Page 99 of Barron's Second Chance
Barron stilled for a split second at her verbal bellow as she fell apart in a physically explosive climax. Her body bowed, and she bit her lip against the moans spilling from her mouth.
"Holy fucking shit." He felt the rush of dampness between them, and without thinking, he reached down to cup her mound. His balls pulsed at the heat and wetness he felt coming off her. Acting on instinct, he pressed his heel against her clit and rubbed it in a circular motion.
"Yes, fucking right there!" She cried out.
"Fuck, baby, you're so wet," he groaned. She clutched at his arm, using it as leverage to direct his hand where she needed it.
"That's it, baby. Take what you need."
He watched in rapt awe as Eden shattered around him. Her guttural groans eventually turned into soft mewls, her body contortion sinking down slowly to the couch cushion.
Watching Eden come, making her come, was one of his favorite things. All her tale tell signs were there. The only difference was, instead of silent screams and quiet shudders, Eden had developed into this groaning, writhing sex kitten who wasn't afraid to take what she needed - both physically and verbally.
A wave of jealousy flowed through him as he pictured her with different lovers over the years. Even though they were still compatible now sexually - if the wetness on her cotton shorts and his hard-as-steel cock was anything to go by - she had obviously evolved in her sexual experience. Eden had seven years to learn new tricks. Instead of them growing and learning together, other men had taken his place in her bed, and with them, she finessed her role as a sexual partner.
And it's all your fucking fault.
"Barron?" Eden's hesitant voice called out to him. He realized he had been staring down at her with a clenched jaw as he wallowed in his morbid thoughts. Her face was still flushed, her hair was a tangled mess, and her clothes were still in disarray. She had come down off her high and was now regarding him in a questioning manner.
"Sorry, baby," he managed to croak. His arms were starting to give way, so he pulled back slightly. "I was just thinking how hot you looked." That wasn't a lie. The vision and sound of her coming apart would be stored in his spank bank while she was in New York.
Eden blushed prettily, embarrassed. Her gaze dropped to his hard cock, still straining against his shorts.
"Let me." She went to the waistband of his pants but stopped when he covered her hands with his.
"I'm okay, baby," he assured her. "This isn't about me."
"But..." her hand dropped from his front as she frowned up at him. "I can get you off; I don't mind."
"I have no fucking doubt that you can, baby. Shit, I would've come in my briefs if I wasn't so busy watching you come like a fucking geyser."
Her mouth dropped open at his explicit words. "Barron," she chastised, swiping at his chest.
He grinned before swooping down for a quick kiss. He stood up, grimacing as he adjusted his pants. He reached down to help her up before cupping her face between his hands.
"Listen to me. Today was about giving you pleasure. I wasn’t planning on what just happened to happen. Don't get me wrong; it was fucking incredible," he insisted, "but I don't want to push for more than you're willing to give. I don't need you to get me off just because you got yours. That isn't what this is about. It's about trust. And right now, you trusted me with a part of your body, and I'm so fucking grateful for that." Her eyes softened at his words, and he brushed her mouth gently with his.
He meant what he said. He wanted to put her needs before his own, even her sexual ones. Yes, he had a silly moment of jealousy and self-pity but instead, he focused on the positive. If he could elicitthatresponse from her by just dry humping, imagine what she would be like once he had her naked. Once he could take his time with her and reacquaint himself with her body. Taste the sweet nectar between her legs, suck and lick at her sugary sweet berry red nipples. How would she respond then? Like a fucking screaming Fourth of July firework, he hoped. He couldn't wait to test his theory.
So, while Eden may have had other lovers, he was her first, and he would be her last.
"Uh, Barron?"
"Yeah, baby?" He rubbed his nose against hers in affection.
"I hate to burst our bubble, but I have to go, and I uh -" she shifted from one foot to another. "I'm a littleuncomfortableand kinda need to change my shorts. And panties," she finished, blushing furiously. He found the contrast between her siren sexual performance and shy virgin highly adorable.
He watched as she awkwardly waddled to her suitcase, unzipping her bag and rustling through to produce a clean pair of white lace panties and shorts. Shit. His erection, which was slowly receding, reared its head again at the sight of that minuscule material. He wondered if it was too forward to ask her if he could keep her ruined underwear.
"Uh, I know this is gonna sound weird after what just happened but do you mind turning around so I can change?"
"Shit, yeah," he swiveled around, staring at the clock on the wall as he willed his erection to go down. It didn't help that he was well aware of Eden's naked pussy being exposed at this very moment.
"Okay, done," Eden softly said as she zipped her bag back up. She had changed into a fresh pair of tan cotton shorts and had also changed her wrinkled T-shirt to a fresh, white vee neck one. She also had her hair up in a ponytail. Apart from her swollen lips, you couldn't tell that she had just had a groaning, writhing orgasm on the couch not ten minutes ago.
Eden gave him a sad smile as they both realized that the time for prolonging and procrastinating was over.
This was it. Eden was leaving.
