He leaned over, pulling one knee onto the bed, and pressed a kiss to her luscious mouth.
“Honey, there isn’t a man alive who wouldn’t respond with a resounding ‘Hell, yeah!’ to a proposition like that. I’ll lie here and let you do whatever your little heart desires and if any time you feel out of your element just tell me. We’ll work through it together and when you’re ready for me to take over, just say the word.”
She smiled, relief lighting her eyes, and then her gaze flickered over his nude body as he stretched out on the bed, nothing hidden from her view.
She knelt up over him, her hair cascading, a curtain of silk, teasing his skin with those light brushes.
She pressed a kiss to his chest, directly over one of the scars, and then kissed a line up to his neck and the hollow of his throat. She nibbled delicately at his jaw before moving to his ear, where she sucked the lobe between her teeth.
Swanny was one hot mess of seething, extremely aroused alpha male. Her every touch drove him to the brink of insanity. And then his heart swelled with emotion—love—as she oh so tenderly laved her tongue over the scar on his cheek and followed up with little tiny kisses, covering every inch of the mangled flesh.
“Do you know how beautiful you are to me?” she whispered.
He couldn’t speak for the knot in his throat. He could only nod, though it was a lie, because no, he couldn’t imagine her finding him beautiful. Or even handsome. There were so many other men out there without the baggage he came with. Without the hideous scarring and imperfections he wore inside and out.
But she was fast slipping past the exterior, the visible scars, and fast easing into his heart and soul where the most painful scars resided. She soothed him in a way he’d never found peace before.
How could he ever let her go? He’d never find another woman like this. One who could so easily see beyond his imperfections to the heart of him and recognize that he was a good man with a good heart. No one would even try. Had never tried. Not until Eden.
She slid her mouth downward again, repositioning her body until she knelt right at his hip and hovered over the apex of his legs.
Tentatively she wrapped long, gentle fingers around his straining erection. He gasped, already feeling moisture beading the head and leaking onto her hand. With measured strokes, she moved her hand up and down, bringing him to a new frenzy with every upward and downward pull.
With her free hand, she cupped his balls, gently squeezing and rolling them in her palm, exploring every inch of his most sensitive region.
She glanced up at him, her hands still working their magic on his dick and balls. There was a gleam in her eyes, almost laughter.
“Um, are most men this size?” she asked. “You obviously know I have little experience and it’s not like I Google naked pictures of men so I don’t have much to go by, but you seem a little . . . big.”
Swanny chuckled. “Can’t say I’ve whipped out my dick and measured it against other men, but the average penis size is between five and a half and six inches fully erect. I, um, have more than that. So I’m not the biggest guy for sure, but I do fall above the average.”
“Now why doesn’t it surprise me that you’d be above average,” she teased. “You certainly are in every aspect of your body. I have to admit I was worried last night. I didn’t know how the heck you were going to get that thing inside me.”
He stroked her cheek, pushing her hair behind her ear. “You were made for me, Eden. Just as I was made for you. We fit. We just fit.”
She smiled and then resumed her careful exploration of his dick. Then she leaned her head down, her hair spilling downward to obscure his view. Oh hell no. He wasn’t missing a second of this.
He reached down to snag her hair and held it up and out of the way just as her tongue flicked out and delicately licked the tip of his cock.
His entire body leapt like he’d been delivered an electric shock. He arched his hips upward, automatically. Wanting—needing—more.
“You like that,” she murmured.
“Hell yes, I like it,” he said in a guttural tone he didn’t even recognize.
She grew bolder then, swirling her tongue around the head and then finally, finally, she sucked him between her lips, into that hot satiny heat of her mouth. And his eyes rolled back into his head at the explosion of pleasure that burst through his body.
If he died right now, he’d die a happy man and wouldn’t have a single regret. Being with Eden was like being bathed in indescribable warmth. Sunshine and honey all mixed together.
But he also knew he couldn’t let her continue much longer or he’d come and then she’d be left behind and like hell he was going to be that selfish.
“Eden, honey,” he gasped. “You have to stop or I’m going to come all over your mouth and down your throat and I want you with me. I want you to feel as much pleasure as you’re giving me.”
She slowly released suction and lifted her head, her eyes half-lidded and heavy with desire.
“I think I could come just by pleasuring you and making you come,” she admitted. “I’m so on edge right now that it’s not going to take much.”
“That makes two of us,” Swanny growled. “Get over here and get on your back. This is going to be way quicker than I intended, but you’ve driven me beyond my breaking point.”
She smiled but quickly complied with his guttural command. She laid out her body like a cat stretching in lazy contentment. Fire burned in her ocean eyes, making them more vivid, the sparks of green glowing even more brightly against the darker blue that at times dominated.
He rolled over and onto her, spreading her thighs to position himself at her opening. But before he pushed in, he slid a finger in, testing her readiness. He didn’t want to hurt her and even if it killed him to wait, he was going to make damn sure she was wet and ready for him.
She moaned softly, partly in dismay that it was his finger and not his dick entering her. Her pussy clutched at his fingers as if demanding more. The walls were liquid velvet, so satiny and plush. He stroked the inside, pushing farther until he hit her G-spot, and she nearly came off the bed and his hand was suddenly bathed in wetness.
Satisfied that she was more than ready for him, he withdrew his fingers and then grasped the base of his dick and began to push inward, feeling her stretch around him to accommodate his size.
This time her moan was one of deep satisfaction. She gripped his shoulders, her nails digging into his flesh, and she tilted her hips upward, meeting his thrusts, drawing him deeper inside her.
“Wrap your legs around me and hold on. This is going to be fast and hard. If I hurt you in the slightest, you tell me to stop and I will, no matter how far gone I am.”
“Stop worrying about hurting me,” she said softly. “I want you. I want this. I want everything you have to give me. Show me how much you want me, Swanny. Take us both over the edge.”
Her words had the effect of a whip, galvanizing him to action. He slid his hands down her breasts, cupping them gently before caressing a line down her sides to her hips. Then he slipped his palms beneath her ass and lifted her to meet his more forceful thrusts.
At the very first plunge, he was lost. A haze fell over him, sucking him into a violent vortex of pleasure and desire such as he’d never experienced. He powered into her, retreating the barest of inches before planting himself as deeply as he could go. Until they were one person, joined intimately, him taking up where she left off.
There was no Swanny. No Eden. There was only Swanny and Eden. Together. One person. Two pieces of a whole. Finally complete.