Eden was too distracted to really protest him sitting up or protest being pulled so close to him. It made the movement of her hips more difficult but she didn't mind so much, taking that moment for deeper rolls of her hips instead of focusing on the fully lifting thrusts.
She bit her bottom lip hard, half muffling the sharp cry that tried to escape when his attention went to that sensitive nub of flesh. Really, they were painfully tight but she wasn't complaining about it. He seemed to just know exactly what she wanted, capable of reading her mind almost and that was just fine with her. It made things simpler.
All of it was building up that sense of needing to burst once more. Just a little bit more and she didn't think she'd be able to hold back anymore but she was determine to make him come first this time. It was sort of like a personal tally. At least it was a pleasant war. She removed her hand from her breast, settling on his chest and purposely running her fingers down the marks she's already left on him, pressing in firmly to renew their sharpness.