HUNTER
She is a thing of beauty.
I take my time kissing every inch of her body, breathing in the sweet scent of her skin. I make quick work of my belt, adoring the needy sounds she makes when I pull my cock free.
I’m rock hard. Have been since the office. It was torture trying to make it through the rest of the workday, wondering the entire time if Eden would actually to show. When I saw her car in my driveway, I practically careened straight into my garage so I could hurry and get to her.
Eden lies on my bed, her full lips parted slightly as she stares at my throbbing erection.
“There’s no way you’re going to fit,” she rasps.
“We’re not going to rush into this,” I tell her. “I’ve still got plenty of things I plan on doing to you before I fuck you.”
She makes a sound, something caught between a moan and a choke.
“Lie back down, Eden. I’m going to take such good care of you.”
I pull her to the edge of the bed and get down on my knees, centering myself between her open legs to lick her sweet pussy. She gasps, breath catching in her throat as her body jolts and her knees shake.
“Gonna use a finger,” I tell her. “Need to get you nice and warmed up so you can take my cock. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Y-yes, sir.”
I carefully gather up her wetness before pressing a single finger against her entrance. She’s slick from her earlier orgasm, just as I’d hoped she’d be. I slip inside her, the walls of her pussy fluttering around my knuckles, a soft whimper escaping her lips.
“How does that feel?”
“Strange,” she admits. “But… nice? It doesn’t hurt.”
“Good.”
Thesoundsshe makes. It’s enough to make me come untouched. Instead, I focus entirely on her. Right now, she’s all that matters.
I curl my finger in a beckoning motion, searching for her sweet spot. I know I’ve found it when Eden lets out a strangled scream, her toes curling as she fists the sheets in her hands.
“Oh,God!”
I keep at it, licking and teasing and kissing while my finger coaxes out her second climax. She comes with a silent scream, her soft body trembling beneath my weight.
“You’re doing so well,” I praise, tenderly stroking her inner thigh with my palm.
“I’m ready,” she insists. “I’m ready, sir,please.”
“No,” I mumble, licking a stripe up her folds. “I’m a lot bigger than one of my fingers. I need to work you up.”
“But I don’t think I can wait anymore.”
“You can and you will.” I press a tender kiss to her thigh. “Trust me.”
“I do trust you.”
“Then be a good girl for me and let me prepare you properly.”
Eden nods, licking her lips. “O-okay.”
I hum, content. I’ve got a buzz going, a deep satisfaction gathering somewhere in my hindbrain. I like taking care of her like this, treating her with the utmost delicacy like fine crystal and a priceless work of art, though she’s by far more beautiful and rare.
Once I’m convinced she can handle it, I insert a second finger. She’s loosening up nicely and wetter than a waterfall. I can taste her desperation, can feel her warm walls fluttering around my fingers as I guide her through yet another crest. Her back arches, her mouth falls open, her hair a beautiful, messy halo spilling around her head.