Page 70 of Walk With Me
“Wow, Eden. You’re…just wow.”
“Bigger than you expected, huh?”
“Just as I expected,” she shoots back, licking her lips. “Better actually.”
Riding high on adrenaline and lust, I take the next step before Sloane can initiate anything more. My knickers hit the floor in a blur of speed. It was a metaphorical ripping off the band-aid. I’m bare to her now. In all my naked, wiry glory.
Sloane’s breath hitches, and her eyes snap between my thighs. If she looks closely, she’s going to realise how turned on I am. Even when I’m getting it on solo, it usually takes alittle more riling up than this. Honestly, though, I’ve been a wet mess since the party.
Following suit, Sloane removes her lace panties. Obviously, I stare at her in wonder.
“How are you doing, babe?”
Instead of answering, I reach for her and bring our bodies together. I need to kiss her—all over, preferably, but a heavy make-out will do for now. The feel of her skin on mine is intoxicating. I didn’t think I could get more addicted to this woman. I’ve just been proved wrong.
My leg naturally slots between her thighs, causing her to gasp and me to still. I feel her excitement on my skin, and I’m spellbound. I, Eden Sawyer, did this. Sloane is excited because of me.
The kiss grows deeper, and our bodies react in kind. With every brush of her nipples on mine, I become more frantic. I nudge her back gently, hoping she understands what I want. As usual, Sloane reads me easily and starts walking backwards to my bed.
Grabbing her waist, we lower ourselves to the mattress. I’m on top of her now, and totally out of my depth. I don’t know what I should do. Let my thigh do the hard work again? Um…go down on her? Does she even like that? Oh crap, I’m spiralling.
“Hey. Stay with me,” Sloane says softly. Her hand cups under my chin, holding my head in place as she looks into my eyes. “You know what to do, Eden. Don’t overthink it.”
I want to kiss her and make her feel wonderful. I want to explore every part of her body with my lips and fingers.
“What do you like?” I ask. I figure I might as well ask instead of guessing. If Sloane is like me, she’s well acquainted with her own body.
“I like soft fingers around my clit. Start there.”
Every part of my body seems to tighten at the same time. “Do you like your boobs touched?”
She nods her head and bites her lip. Shifting to the side slightly, I leave my thigh draped over hers and my chest tucked in tightly to her side. My lips fall to her neck and begin to caress her gently. I try to think of all the things I’ve dreamed about doing with her. There is a reason I wanted to wait. I wanted my first time to be with someone I trusted and felt comfortable with. Sloane is that person, and now I need to relax and enjoy.
I need to show her why I was worth waiting for, too.
20
Sloane
My evening has certainly taken a turn for the spectacular. Eden is naked and on me. Her breath is warm against my neck as she nuzzles and explores. I’m itching to take her hand and put it where I desperately need it. Of course I won’t. As eager as I am to feel her touch me, I want this to last. I want to remain in this state of perfect want all night.
“You smell so good,” Eden says. I find myself squirming under her touch.
“Can I touch you too?”
Nodding against my neck, she rubs herself against my side. Threading my fingers through her hair, I use my otherhand to lightly scratch her back. She practically growls which makes me want to crow in delight. I’ve found an erogenous zone. Taking another pass, I scratch a little harder this time.
Eden’s hips buck and her kisses grow harder. The hand that was resting on my abdomen snakes south, and I can’t help but arch my back. My legs open wider in response.
The first timid stroke of her fingers over my clit sends shockwaves through my lower half. Gripping her hair a little harder, I wait with the patience of a god for the next touch. And boy am I happy I did. The fear is leaving Eden with every gasp she draws from me. She’s becoming confident in her ministrations, and I for one love it.
How she could ever be worried about her body or anything else connected to sex is mystifying. I might have gotten to the point of being ready for this sooner, but that doesn’t make me any less inexperienced. I may not have voiced my worries, but believe me, I had them.
This is a big deal. I’ve anticipated having sex for a while now. After finally getting with Eden I knew it was going to happen, and with the perfect person. Of course I thought about how it would go. What Eden would like, and whether I could pleasure her well. Rationally, I knew that our first time together might not be everything I’d fantasized about.I pictured more fumbling and heavier handedness. There is none of that.
Eden asked me what I like, and she’s following directions perfectly. I should’ve known it would be like this. In our limited time as a couple, we’ve proven over and over again we are really good together. When I say that, I mean on a deeper level. Both of us are good at reading the other and anticipating each other’s needs, like we’ve been together for years.
Eden’s fingers dip lower, collecting my excitement. She is hitting her stride as she sets a delightfully slow pace over my clit again. To make the sensation even better, her head trails down to my breasts.
