Running From Eden

by T. Cobbin

  Just hearing the pounding of their feet along the path was different from running on the treadmills daily. She had never felt this free. She never wanted this to end, but the fear that Eden wouldn’t stop looking for her was always there.

  “Charlie, what if they do find us?” she asked, panting,

  “There’s only one way on and off this island. There’s a sensor that makes a bell ring in the house if anyone docks, then it’s a fifteen minute walk to the house. If the bell goes off you can scan, and if it’s trouble we can get out of the house and hide ’til it’s safe to get to the boat. If we need help, I can always go to my father. He’s a good man with a great heart, and my mother would adore you.”

  “Did you tell them about me, about us?”

  “Physically, I wasn’t able to tell anyone about what went on in Eden. It was hard not being able to talk to them about you. I really wanted to tell them the whole story. After we fell in love and we planned the escape I was worried, because if it did go tits-up and I never got to see them again, I wanted them to know the truth. So I wrote a long letter about us and Eden. I told them I fell in love with a wonderful woman and I would do whatever it took to keep her safe.” He placed a kiss on her nose.

  “Do you think they believed you about Eden? It would be a lot for someone to take in.”

  “I have no doubt. I left them exact instructions for how to get to Eden. My father has some good friends in high places who could find the truth needed for people to believe us. If something happens, it will be safe to run to them. And if Eden wants to play dirty, we can do the same. Someone out there has to help put this right.”

  “You took a big risk rescuing me, Charlie. What if something happens and you never get to see your parents again?”

  Turning toward her, he took hold of her shoulders. “Not only are you worth it, but my parents know I love them. If by chance anything did happen to me, they will never stop until they find the truth. This I know.”

  Leaning into him, she kissed his jaw.

  “The press will have a field day if this ever gets released. I imagine the big wigs behind Eden will do whatever is necessary to keep the place a secret. Even go to the lengths of killing us—you know that, right?”

  “I know,” she said, curling into him.

  “I’ll do all I can to keep you safe.”

  She looked up into his eyes, nodding. “I know that too.”

  Chapter 8

  Opening the front door, Eve ran up the stairs and headed straight to the shower. She stripped as she went, dropping the clothes on the floor haphazardly. It was only when she climbed in under the warm stream and turned that she realized Charlie was right behind her. He stood just outside the shower with only his boxers on.

  “Say yes!”

  With a smile she reached out her hand toward him, knowing he had felt her inside his head. Her heart began thumping to a pounding beat. He took her hand and climbed into the shower.

  “I’m not sure what to do.” Her confidence left her with the water going down the drain.

  “First, we take this sponge and put soap on it, then we rub it all over your body,” he said, smiling and doing just that. He started at her neck, moving the sponge up and down her skin, lingering on her breasts.

  Lowering to his knees, he soaped the sponge again and moved down her stomach to her legs. He missed the places she really wanted him to touch. Her pussy was wet and needed something desperately. She quivered from head to toe as he made his way back up her body.

  He finally reached between her legs, running the sponge between her thighs. She closed her eyes, relishing in the feeling of the sponge running over her nether lips. Never before had anything felt so good. She watched, panting, as he washed the soap from the sponge and gently slid it across her pussy again.

  He leaned forward and kissed her lower stomach. His hands grasped her ankles and moved up over her skin, skimming their way around her to grasp hold of her butt and pull her moist center toward his mouth. With his eyes looking straight into hers, he slipped his tongue through her lips and licked her tiny, stiff nub.

  “Shit,” she gasped as he sucked on her clit. Automatically, she pushed her hips further toward his mouth. Laying her head on the pillow, she closed her eyes and rode the wave as ecstasy filled her. She couldn’t help slipping into his mind.

  “Oh God, the taste, yes! Play with your nipples. Kneed them with your fingers. Let me see you squeeze them.”

  She opened her eyes. She tentatively raised her hands, and after a moment’s hesitation she placed them on her breasts. Rolling her fingers around the nipples, she felt them pucker and grow hard. Sparks ran from them straight through to the clit that Charlie was sucking on. She tried to move her hips but his hands clenched at her arse, keeping her still. Pressure built inside of her, and she felt so close to falling off something. She gasped, moaning out loud. Her nerves felt on fire, and her skin crawled with the delicious feeling.

  “Look at your freckles, baby. Oh my God.”

  Lifting her head, she looked over her skin. The tiny freckles were alight, burning brightly against her pale skin. Her legs buckled when Charlie thrust two fingers deep inside her. This didn’t feel like any test the Coats had performed down there; this was unbelievably out of this world. She gasped loudly as stars danced in front of her eyes. Her pussy pulsed and clamped down on Charlie’s fingers, her body stiffened, and her toes curled. Her hands reached out for the walls beside her, and she pushed against them. This was what it felt like?

  “Do it again!” she begged.

  Charlie withdrew his fingers and thrust them back, curling around to reach a point inside of her she never knew was there. It threw her into another orgasm, and all she could do was scream out his name in bliss.

  “Charlie!”

  With her legs no longer able to hold her up, her body slithered down and was pulled on top of Charlie’s lap. His fingers still thrust in and out of her pussy, slowing down as her body began to relax.

  “Oh my,” she panted out.

  Charlie’s mouth clamped down over hers, kissing her, his tongue gliding over hers.

  “Move your tongue against mine. Feel us together, baby.”

  This mind stuff comes in handy when your mouth is full, she thought. She did as he suggested and entwined her tongue with his, savoring his taste. He finally pulled his fingers from between her legs. The water carried on streaming over them for a while. When Charlie stood them both up Eve admired his body and giggled at his wet, tented boxers.

  “Aren’t you supposed to take your clothes off in the shower?”

  “I didn’t want to scare you.”

  “Your cock is that huge, or that small?” She chuckled.

  “I’ll show you small, you little minx.” He picked her up, turned off the water, and carried her to the king-size bed.

  “Towels,” she screeched.

  “Fuck them, we can change the sheets after!”

  She found herself drifting in the air for a few seconds before she landed on the mattress, the sheets billowing around her. She watched and heard as the wet boxers dropped off his handsome, sexy body and plopped onto the carpeted floor. His erection stood proud and twitched against his stomach. Nope, he wasn’t small in the slightest. She had nothing to compare him to apart from one or two pictures she had seen in a biology book, but she thought he looked huge. Was that going to fit inside of her?

  “It will fit!”

  “Are you reading my mind again?” She winked.

  Charlie lowered himself over her body. She ran her hands over his broad chest, lowering to feel his six-pack, then lower still to grab hold of his stiff cock. It felt like velvet wrapped around stone.

  “Pump it up and down gently,” he told her.

  Doing as she was told, she felt the skin move with her hand. Lowering it and then bringing it back up, she pumped his cock. Small beads of pre-cum appeared at the top and he let out a groan.

  “Oh yes. Oh God, yes.” His hips mo
ved against her fingers, helping to pump his cock. “Move one of your hands down and cup my balls.”

  The hair on his balls tickled her palm as she molded her hand over the silky bag, feeling the heavy weight. He let out a deep, low moan, then suddenly clasped his hand over hers.

  “You gotta stop, baby, or I’m going to blow. I want to be deep inside of you before I do,” he said huskily.

  Removing her hands, he pushed her down on the mattress. Lying on her back, she looked up at him. Her body was tingling. She had dreamed of this since getting to know the man above her, and she was finally able to experience it.

  “The first time for human girls can hurt, but I know you don’t have a hymen so we might be okay,” he said, putting a hand between them and placing his rigid cock at her entrance.

  She closed her eyes and waited.

  “Tell me to stop if it hurts, okay?” he asked. “Look at me, baby. Let me see your amber eyes. I want to see you as I enter you.”

  She opened her eyes as he asked but nearly closed them again when she felt the head of his cock enter her. He slid slowly up inside of her channel, and she could feel her nerves tingle. Her walls stretched, and she swore she could feel the veins in his cock as he pushed further in. He moaned.

  “Oh God, yes. So fucking tight. Careful, man, you don’t want to look like a teenager. So ready to blow.”

  “I can feel you in my head. No fair,” he grumbled, coming to a stop. “I can’t hear what you’re thinking.”

  “I need to know! I want to know what it feels like for you.”

  “Tell me how you feel.”

  “You’re so big. I can feel my walls stretching to fit you inside. I want more, but I don’t know what I’m waiting for.” She gasped as she suddenly found something.

  Charlie thrust in hard and fast until he reached the top of her pussy.

  “Oh yes! Again, Charlie. Please, make me feel it again!” she begged.

  “Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked between gritted teeth.

  “Yes, move!”

  She was dismayed when he pulled back, but then he pounded deep inside of her again. She could feel her pussy flutter against his organ. He began thrusting over and over. She licked at his skin, tasting a slight saltiness. She wrapped her legs tightly around his hips, pushing against his butt to get him to go harder, or deeper, she wasn’t sure which one. His lips came down on her neck, biting and sucking at her skin, which only heightened what she was feeling. Sounds of panting and their thighs hitting each other’s filled the room.

  “Yes. Again, Charlie. I feel it, I’m going to come again.”

  Charlie picked up his pace, pummeling his hard shaft inside of her channel. The pressure built deep inside her again. Charlie pushed one hand between them and circled her clit, with a pinch and a thrust she saw stars again. Her fingers dug into Charlie’s back, and her legs pulled him in tighter.

  She heard him gasp, but he didn’t stop. He hammered into her a couple more times, then with a loud groan his body stiffened and he held still. She could feel his hot seed rush up inside her. Little flutters began in her stomach and carried on as Charlie rested the bottom half of his body close to her. She lay feeling her heartbeat slow as she came down from her orgasm.

  Charlie lifted up and gasped. “Okay, now that’s kinda spooky,” he said, chuckling.

  She looked down to where he was staring and saw her lower stomach quiver. She could still feel the fluttering inside of her that was causing it. “Is there something wrong?”

  “That doesn’t normally happen in human women, but if I’m honest, it feels good. I can feel it at the end of my dick too, like a licking sensation.”

  Worried, she searched his mind.

  “It’s making me hard again. Fucking hell, this woman is special. No one else is going to feel her but me. You’re mine!”

  Chapter 9

  They spent the rest of the day in bed making love and learning each other’s bodies over and over again. By the time night began to fall Eve was getting hungry.

  “Food,” she muttered, feeling rather sticky after another bout of sex.

  “Mmm.” Charlie was lying on top of her, his head resting on her breasts. He was periodically sticking his tongue out and licking her nipple then gently blowing over it, making it pucker. She pushed him and he rolled over and landed on the floor.

  “Oh shit, I forgot my strength.” She laughed, sticking her head over the edge of the mattress, seeing him lying there in a crumpled heap.

  His hands quickly caught her and pulled her on top of him.

  “Hey, no fair.” She giggled even more.

  “Everything’s fair in love and war.” Standing, he picked her up and threw her over his shoulder. He ran for the bathroom, his hand flapping over his mouth, making Indian noises.

  She stopped giggling when she found herself under a cold shower. “Butthead,” she shouted at his fleeing, laughing figure.

  * * * *

  A lovely smell wafted over her as she left the bathroom. What was Charlie cooking? Running down the stairs with just a towel wrapped around her, she came across her man in the kitchen cooking some kind of meat in a frying pan.

  “Oh, wow. What is that?” she asked with her nose mere inches from the pan. Her mouth watered just from the aroma.

  Charlie came up close behind her, wrapping his arms around her. “It’s bacon, and I do like what you have chosen to wear.” One of his hands slipped inside the towel and began playing with her nipple.

  “Food please. Hungry. My stomach is actually rumbling.” She pushed her butt back into his groin, feeling his hard cock.

  “Oh, baby, you spoil all my fun. Now go sit.”

  She walked over to the table and took a seat. When Charlie had finish cooking he carried two plates to the table and sat next to her. Her plate was filled with items she had only seen in books. It smelled much better than the stuff she had been constantly served in Eden.

  Using her fingers, she picked up a piece of bacon from her plate and took a bite. “Oh my God, this is just divine.” She moaned as she took another bite. “We were never given stuff like this at...Eden,” she finished slowly, not wanting to remember. Tears welled in her eyes. The things she had experienced in just one day... The Coats had taken so much from her, but then, if they hadn’t created her, she wouldn’t be here. She felt torn.

  “Hey, sweetheart, new life, remember?”

  She looked up into his eyes, seeing the same emotions she was feeling.

  “They took so much, and yet they gave me life. I don’t know if I feel anger or admiration that they could create someone like me.”

  “They couldn’t create your personality. I heard stories of several females in that place who had lost their minds. They were merely empty shells. You survived!” Charlie held up his cup as if to toast her.

  “To new beginnings.” Picking up her cup, she nudged his.

  “Cheers,” they said together.

  Taking a drink, she immediately sprayed what was in her mouth over the table.

  “Well, I know I needed a shower, but that wasn’t what I was expecting.” Charlie chuckled.

  “What the hell is this? I want to scrape my taste buds and forget I ever put it in my mouth,” she grumbled.

  “It’s coffee.”

  “Eww,” she said, disgusted.

  “Okay then, something to remember. If I serve you coffee again, I can expect a shower.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh. She laughed so hard tears came from her eyes and her stomach hurt. “Oh God, I’m dying,” she said, holding her stomach.

  “There’s only one cure for that,” Charlie said with a smirk on his face.

  “Oh, help!” She couldn’t stop, it felt good to laugh so hard, and yet it hurt so bad too.

  Charlie crushed his lips over hers then explored her mouth with his tongue. He was right, there was a cure. Another round of sex!

  * * * *

  The days crept past, and they discovered tha
t being in a routine of sorts helped her cope with being free. In the mornings they would take a run around the island. Even when the rain poured she found it exhilarating. She found even the simplest of things like getting muddy quite exciting to clean up after with Charlie’s help.

  Charlie began teaching her to cook. She disliked that after burning herself several times, and she wasn’t very good at it. Charlie agreed after she made a trifle and added salt instead of sugar. But reading his mind she found he also liked it, because being able to kiss her boo-boos could lead to other things. The afternoons were taken up with a variety of things—reading, painting, sex, sex, and more sex. With those bouts of lovemaking they discovered another bonus to her telekinesis abilities.

  One morning she had been thinking about waking Charlie up by stroking his cock until it came to life. She hadn’t realized she’d been actually doing it until he woke, calling out her name. She lay still, pretending to be asleep, and carried on stroking him to completion.

  “That was a nice way to wake up, but it wasn’t as good as having your mouth around my cock, or even being inside of you,” he said. He kissed her up and down, making her frustrated, until finally he had what he wanted—her ready and waiting for him. He moved so his cock was aligned with her center and thrust deep. They moved together in an action as old as time. Both of them coming together in a ball of ecstasy.

  “I’ve created a monster,” Charlie muttered, his head resting on her breasts again.

  “Oh?”

  “Did you know you have instigated sex more than I have over the last few days?”

  Thinking back, she was surprised to realize she had. “Is that a bad thing?”

  “Not in my book.” He chuckled.