Chapter 19: Wanderer
A/N: Sorry but ya girl has been mismanaging her time a lot lately. With this whole coronavirus fiasco, my college has transitioned to online classes and things have gotten so hectic. Hopefully this more than makes up for it. Gonna try to update every month.
His orgasm had left him momentarily disoriented, the high of sex was steady diminishing and it took a minute for him to accumulate some of his lost composure.
There was not any rushed need to be deprived of her warmth just yet, in fact, the man wasn't sure if that particular need could even be manifested. All of his planning, waiting, and yearning had paid off in the most rewarding manner. It was invigorating for any man to finally conquer his conquest. He'd finally had a taste of what her body could offer and promptly concluded that it wasn't enough. It would never be enough.
Turning his gaze towards the ceiling, Itachi took the moment to allow his thoughts to run freely. What this was between them was more than pure passion or irrepressible lust. No, this was something profoundly deeper. The thought nearly made the Uchiha recoil within himself, an action that was very unlike his normal self. For quite some time, he found himself doing a great many things that were by all accounts 'out of the ordinary'. Perhaps it was dangerous to spend an excessive amount of time pondering about the woman and what she meant to him. The only thing the man could discern was that they both were a part of an improbable development that neither would have foreseen.
Pulling himself from her heat took a substantial amount of effort on his part
Itachi gently lifted his weight off of Eden's limp body.
Having spent the vast majority of his lifetime resting on exuberant sleeping accommodations, Itachi found it implausibly hard to fall into slumber even at such a late hour. Instead, onyx orbs remained content to watch Eden as she slept. This aspect captured his attention almost immediately as he could not recall in all his years of living, the last time he allowed himself to sleep next to another body after engaging in sexual activity. Any other partner would be dismissed from his notice the moment the deed was done.
Brilliant moonlight shone through the bedroom from the windows. She would likely be out til morning.
The swank king-sized bed was situated in the middle of the room against the wall, a slight distance away from the floor to ceiling windows that overlooked the bright cityscape below.
A brisk knock at the door, The guest then settled himself in a chair.
"No women around to keep you company? I have to say I'm surprised at that." The man's sly voice questioned, with concealed amusement.
Chuckling, the Hirano patriarch retrieved a cigar box from a drawer in his desk. "Oh yes, Shizuka dislikes when I bring them around when she's home. I'd rather keep them away than hear her verbal yammering on." Takuma Hirano then lit a cigar with a match from his place behind his desk. "Danzo it's been some time since you've paid me a visit. To what do I owe the honor."
"Oh really, I hear you're making quite the impression as a newly instated councilman - and not only that but you've been rather busy working underground as well."
Danzo readjusted his cane in front of him, placing both hands on its center. "Contrary to popular belief, I've been quite perturbed lately." He replied absently.
Grey brows drew up at this assertion. "That's certainly surprising coming from you. Just what is causing you so many problems that you can't just get rid of it?"
"I'm planning on conducting some business with the Uchiha Clan."
Even disguised under courteous conversation, the other man knew what the man sitting in front of him was referring to.
Snorting, Takuma took a few puffs before he offered a response. "Considering the Uchiha's influence, how do you plan on going about this?"
"It is not yet set in stone, though I do have something in place. Your daughter will marry into the clan in a short space of time. Is she not?"
Takuma's gaze met Danzo's in that instant, and silent communication ran between them. "She is."
"My issue is not just with the Clan but its leader in particular. Under his rule I'd say the family is relatively losing their touch. Ryosuke tells me they plan on merging with the Hoshigaki corporation in some sort of business deal. That cannot happen. I already suspect they're onto my operations by now."
"What will you do?"
Danzo stood up his seat, turning to head out the door. "Only time will tell at this point."
The old man then left the office, bypassing scurrying servants. Once he passed a door at the end, he observed the Hirano heiress being pampered. Lounging in a chair while one woman painted her nails a deep red and another worked on her feet, Shizuka was the very picture of spoiledness. Her father was indeed guilty of raising her to be entirely rotten.
"Lady Shizuka." Danzo acknowledged, dipping his head in formal greeting.
Careful, not to ruin her face mask, Shizuka made sure to limit her facial movement. "Lord Danzo! How nice it is to see you! Come to visit father I presume?"
"Yes. He and I had much to speak about. Your upcoming marriage being one of them."
A light appeared in Shizuka's eyes at the statement. "Oh isn't it exciting? In a few short weeks, I'll be a married woman."
"I do hope I'll receive an invitation from you my Lady."
"Of course! You know you're always invited to any occasion of mine Lord Danzo."
Nodding his head, Danzo said, "Well, if you don't mind, I'll take my leave now."
"I bid you a safe travel, my Lord." Shizuka relied with enthusiasm.
For Eden, there was always something so undeniably comfortable about voluntarily waking up from a nice, long overnight slumber. The observation proved especially true when the bed felt heavenly, almost like she was sleeping on clouds. For a moment, the woman considered staying in bed for a while longer though her body probably wouldn't be able to manage falling asleep once more.
Blinking into wakefulness, Eden's vision was soon filled with the sight of the elaborate hotel room of whom she'd spent the night. Realization soon had her alert and she turned to seeing an empty space on the bed next to her. Eden breathed a sigh of relief to know that Itachi wasn't in bed with her and she was alone in the room.
The growing ache between her thighs was impossible to forget or dismiss. A distinct reminder of what they'd done. Clenching her jaw tightly, Eden was overcome with the feeling of annoyance. Shifting in the bed, Eden's eyes were quick to notice the spots of congealed blood on the sheets and on her thighs. Proof of her deflowering by Itachi Uchiha and a clear reminder of the lascivious deeds that had taken place in the night.
She was no longer a virgin. She'd finally been intimate with a man and never before had she felt so exposed and vulnerable. Her protected virginity would no longer be the subject of many conversations with her friends. Acknowledging this left a feeling in the pit of Eden's stomach and a lump began forming in her throat. A temporary moment of sadness came over her and her fists gripped the sheets and brought them up to cover her face, Eden didn't want to expose her disheartened face to the room. Taking deep breaths to keep from crying, Eden's mind chose to distract her with various thoughts.
What would her friends and family think of her if they found out? Would they even look at her the same?
Were things supposed to end up like this?
How could she forget the desperate choice that had put her in this predicament?
While Eden could not accurately say that she fully regretted last night's intimate transgressions, admittedly from her perspective it definitely could've played out much differently. She should've fought more, she should've rejected his proposal and told him to go to hell. Instead, she'd consented and given in. She was born and raised a fighter, since when was she prone to giving in to others so hastily?
Regardless, there wasn't any used dwelling on the should've/could've when the deed had already taken place. What was done was done and she wasn't able to take it back.
The pair now had a passionate physical relationship. In what little sexual expertise Eden had indulged, she knew that Itachi Uchiha was otherworldly in many aspects. And she was certain there was a point where she'd briefly lost her sanity. When faced with the possibility of seeing the man so soon after their discretion's, left her stomach in knots.
For her, life was routine, ritual, controlled. Now she was at that point where she didn't know what she was feeling, only that she was feeling something. That was for certain. She grudgingly accepted that she was learning more about herself through him.
After multiple failed attempts to leave the bed, Eden took a moment to summon up the strength to try to work through the pain. Realizing that she couldn't make her legs support her weight started to kick in.
In that moment, the door opened to admit her devilishly handsome suitor, surprisingly he was not dressed in his normal attire, setting for a button down shirt with the shelves rolled and slacks. Though usual, the clothing took nothing away from his normal sex appeal.
The atmosphere grew tense. Eden fidgeted uncomfortably in the bed, wrapping herself in the sheets and looking at any and everything except the man who had just walked into the bedroom.
Itachi could sense her uneasiness the moment he stepped into the room, walking over the man elegantly took a seat near the edge of the bed. "Did you sleep well?"
Turning her flushed face away from his, Eden responded with a quiet nod. Being close enough to smell his cologne sent jitters over her skin.
"How did you feel last night?"
Eden eyes widened. "What?"
"During our session, how did I make you feel? Did you feel pleasure?"
A pillow was shoved into his face soon after. "Don't ask me a question like that!"
Lashing out in anger was the only thing the woman could think to do in order to escape embarrassment. Even with her current weakened dilemma, Eden couldn't help but feel like it was the least of her worries at the moment. The woman just couldn't shake the feeling that she'd forgotten something. Something very important.
"Oh no! Maddox!" She'd left her newly adopted puppy at home to fend for himself for over twelve hours! There was no telling how many household objects he'd chewed up or used the bathroom in every place but his pee mat. He probably didn't even have any food or water in his bowls. She had to be the most irresponsible dog mom in life.
Eden began moving about frantically in an attempt to leave her posh prison. "I have to go home, my dog is waiting for me. I shouldn't have left him there in the first place."
"You are in no position to leave right now."
"No I have to go now."
Eden's limbs refused to cooperate with her no matter how she bid them to do so. The woman would not be leaving the bed on her own no matter how hard she tried. So far she only exceeded in irritating her appendages and making herself tired. Itachi displayed no intention to accommodate her needs at his point in time and likely would not allow her to leave. She hated feeling trapped or restricted against her will.
Since Eden was already struggling to remain calm, the woman resisted the urge to throw pillows at his head. "Look what you've done to me! I can't even move properly. I should smother you right now." She hissed angrily.
"If you do that, you'll miss breakfast."
Crawling towards the edge of the bed, Eden nearly tumbled to the floor until Itachi's strong arms her waist pleasantly, sending shivers racing throughout her body.
Eden inhaled sharply, jitters ingling across her skin as the warmth radiated from his larger form. Eden tried in vain to control the racing of her heart and an angry shade of red began rising unto the young woman's face with her growing embarrassment. Right now, at this very second, she was against his body. The gorgeous body that had kept her pinned against the bed last night while in the throws of passion. Not to mention that she was totally naked under the sheets and one wrong move could send them falling from her body.
"Your body was not used to such activity. I'm afraid you'll feel some soreness and pain for some time until you heal properly."
"Oh you think?" Eden replied sarcastically. "I'll be lucky if I can get my legs to hold me up."
"I have a bath drawn for you infused with aloe vera. It will nullify the pain while you soak."
Eden clenched her teeth, hating how her body rumbled while he talked. "I don't have any clothes."
"A change of clothes will be provided to you." His deep voice countered.
"Thanks." She barely wanted his help as is and remaining perfectly stubborn was likely the only logical thing she could do at this point in time. "Do you mind?"
"Would you like me to assist you to the bath?"
"No. I can get there myself." She answered.
First and foremost, she was already beyond reluctant to let him touch her, let alone help her bathe. Reluctant to engage in any further sexual activity with him. All it took was for her to let her guard down for one second and he would take full advantage of the situation with little effort. She didn't want that to happen, her mingled anxiety decided against it. There were too many times where she'd fallen into the Uchiha heir's web of control and it never bode well for her in the end. The way he shattered her will through sexual means was frightening, it was as if her entire life had become comprised to his domineering deposition.
Jerking herself from his embrace, Eden made a long awkward, hobbling trek to the bathroom, hissing and wincing along the way. Hurriedly closing the door, and locking it behind her. Sighing, Eden pressed her back against the surface, relieved that she could run for cover away.
Looking in the mirror at her disheveled appearance only brought forth a nagging feeling of insecurity. The woman could only imagine how she looked while the pair had sex. Luckily the bathroom provided the necessary provisions such a toothbrush and hair care products.
Settling herself in the scorching water, Eden did her best to allow the water to sooth the aches and pains of her body. Glancing over, her change of clothes consisted of a short white dress with colorful flower petals sewn into the fabric and a pair of beautiful white sandals. If he wasn't so much of an asshole, Eden would gladly say that Itachi Uchiha had great taste in women's clothing.
After stalling in the tub for some time, Eden finished her bath and dressed. Maneuvering her hair in a slick ponytail, Eden took a moment to breathe before exiting the bathroom. Upon observation, the bed was stripped of its covering, presumably to be washed and the remaining staff were busy practically worshiping the very ground the man currently stood on.
One could consider it a natural talent the way he slipped back into his cold, detached persona around others. To think she easily fell into the arms of the tall, dark and handsome type was laughable. Once their eyes locked, Itachi promptly dismissed the staff from his notice, waiting until they bowed respectfully and left the room.
"Will you join me on the balcony for breakfast?"
Eden's brows lifted at the question, heart nearly plummeting to her feet. Leaning around the tall man to see a glass table and two chairs on each end set up on the balcony. A man servant also stood with his back towards them likely instructed to remain there by Itachi, sending a spike of anxiety through Eden's frame. Silver domed lids were covering two plates, adjacent to eating utensils. Immediately, she thought back to their first dinner meeting that was supposed to be her job orientation. Itachi ordered her his arms, guiding her to her chair, and pushing it in when she took a seat. It was all very gentlemanly. Though, she was supposed to be resisting the intent to have his hands on her body once more, she could see no harm in joining him for breakfast. Once he took his seat, a servant lifted the lips off their plates, before bowing to take his leave.
She was given a traditional American breakfast of bacon, eggs, french toast, along with a healthy assortment of fresh fruit and a beverage that she recognized as orange juice.
His demeanor seemed entirely different, though that smooth, confident air still clung to him in waves. Heat still rushed to her face. It was wild that he could turn her on just by doing normal things and being completely silent. Though she knew firsthand that his dick was loud in the sheets. Shaking her head manually, Eden grimaced.
Ugh, she sounded like Sara.
Despite Eden's beliefs, she should know better than to think that he was not observant of her mannerisms and body Uchiha heir knew of her recent plan to avoid as much physical contact with him as possible, refusing to look him in the face while she did so. He didn't mind giving her the impression that she held some semblance of control but it was best not to allow her to get deeper into the habit of continuing such behavior.
He held a stern caution around him since detecting her apprehension when it came to him being in the vicinity. He studied her movements, making note of how she often grimaced or limited certain actions to avoid discomfort. Contact between them would be minimal - at least for now.
Looking through the kitchen cabinets and not finding any food waiting there to be eaten was distressing for any starving kid. Jaden wasn't an exception to that fact, and after multiple failed attempts to get this elder sister to understand this, he would soon have to result to other means of getting substance. Besides, one packet of pop tarts wasn't going to hold him over for the entire day.
"Sara!" The boy called out from the kitchen. "I'm hungry!"
When no answer came forth, the ten year old huffed and stomped upstairs to his sister's room. Bursting in the room with the likeness of an angry mother seeking to reprimand her misbehaving children. "Sara!"
"What!?" Sara snapped, having risen from under her cocoon of blankets and pillows sending tumbling to the floor in a mess. With her hair all over the place, and face displaying all kinds of fatigue, Sara looked every bit of crazy.
Jaden couldn't seem to conjure up a single shred of remorse. "There's no food in the house and I'm hungry."
"There's got to be something in there that you can eat for breakfast."
"It's not even morning, it's two in the afternoon." He stated.
Falling back into the bed, Sara griped, "Ughhhh, god give me a minute."
A persistent vibration from her nightstand had her grumbling once more and leaning over to snatch the device. Pressing the button, the woman pressed the phone to her ear. "Yeah?"
"It's two in the afternoon, why aren't you up?"
"You know I don't get up til about 3:30." she responded, to the person on the other end of the phone.
"That's sad. Really really sad." Jaime chastised.
Jaden stomped back into the room, not at all happy to see Sara still in bed. "Could you hurry up?"
"I said give me a moment!" Sara yelled out, running a hand over her face.
Rolling his eyes, Jaden left the room once more.
Jaime giggled, having no doubt heard the exchange. "And now you've got a starving brother in the house to care for."
"Dad left me on babysitting duty for a few days. I'm gonna go out later and get us some tacos or something."
"All he eats is junk and fast food. I'm sure he'd prefer a home cooked meal." Jaime suggested, as she put away boxes in the basement.
"Oh please, Jaden knows I can't even boil a pot of water. So if he wants anything edible then Taco Bell it is. He can get it poppin with those taco shells and call it a day."
"You're a horrible big sister."
"The best where I'm concerned." Sara retorted as she walked into the bathroom, and turned on the light to start her morning routine.
"Have you talked to Eden?" Jaime inquired.
Wetting her toothbrush and squeezing the toothpaste on, Sara placed it back under the water. "Yeah probably like a few days ago. Why?"
"She's not responding in the group chat or answering any of my calls."
"She's probably working an extra shift or sleeping. You know time is different over there. I wouldn't worry too much about it." Sara shrugged.
Sighing, Jaime readjusted the phone on her ear, speaking more quietly as if someone was around to hear their conversation although her mother had been gone for the better part of the morning. "I'm not. It's just that, she hasn't been acting strange to you?"
"Strange in what way?" Sara spoke, mouth full of foaming toothpaste.
"Like not herself strange. Remember the day we went to her house before we left...she acted nervous."
"We did just pop up at her house outta nowhere. She probably was in the shower beforehand. That would startle anyone. Especially me, as sexy as I am, I wouldn't want anyone to see me in my birthday suit unexpectedly." Sara explained, before spitting out the paste in the sink and letting the water wash it away.
"Sara, I'm serious. Something's not right."
"Okay, what do you suppose we do about it?"
Eden only wished that she had something to distract her and pass the time. Other than raiding the apartment-like hotel suite and watching television on the big screen there wasn't much she could do. There wasn't a chance in hell she would wait around for Itachi to finish like a lovesick puppy. Her Nintendo switch would provide nice entertainment. Itachi was on some sort of a business call in one of the closed rooms that turned out to be an elaborate office. Sneaking out of the penthouse suite doors,
Eden exited the elevator with a sigh, reaching the hotel entrance hall. As Eden walked, or more accurately wobbled, around she couldn't help but take notice of the hotel's guests. The energetic buzz throughout the hotel couldn't be missed, since it was overrun with a multitude of rich entourage hoping to enjoy the splendor of the venue they were in. Men were clad in designer suits while women were enveloped in expensive, flashy dresses. Eden had almost forgotten about the exclusivity of the hotel and the type guests it solely catered to. If one didn't have deep enough pockets then it was unrealistic that one could step one foot into the establishment.
Several of the guests were sitting at the bar sipping at a multitude of champagnes and whiskey, while others seemed to want to enjoy the afternoon tea and fine dining.
The moment she came into their field of vision, it was impossible to miss how some of them made rude gestures towards her. According to them, Eden was intruding on their social space that they clearly felt she should not be a part of. In fact, many seemed to turn their noses at her as if they'd just smelled the worst possible stench in the world. How uptight. People like them were so hollow and disturbed inside. That was fine, the snobs could be and do what they wanted to. However, if someone said the wrong thing it would take the entire hotel staff to get her foot out of their asses.
Speaking of the staff, they dressed impeccably as moved around completing their given tasks with polite smiles and respectful tones. Couldn't expect any less from Itachi Uchiha's employees.
Without much thought, Eden continued to move past the foyer and its occupants, down a random adjoining hall. Truth be told, the woman knew she wasn't supposed to be wandering this hotel in plain view like this, but when faced with Itachi distracted and boredom winning out, her options were weighed. Seeing as how she stuck out like a sore thumb and practically gaining all the attention everywhere she went, people were prone to stare and gossip about her. And yet, here she is roaming a giant fancy hotel like she was on a sightseeing tour. She'd passed a ballroom, a fitness center, and restaurant all in a span of fifteen minutes. Before long, Eden found herself lost though she refused to admit it, to make matters worse her legs had started to cramp again.
"Dammit, I don't even know how to get back to the elevator." She grumbled.
The scent of fresh herbal oils, ginger, and sweet flower essence touched her nose as she continued wandering down a long hallway. Turning a corner, the interior of a comfortable spa room, furnishings, and white linens came into view.
The staff had been patiently waiting for any visitor to arrive, if the way in which they perked up when she stepped into their line of vision. A middle aged spa attendant approached her, the woman had an air of pleasantness about her, one that Eden felt she could trust. "Spa?" The woman asked, taking a hold of Eden's hand with a bright smile on her face.
"Um...I don't know." Eden stumbled., as she let the woman lead her further into the room.
The air in the space was humid and fresh, possibly for the purpose of soothing senses and enhancing wellness. The other spa attendants were very nice and accommodating towards her. In fact, they were probably the first people who'd treated her decently at this hotel. They didn't immediately turn their noses up at her when she walked in the room. It was refreshing.
One of the other attendants handed her a towel and gestured toward a partitioned area. "Please, change."
Eden briefly considered denying the woman's request, seeing as she wasn't so fond of a stranger touching her naked body, with Itachi Uchiha being the annoying exception to that case. Spa treatments were created to nurture the body and mind in a calming environment. With nowhere else to explore, escaping to a spa seemed to be the ideal option to contend with her screaming, cramping muscles. A massage sounded heavenly. For once, Eden could take comfort in enjoying the amenities, atmosphere, and relaxation.
The decision would not be one she'd regret. The deep tissue massage and custom massage seemed like it was specifically tailor to her personal needs. The spa attendant did an excellent job of realigning the deeper layers of Eden's muscles and tissues. There was a low back tightness that was giving her trouble all day. Eden did her best not to moan as the woman continued pressing, rolling, and kneading on the skin.
Eden could never recall feeling so renewed and relaxed in addition to feeling healed mentally and physically. Though her emotional state still needed some work.
When it was over, Eden concluded that the woman had done a wonderful job and was very good at what she did.
Sitting up on the table, Eden politely explained, "I wished I'd brought my purse, I could've given you a tip. Unfortunately, I came here with another guest."
Having expect to be thrown out of the place, the young woman was surprised when the spa attendant merely bowed.
"You coming back to visit us would be payment enough." She explained.
For the three time today, Eden was shocked by the woman's kindness. It was a kindness she would never forget for a long as she lived and hopefully a kindness she could repay soon.
Content and more than a little tired, Eden turned to the suite, finding the door unlocked and Itachi lounging on a sofa near the television. Too exhausted to maintain a conversation with the man, Eden immediately strolled towards the bedroom to Itachi's subtle surprise. Pushing the bedroom door open, the room was now filled with lighted scented candles placed in various places, creating a faint sensual glow and emitting the scent of jasmine and sandalwood. The maids had done a flawless job re-making the bed and reorganizing the room.
His desire was taking precedence over all else the more he stared at the curve of her backside concealed by the dress, becoming more and more aroused at the sight. Honestly speaking, the man had given up on trying to understand his fascination with the soft mounds of her backside. Some of the things he found himself wanting to do to her were, at the most, absolutely filthy.
The moment she entered the room it was obvious that she intended to rest and do nothing more. However, after having not touched or seen her for the better part of the day, Itachi found himself unable to honor her wishes. Without a word, Itachi stood from his place on the couch and moved to follow her into the bedroom. Once he came through the door, the man observed Eden spiraled out on her stomach on the bed, it looked as though she just collapsed on the bed instead of climbing into it if her legs hanging over the bed were of any indication. Lacking further consideration, he took instant steps towards the bed until he was towering over her.
His sharp, red eyes took in the sight of her smooth brown legs and how they led up to thick thighs; thighs he knew for a fact that were as soft as they looked. Her pilant little body was ripe for the taking. Against her better judgement, his hand reached out to run his fingertips over every glorious inch of skin, mapping it out under his capable palms. Eden currently in a docile, almost sleep-like state, was subtly responding to his touch.
Having made his decision, Itachi, with careful consideration, undid her white sandals and pulled them from her feet, noting the rose pink nail polish on her dainty toes.
The man was well aware that she was likely still feeling the effects of their previous coupling, so he would take precautions to be gentle. He was caressing her body with a tenderness only shown numerous times in private. Eden soon began releasing little noises of elation while he massaged numerous parts of her body.
Itachi's hands soon rose underneath her dress, slowly sliding the fabric up, exposing her panties to the room. He's as hardened as granite as soon as the flesh came into full view.
"What are you doing." The confused question whispered so softly that he almost didn't catch it even with his advanced shinobi hearing.
Running a hand over her head, Itachi bid, "Look at me." By now, his voice was thick with lust but deadly serious.
Eden obeyed his command without any hesitation, her head turning to look him in the eyes with unfocused uncertainty.
"Relax." His statement a hushed whisper.
Her full lips were parted slightly, looking more inviting than usual.
Taking her into his arms, the man shifted her upward, pulling the dress over her head.
Fingers danced against the fabric of her now damp underwear, applying a gentle pressure to keep her against the bed while he showered soft kisses and bites across her collarbone. Itachi's wandering hand then dipped into her panties to find his fingers soaking in hot fluid from her confused body. Foreplay did not seem necessary at this juncture so he wouldn't even bother with the effort. Moreover, he was itching to merge their bodies once more.
Ever so slightly, Eden's back began to arch while she lay completely on her stomach.
Pulling away, Itachi deftly began removing his articles of clothing before his body blanketed itself over her now naked form. Taking a hold of a pillow, he carefully placed it under her hips for support, simultaneously upturning her ass into the air. He retched her head back so she was staring into his crimson gaze, causing her mouth to fall open. Leaning in close, he brushed his lips over hers, while dark alluring eyes observed her flushed face.
With his front pressed against her back, Eden's naked breasts were pressed against the bed. She dug her fingers into the sheets releasing a weak, tortured sob.
Positioning her accordingly, he guided his manhood over her flower, while he massaged her neck with one hand while the other firmly grasped her waist. He bore his weight down into Eden's snug opening, not surprised to find some resistance. Her taut walls were quick to contract around his length, both fighting against the blissful intrusion and welcoming it at the same time. Eden's eyes fluttered shut with a gasp, accurately feeling the familiar heat of Itachi's thick shaft pushing inside of her, right to the hilt with a feverish urgency. She mewled haplessly, oblivious to the way her insides coiled tightly around him.
"Mmmmm...Itachi."
Itachi started a hard, slow pace, burying his face in her curly hair, breathing in its lovely, enticing scent. For Eden - it was difficult to even think about how deep the man was moving in and out of her with such vigor. How she had no choice but to take it. The power behind his strokes sent her face rubbing against bed spread. Most of her moans were muffled by the sheets, since she didn't have the strength to lift her head at this point.
Supple mounds bounced against his pounding hips, creating a loud slapping sound echoing through the room. Tears welled in her eyes at each hard contact, memorizing every vein, every ridge, and every inch of hard dick. Eden thought she might die from the sensation alone. Soon after a hand fisted her hair at the nape and a quiet masculine groan followed.
"AHHH..why are you...doing this to me?" Eden whimpered.
The man's face soon met the delicate crook of her neck as she moaned breathlessly against his ministrations. Her pulse was strong underneath his tongue as he licked a sensitive spot on her neck whilst he rolled his hips with ease as if it was second nature. In fact, it took little to no prompting for him to deepen his thrusts, sending stars Eden's vision in a matter of seconds. He was hammering her pussy straight to nirvana and she was powerless to stop it.
"Ohhhh...ahhhh...please."
A large hand suddenly wrapped itself around the column of her throat, bending her head backwards at an angle while he jounced the woman's slender frame with each forceful push. Eden whimpered weakly, hands blindly searching the bed for something to grip. Luckily, a soft pillow was within reach and squeezing it allowed for some form of grounding. Itachi's handsome visage was over hers gauging every facial reaction before his tongue darted out and slithered over her lips and into her mouth. Their mouths continued to meet in a sequence of smacking kisses, tongues dancing. It was the combination of being so gentle yet incredibly rough that was extremely arousing. Though all of this, she could barely breathe.
"If you faint, don't expect me to stop." The man's velvety baritone asserted, and she answered with a wanton cry.
Once he focused on the sweet spot nestled deep within her walls, Eden felt nothing but agonizing pleasure as he continuously hit that spot, sobbing loudly in rapture. The pleasure itself formed a pit in her stomach full of liquid fire that continuously spread. Screaming loudly when he took to working a point in her walls, resulting in a stripe of saliva rolling down her chin. She could feel her juices soaking the bed beneath them, drenching the pillow and the linen. Immediately, she felt embarrassment and a tinge of pity for the employee that was on laundry duty.
Eden could tell an orgasm was on the precipice when her line of vision started to blur. Her cries of painful ecstasy reaching a new high, unable to control the spasms. She came apart at the seams, walls contracting, bathing his length in creamy juices. The orgasm was so intense that her body was trembling. At the same time, Itachi did not stop or slow his stroke, maintaining the rhyme to his own liking. Eden panted shakily, eyes clenched shut. After several seconds, Itachi pulled himself from her warm depths, shooting ribbons of milky white cum onto her backside.
Eden felt the sticky wetness on her back as she fell in and out of consciousness, floating on a mass of contentment. It was the last thing Eden felt before her eyes fluttered closed.
