Next time, he had said. Ordinarily, Eden would have laughed at him and asked how he could be so certain there would be a next time, but with her come still wet and warm between her legs from when he had decided he hadn't had enough and made her c****x several more times, she was wondering if perhaps they could come to a continuing arrangement that would benefit the both of them.
What was most frustrating was the inexplicable urge to let him spill himself inside her, to make him do it despite the obvious risks. But he'd denied her the first time, and then the second and third over the course of the next hour as well. By the time he was satisfied, his fingers had become far more well acquainted with the heat between her thighs than she had ever thought he might. Not only that, s
