Free Escaping Eden by Yolanda Olson

his jeans. I reached in and began to stroke him. Simon closed his eyes and sighed, leaning his head back against the wall.
    “That’s amazing,” he whispered.
    I got to my knees and he opened his eyes and looked down at me. I reached up and pulled his pants carefully off of him then went back for his underwear, removing those quickly. Now that I saw the size of it and knowing he was a bit bigger than Finley, who was just a touch above average, I knew I was going to be in for quite a challenge.
    I leaned up and flicked my tongue gently against his clean shaven sack and took one of his large balls into my mouth, sucking gently as I continued to stroke him.
    “Fucking amazing,” he corrected as his breathing was starting to become labored.
    He leaned a hand down and gripped my hair gently as I moved my head up and took him into my mouth. I almost choked on the first go from his girth, so I slowed down a bit and just moved my head up and down, taking in as much as I could.
    Simon’s moaning intensified as he leaned against the wall, and I stayed on my knees moving my head up and down, swirling my tongue all around his hard cock. I pulled it out of my mouth for a moment and spit on it, stroking him quickly.
    “Eden ... Fuck. Slow down,” he whispered.
    “What’s the matter? Is the Four Hour Aussie ready to blow already?” I teased.
    “Hell yes I am,” he answered with a chuckle.
    “Good,” I said, taking him back into my mouth and giving him everything I had. I sucked harder and faster, my hands following my mouth up and down the length of his hard desire.
    “Don’t be greedy, Simon,” I begged, before I put him back in my mouth.
    “Oh God ...” he breathed.
    His body was starting to shake and I reached up and started massaging his tightened balls. I knew he was going to blow soon and I was going to pride myself on making Marathon Man blow so quickly.
    “Eden ...” he said breathlessly.
    I pulled back and began to stroke him quickly, spitting on his cock one more time. A few moments later, his thick, sticky liquid was shooting out of him and running down my hand. When I was sure that he was done, I sat back on my legs and looked up at him.
    “Better?” I asked with a smile.
    “Much,” he said, laughing.
    “Good. You finish packing, I’m going to go wash my hands,” I said, getting up and walking out of the bedroom.
    I went into the bathroom and scrubbed my hands clean, then fished around under the sink for some mouthwash. After I swished it a few times and spit it out, I smiled into the mirror. Then I walked back into the bedroom where Simon was back to packing, fully cloth.
    Still hard.
    “Are you kidding me?” I asked him.
    “No. Just ignore it and it’ll go away,” he replied with a laugh.
    I laid down on the bed, feeling lazy and watched him pack for the next half an hour.
    “I think we’re good now,” he said, finally as he zipped my last bag. “Ready to go?”
    “Yeah.”
    I went over to the bedroom wall and pulled one of my phone chargers out of it and threw it into my purse. I looked around my little apartment one last time and smiled.
    It took half an hour to get to Simon’s two story rented house. It was beautiful. There was a lush garden in the front and a wrought iron fence around the property. The inside looked a bit like a museum. Pieces of art where hung sparingly on the walls and there was a mantle that held small statues and artifacts.
    “That’s from Australia,” he said, when he saw me looking at a wooden spear. “It’s a woomera.”
    “It’s pretty,” I remarked.
    “Yeah, it reminds me of home. I found it at a second hand shop here. I was kind of surprised and I got it for a good price,” he said, scratching his chin.
    I smiled a the piece.
    “Anyway, to protect our virtues, I think you should sleep in the guest bedroom. Come on, I’ll show you where it is,” he said, motioning for me to follow him.
    “Any virtue I had to protect went flying out the door when