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Eden approached Barron slowly. A mixture of emotions coursed through her as she drank him in.

Dark jeans encased his strong legs. He wore a light grey Henley shirt with a black hooded open sweatshirt. Eden gave a slight shiver which had nothing to do with the cooler weather.

Barron stuck his hands in his jean pockets and gave her an uncertain look.

"Sorry, I had this grand plan to knock on your door and surprise you. But I forgot that the apartment buildings here are like Fort Knox and that I couldn't just walk in. I tried your buzzer a few times but I guess this answers my question about why you weren't answering."

His shoulders slumped at her lack of voice. "I know it's presumptuous of me to just turn up and expect you to-"

Before he could finish Eden grabbed his shoulders and yanked him forward. He hadn't been expecting the sudden movement and since his hands were still in his pockets, his big frame tripped forward before he could catch himself.

Eden didn't give him time to find his footing before pulling his face down to hers and covering his mouth with her lips.

She felt his stunned stumble before he groaned and took over the kiss. Hands encircled her waist, bringing her body tight up against his.

She wound her arms around his neck and kissed him back just as passionately. Her fingers stroked the soft whorls of hair at the nape of his neck as his hands spanned her back.

The time spent apart from each other - being able to see and hear, but not touch - intensified the passion in their kiss. Everything muffled around them as she sank into the feel of his fingers tightening on her shirt, the movement of his mouth against hers, the stroke of his tongue as it tangled against her own.

The feel of his hard body, pulled taut against hers... the other hardness that couldn't be ignored, seeing that it was rubbing against her upper groin area. She wanted to hike her leg up against his waist, tilt her hips up to line his hard cock right up -

"Get a room!"

The sharp male voice penetrated the fog of lust that had overcome them, causing Barron to step back a fraction but not release her completely. Instead, his arm came down protectively over her shoulders as he swore at the interruption.

Like a rush to her ears, the sound of moving cars and horns came into focus as well as the slight humming sound of a jackhammer in the distance. Eden came out of her pleasure-induced haze as she realized where she was.

Welcome to New York.

Her face warmed at their overtly sexual public display. Especially since she just realized how many people were milling about out on the street.

Eager to be away from prying eyes, Eden slid her hand into his strong, warm one. Barron was looking down at her like she was a cool drink of water after a lifetime of wandering the desert.

"Come on," she softly told him.

It was a miracle she could remember the code to her building. Her hands were shaky and her heart felt like it would beat out of her chest. She took a discreet deep breath before slowly releasing it out. That breathwork retreat she took a couple of years ago was doing fuck all for her now.

Barron's hand squeezed hers, letting her take the lead as she led him across the foyer of her building. She punched the elevator button, resisting the urge to thumb it over and over even though she knew it wouldn't bring the lift down any faster.

The silence and tension between them was palpable. If sexual chemistry could be visualized, a crackling red electrical storm would be swirling above them - sizzling in its fury at not being sated.

As the metal doors opened, Eden quickly slid inside; with Barron hot on her heels. She jabbed at her floor, eager to be encased in privacy before anyone else could jump on. Her usual politeness would disappear if she saw someone running for the doors.

As soon as the doors closed, thankfully with only the two of them behind, they immediately grabbed for each other. Their instinct to be connected was matched and still as strong as it had been in their youth.

For once, she was thankful that the ancient lift took forever to reach each floor.

"Fuck, baby," Barron groaned as he palmed her ass before lifting her up and stumbling to pin her to the wall.

She moaned into his mouth as she wrapped her long legs around his waist. Her back fell heavily against the metal wall. The attached handrail dug into her upper buttocks but she didn't care. All she cared about was how soft his hair felt under her fingers and how his grinding cock felt against her groin. She could be on her floor already with her floor neighbors watching and she couldn't care less.

Barron tore his mouth from hers, panting against her lips.

"Baby, be sure this is what you wanna do. Once I get you behind those doors, I'm gonna fuck you so hard." He closed his eyes and swore. "I don't think I can be gentle."

Instant liquid gathered in her panties at his words. Fucking yes, please.

Instead of answering, Eden leaned down and licked the side of his face; close to his ear. If she remembered correctly, it always made him want to -

A shiver ran down his big frame and she smiled against his cheek. Bingo. Some things never change even after seven years.

The jerk of the elevator stopping at her floor and the slow creak of the doors opening brought their heads up.

"Let's go," she ordered as she slid down his body, thankful that no one was waiting for the lift. As horny as she was, she didn't want their intimate acts on public display. At least, not where she lived.

She quickly swiped her card before pushing her door impatiently open, eager to get her hands back on Barron's body.

She gave a yelp of surprise when Barron picked her up by her hips, turned her around, and pinned her against her front door. She breathed deeply as her heavy-lidded eyes stared up at him. His eyes roamed her features as she took in his mussed hair and wet mouth - damp from her kiss. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes had a wild yet concentrated look about them.

"I didn't come over here to fuck you. But if that's where this is going I need to know. Are you sure?" He gritted through a clenched jaw.

"Shut up," she mumbled as she grabbed at him again. Enough talking, she wanted her actions to give her consent.

Eden let out a huff of frustration when he pulled back again. "Baby, look at me," he demanded.

She set frustrated eyes at him. "How 'bout this: you fuck me until I say otherwise," she sassily snapped.

"You sure?"

"Argh! Barron just fucking fu- argh!"

He lifted her up, bridal style, and started strolling further into her apartment. "Bedroom?" He growled.

She made a half motion with her hand towards the general direction of her room. Barron shouldered her door open before upending her on her bed.

She squealed as she bounced, coming up to rest on her elbows. Greedy eyes drank him in as he shredded his sweater off his shoulders. Determined eyes never left hers as he reached behind and pulled at the collar of his Henley, throwing that item of clothing carelessly aside.

Her mouth watered as she took in his bare torso for the first time in years. Barron wasn't overly muscled. He had an averagely fit, lean body - honed over years of playing soccer and keeping active. He had wide shoulders that led down to long sinewy arms and defined biceps. His stomach was flat with a delicious looking six pack that her fingers itched to trace. His hips were lean with that familiar Adonis belt that she had already gotten a sneak teaser of. Seeing it uncovered in all its glory was magnificent.

His hands went to the button of his jeans so she automatically went to yank her hoodie off. He paused before he could lower his zip.

"Leave it," he demanded. "It's been seven years since I've removed your clothes. There's no fucking way I'm missing out on doing it again."

She grinned and leaned back again on her elbows. She gestured to him. "Works for me. Please, continue."

He pushed his jeans down, taking his boxer briefs with them. Her mouth dropped as his full, erect cock came into view. Do men's cocks grow bigger? In her limited knowledge of men as a teenager, she still knew that Barron was well endowed. Her aching pussy at the end of each sexual episode had clued her in on that. And sure, she had watched porn so knew a huge cock when she saw one. But somehow she didn't remember his dick being that big.

Maybe if she put it in her mouth she could test her theory. She could usually fit him into the back of her throat. Surely if she just -

"Where do you think you're going?"

She licked her lips. Her eyes glued on his weeping cock. "I just wanna -"

"You so much as breath on my dick I'll end up coming all over your gorgeous face." He grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a few pumps. A cloudy pearl appeared out of the slit and Eden whimpered. She fucking whimpered with the need to lick that little drop up.

Barron groaned, his face was tortured in pleasure. "Fuck, baby. Your little noises drive me crazy. You want this cock?"

She shot him a haughty look, frustrated with all the teasing even though his words were sending shivers of thrill down her spine. And straight to her cunt.

"If you don't stop teasing me I'm gonna take my dildo out and fuck it instead."

His hand paused mid-stroke before he groaned and kneeled on her bed. "I'm definitely gonna want to see that later. But right now you ain't coming on any dick but mine. Artificial or otherwise."

He came over her, grabbed her hoodie, and pulled it off her head. She was wearing a tight T-shirt that had ridden up, bunching around her flat midriff. She lay back against her bedspread, anticipation of what he would do next set her on edge and excited her.

Barron's hand smoothed at the expanse of belly that was exposed, caressing the skin of her stomach. His breath was harsh as the tantalizing scent of her arousal met his nostrils, causing them to flare.

"Fuck, Eden," was he could groan as he took in.

Eden coyly inched her shirt further up her stomach, slowly. He looked at her like he was at a peep show, panting for a glance of the goods. His eyes flared and he took a deep breath as her lace-covered breasts came into view.

"Jesus," he whimpered as he took in the black scrap of lace that plumped up her straining tits.

"Victoria's Secret, Spring line. Perks of the job."

He reached out and yanked the cups down, exposing her erect, dusky pink nipples. "Perks, indeed." He groaned as he bent to lick at a turgid peak.

Eden moaned as she arched off the bed. Her hands speared into his hair, welcoming his mouth on her.

She cried out as she felt his teeth scrape at her erect nipple before soothing it with his tongue and then curling around the peak, pulling it into his mouth.

"Ooooh, fuck...," she moaned as his mouth pulled at her nipple. He moved back, brought his hand to one mound, and closed it around her areola, cupping it before tightening his grip causing the tip to jut forward.

Without taking his eyes from hers he opened his mouth over her nipple and sucked hard.

She tipped her head back, biting her lip as she moaned loud and long. Her panties were completely soaked through. She always loved having her sensitive tits manipulated and was thrilled that Barron still paid as much attention to them now as he did when they were together.

He left her nipple giving it one last loving lick before he used her other breast, giving it the same attention he gave its twin. She tipped her head back and stroked through the thick strands of his hair.

His lips left her breasts, leaving her nipples swollen and wet. Soft, blazing kisses trailed down her flat stomach. His tongue dipped briefly into her belly button causing her to giggle at the ticklish sensation.

His fingers grazed the waistband of her jeans. She breathed heavily as he slowly unbuttoned her before tugging the zip down. The noise seemed loud in a room that was still except for their harsh breathing.

His eyes lifted to hers as he grasped the waistband and pulled. She more than willingly helped him by lifting her hips so that he could glide them down her crotch and long legs. He hurriedly shucked them off and threw them haphazardly over his shoulder.

She should be blushing as he took in her naked, wet, and straining breasts; her bra crudely pulled up to expose them.

She should be mortified that her aroused pussy, only separated from his eyes by a thin layer of lace scrap, was weeping with her juices. Juices he could probably smell given the fact that his nostrils were flaring and he was staring at her mound like it was a juicy snack.

She should be cringing. She should close her legs and cover her breasts.

She definitely shouldn't be grabbing at her bra and yanking it off; throwing her T-shirt across the room in the process.

Definitely shouldn't settle back down and open her legs wider. Most definitely shouldn't tilt her hips up, offering up her wet pussy to be pleasured by him.

"Look at this pretty little cunt," Barron growled as he pulled the crotch to her panties aside.

"Let me see that pretty little pearl," he opened her slick folds, loving the feel of the cool air against her hot flesh.

She whimpered as she felt his thumb press down hard on her clit before moving his digit around the bud. Eden moved her hips up, inviting him to press harder, circle that bundle of nerves faster.

"You're so wet my finger keeps slipping." Hazel eyes, full of wanton need, glanced at her. "Tell me what you want baby," he demanded. "Say it."

She licked her lips. This new take charge and demand Barron was someone she could get on board with. She had been concerned for a brief moment that their sexual chemistry would be a bust when it came down to the act itself. The explosive scene on her couch blew that theory out of the water. This moment right here took that worry and smashed it to smithereens.

Barron ripped her panties off her before blowing on her pussy, causing her legs to fall further apart in reaction.

"Tell me," he ground out.

"Lick me," she moaned.

Her breath hissed as she felt his tongue swipe through her folds. He groaned at her taste, licking his lips. "Like that?" His voice was hoarse with lust.

"More," she demanded, rocking her hips up. She tried and failed to reconnect her cunt to his mouth. "Barron!" She gritted out in frustration.

"Tell me," was all he said, his breath hot against her.

She screamed out in annoyance. "Lick me Fucking eat my pussy," she cried out.

Her voice trailed off into a moan as he buried his mouth in her tight, wet cunt. His lips suctioned over her clit, pulling at it rhythmically. She reached down and speared her hands into his hair, tugging his strands, using his head as leverage to grind her wet folds tighter against his mouth.

Barron moaned into her wet heat, pausing to lick at her clit before closing his mouth to suck at it over and over again.

"Yesssss," her head was thrown back in ecstasy, her mind concentrated on the feel of his tongue, lips, and teeth scraping, sucking, and pulling on her sensitive clit.

She could feel herself climbing to that delicious peak and so she dug her fingers into his scalp, uncaring if she hurt him.

But Barron gave no signs of discomfort. In fact, it seemed to rile him up even more. Long, big fingers rubbed down her wet slit until they reached her aching hole. He teased the mouth before slipping two digits into her tight channel. She could hear the slurp of her wet pussy as it eagerly welcomed the invasion. Her body lurched up as he slid his fingers deeper before curling the tips, reaching a sweet spot inside her that had her crying out incoherently.

"Fuck, I can't wait until this cunt is strangling my dick," Barron groaned. He pulled back as he watched his fingers pummel in and out of her, his thumb also getting in on the action by rubbing her slippery clit.

"I'm so close," she moaned. "Harder, rub me harder," she demanded.

Instead of complying, Barron pulled back. His fingers retreated with him.

"What the fuck are you doing?" She screeched, feeling bereft at the loss. "Get back in there."

Barron chuckled, his mouth wet from his saliva and her juices. He leaned over and placed the fingers that had been in her hole on her mouth. "Open," he demanded.

Without hesitation, she opened her mouth and welcomed the push of his digits in them. She closed her lips around his fingers and sucked. She tasted herself around him and moaned as she tongued them.

"Seeing you come that morning was the hottest fucking thing I've ever seen. But the next time you come it's going to be on my fat cock."

She hummed around his fingers. She couldn't argue with that.

He slowly pulled his fingers away, groaning as her teeth seductively scraped against them.

He palmed his dick that was currently leaking pre-come before moving over her and lining it up against her hole.

"Wait," she gasped, cursing herself for stopping but it had to be done. "Condom."

"Fuck!" He rested his forehead against hers before pushing up on his arms. "You make me forget everything," he groaned.

He hopped off her, turning to clamor for his jeans where his wallet was. Eden popped up on her elbows. As much as she hated stopping, she couldn't hate the view that his tight, muscled buttocks provided her.

She watched as he rolled the condom on, shooting her a naughty grin. She responded in kind, spreading her legs to make room for him.

He moved over her, bending down to take her mouth in a searing kiss. His fingers reached down to finger at her pussy. He probably thought that their brief pause cooled her libido a bit. No such thing here. She had pressed unpause in her head and was back right to where they were a minute ago.

Barron ended their kiss and lined his sheathed cock at her entrance. He breathed deeply and closed his eyes. "You ready?"

"Yes."

He shot her a saucy smile. "I was talking to myself."

She gave a snort of laughter before grabbing his trim waist and tugged. "Get in me, you doofus."

Her humor faded as he sank into her with a groan. She bit her lip as the full length of him registered inside her. She squeezed her inner muscles, testing the feel of his cock inside her again after so many years.

"Fuck, you feel good," he breathed out. He held still inside her. Sweat had pooled on his furrowed brow as he stared down at her. She couldn't hold his gaze. The intense look of love she saw in his eyes was too much for her. Especially since she wasn't ready to sink into her own intense emotions.

"Are you gonna move?" She panted.

He reared back slightly before plunging back in. She moaned as her legs climbed up his waist, squeezing.

"This is gonna be hard and fast, baby," he growled.

Without waiting for a response he started moving inside of her, thrusting in a flurry of hurried movements.

"Oh, fuck," she groaned at the sharp sting of his hard dick pummelling inside of her. She wrapped one hand around his neck and the other curled around his thrusting waist. She wasted no time meeting his hard, quick thrusts with her own.

His harsh breaths and grunts sounded in her ear and she tightened her grip on his scalp.