Touch of Eden by Jessie M Page A

breasts crushed between us. Fuck, I can't take this, really I can't. I carefully place one hand on her warm shoulder and tuck the other under her neck. All my senses are in overload, way off the scale. Her scent is making me feel high as I sweep my lips back and forth gently across hers. I kiss her more urgently and she opens her mouth, slipping her tongue over mine. I taste and feel my way around her, probing in oral ecstasy. She has the most perfect little mouth ever. It's made for me. Every wet, hot, silky part of it. She suddenly makes the most gorgeous noise, like a whimpering sigh and squeezes me tightly against her. I'm flying away, gone, out there on a misty cloud of love.
    We kiss each other hungrily, her tongue stroking at my teeth and lapping everywhere she can reach. We are locked mouth to mouth for a timeless age. It could be minutes, it could be hours, I have no idea. It is without a doubt the most wonderful, sweetest, agonisingly thorough kiss I've ever had. It's the kind of kiss that makes me realise I've never been as happy in my whole damn life as I am right now. Just kissing her. I don't want it to stop because this is probably it. All she wants from me. Just this one very long perfect kiss and nothing else.
    I push it a little further, slipping my hand behind her head into her hair and I kiss her much harder, a crushing, passionate swirling of tongues, carrying us away somewhere wonderful together. My fingers stroke around her ear and up and down her neck caressing the curve round to her shoulder. I'm almost ecstatic when I feel her hands start exploring me, trailing around my back, then up my neck and into my hair. I'm so desperate for her touch, I don't dare move in case I break the spell. She circles my head with her fingertips and tugs softly at the roots of my hair. I'm groaning into her mouth with complete and utter head pleasure. I can't tell her how much I love this because I don't want to stop kissing her and speak; just groan and kiss and touch her, over and over. My mind has gone into meltdown. I don't know what or even how to think. I am entering that other world. The world where I don't know where I am. All I know is that Eden is there with me, doing wonderful things to me. She's all I need.
    Suddenly she pushes me away hard, shocking me back to reality as if she'd given me a slap with a freezing cold hand.
    “ Please... don't stop, please don't...”  The words tumble out of my mouth, begging her. I don't care if kissing is all we ever do, as long as it carries on and on...
    “ No... I've told you how I feel.” She's as breathless as I am. Very flushed and hot. I know she wants me so very badly. Her body and her eyes are telling me how much. I'm getting confused signals from her. I think she's struggling with the new us. A lot.
    “ Fucking shoot me, it's kinder.”
    “ I just can't go any further. You'll break my heart.” She has tears in her lovely eyes as she's breaking mine.
    “ I won't, I promise I won't.” My eyes are misting up too.
    “ Yes you will. I'm going to sleep now. Don't you dare touch me again.” She settles herself as far away from me as she can get and switches off the light.
    Sleep? No way is she going to sleep after that earth shattering kiss, and neither the fuck am I.
    I can't lie in the same bed as her anymore. It's pure torture. I get up and leave the room, find myself a blanket and crash on the sofa in an angry, lovesick and highly frustrated state. That kiss was beyond anything I could have imagined, ever. A surge of superheated desire rushes through my whole body at the memory of it. God, I want her back in my arms again... I thump my cushion to relieve the tension again and again and finally thrust my face into it trying to suffocate myself into passing out. Desperate doesn't come anywhere near how I feel about her. I'm completely dying with want and need. Like a starving man who can't quite reach his food. My heart hurts so bad. She's squeezing it,