out every bit of air in her lungs. While her orgasm rattled her and she began to breath heavily, Edward’s own orgasm built up and threatened to explode. He tried pulling out of her but she held him inside. The thought of her wanting the risk of a pregnancy by him made his heart swell in a new way he had never felt before. He looked into her eyes and pushed into her, slowly one last time. It was as if there was an entire new world behind that last push and when his orgasm was ready to take over, it wasn’t a grab hold and riddle you with pleasure kind of orgasm. It seemed to slowly scorch the sides of the box that held it, burning the sides and slowly taking over. He wanted to wrap himself around her and keep her forever.
The sun shone into the bedroom window and woke Edward from a deep sleep. He stretched, feeling more refreshed than he had in a long time, much like he felt the morning after bedding a beautiful woman. He glanced at the clock and wondered what day it was. Should he panic and jump out of bed knowing he was late for his eight o’clock class? If it were Tuesday or Thursday, he should have. But wasn’t it the weekend? He took a deep breath and smiled, dismissing the care from his mind. He hadn’t felt this carefree and lighthearted for quite some time. He rolled to his side and watched Eva as she slept soundly. Her hair cascaded across her face and he carefully moved it, exposing her neck. He savored the next few minutes, letting her beauty seep into his senses.
Eva opened her eyes and looked around the unfamiliar room. It took a moment before the events from the night prior flooded back into her mind. She smiled and pulled the covers up to her neck, hugging them as she remembered the way Edward made love to her. The smell of bacon wafted into the room causing her stomach to rumble loudly. She took a few more minutes to herself, letting the feeling of Edward’s bed soak into her before getting up and wrapping the blanket around her. She followed the smell into the kitchen where she watched the man of her dreams jump back away from the stove, the sound of bacon crackling in a pan.
Eva giggled and leaned against the doorway. “You are spoiling me.”
“I couldn’t spoil you enough.” He jumped back again as the crackle of bacon grease threatened the skin on his bare chest. “Join me. I have fresh coffee.”
“Do we dare try the coffee again? Look where the last two cups got us?” She looked back in the living room at the two cups still sitting on the table in front of the couch.
“Ah, yeah. I’m willing to try again.” He leaned on the kitchen table toward her and smiled.
“You are relentless.”
He loved seeing her standing in his kitchen, her hair a mess, wrapped in his blanket. But the one thought that got to him far worse was the fact that she had a part of him inside her. She knew it and she didn’t seem to care. The table hid his erection.