17. Elodie
Chapter 17
Elodie
K eaton led me to the bed, his grip firm but not forceful. I found myself surprised by how gentle he was being. For someone who usually radiated intensity and control, his touch now felt almost tender. He guided me down onto the bed; the mattress giving way under my weight.
He kissed me again, his lips soft and warm against mine. As he moved over me, his body covered mine completely, creating a cocoon of heat and pressure that was strangely comforting. I could feel the hardness of his body pressing into my hipbone, so different from the gentleness of his actions. My heart pounded in my chest, nerves battling with the unexpected pleasure coursing through me.
His hands roamed my body, exploring with a mix of curiosity and restraint. Every touch sent shivers up my spine, making it hard to think straight. Despite my nervousness, I couldn't deny how good he was making me feel. Each kiss, each caress seemed designed to draw out a response from me I didn't know I was capable of.
I knew I had to be brave. This was a new experience for me—one that I hadn't anticipated but found myself wanting to embrace fully.
He slowly edged himself down, his breath warm against my skin as he moved lower. I felt a rush of anticipation as his head came close to my pelvis. He paused, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sent a shiver through my entire body.
"Let me see you," he murmured, his voice rough and laden with desire. "Fuck…"
My head snapped up, embarrassment flooding me when I realized where he was staring. His eyes were locked on my mound, and I could see the hunger and awe in them. The unexpected thrill that shot through me was almost dizzying. No one had ever looked at me like that before.
He looked up at me, his eyes dark and serious. "Tell me now, and you better be fucking honest," he growled. "Has anyone touched you before?"
I blinked, confusion mingling with the heat in my cheeks. "Why would you?—"
He cut me off, his tone demanding and leaving no room for hesitation. "Tell me."
I shook my head, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on me. His expression softened for a split second before it turned resolute again.
"I'm going to make you feel good, babes," he said, his voice softer but still firm. "You trust me?"
I wasn't sure if I trusted him—or myself in this situation—but I said nothing, letting the silence speak for itself. Keaton didn't wait for an answer; he lowered his head further, his breath teasing my sensitive skin.
The room seemed to shrink around us, every sensation amplified as he touched me in ways I had never imagined. His movements were confident yet careful, and despite my initial trepidation, I found myself responding to his touch with a growing sense of desire.
For a moment, all the worries and doubts that usually plagued my mind melted away. In their place was an unexpected sense of connection and vulnerability that made this moment feel both terrifying and exhilarating.
Keaton's eyes met mine again briefly before he continued, the look in them promising that this was just the beginning of something I couldn't yet fully comprehend.
His touch sent a jolt of electricity through me as his finger pressed against my clit. I gasped, my body reacting instinctively to the sudden sensation.
“So fucking responsive,” he murmured, his voice filled hunger.
He moved his finger lower, sliding it slowly inside me. The feeling was overwhelming, a strange sense of fullness that left me breathless.
“So wet for me,” he said, almost to himself. “And so fucking tight. I can't wait to bury my dick inside of you.”
His words sent a shiver through me, adding to the heat pooling in my core. He began moving his finger inside me, slow and deliberate, exploring every inch. Each movement was measured, as if he was savoring every moment. The sensation was intense, each thrust of his finger sending waves of pleasure radiating through my body.
I felt myself clenching around him involuntarily, my body responding to his touch in ways I couldn’t control. His eyes stayed locked on mine, his gaze dark and intent, as if he was studying every reaction.
The slow rhythm he set was maddeningly effective, building a steady crescendo of pleasure that made it hard to think or breathe. His finger curled slightly inside me, hitting a spot that made me arch my back and bite my lip to stifle a moan.
"No," he murmured. "Don't hold yourself back. Be loud, you got it? I want to hear you."
Keaton's other hand moved to my hip, holding me steady as he continued his slow exploration. The contrast between the firm grip on my hip and the gentle movements inside me was intoxicating.
My world had narrowed down to the sensations he was creating and the intensity of his gaze. Every nerve in my body seemed attuned to his touch, each movement drawing out a response I hadn’t known I was capable of.
I could feel myself getting closer to the edge with each passing second, the slow build-up making it all the more intense. Keaton seemed aware of this too; a small smirk played on his lips as he watched me.
Every thrust, every curl of his finger seemed designed to drive me closer to the brink. The pleasure was almost unbearable in its intensity, leaving me teetering on the edge and craving more with each passing moment.
Keaton’s head moved lower, his breath hot against my skin. At first, I had no idea what he was doing until his lips pressed against my mound and his tongue flicked my clit. The sensation was electric, sending a jolt through my entire body. My hips bucked involuntarily, but his strong hands held me steady.
“Fuck, you taste so good,” he murmured against me, the vibration of his voice adding another layer to the pleasure. “So sweet and all mine.”
His tongue worked expertly, swirling and flicking in a rhythm that left me breathless. He alternated between gentle licks and firmer strokes, each movement drawing out new sensations that made my head spin. I couldn’t help but moan, the sound escaping my lips before I could stop it.
“Yeah, that’s it,” he growled, his voice rough with desire. “Let me hear you. Let me know how good I’m making you feel.”
His words sent a shiver down my spine, adding to the heat pooling in my core. He didn’t stop, his tongue continuing its relentless assault on my clit while his fingers slid inside me again, curling just right to hit that perfect spot.
“You’re so fucking tight,” he said between licks, his voice low and intense. “Can’t wait to feel you around my cock.”
The combination of his words and his touch pushed me closer to the edge. My body responded to him in ways I couldn’t control, every nerve ending alight with pleasure. I felt myself teetering on the brink, the tension building to an almost unbearable peak.
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a mix of authority and need. “I want to taste you when you come.”
The intensity of his words and the skill of his tongue sent me over the edge. My body tensed, every muscle contracting as waves of pleasure crashed over me. I cried out, unable to hold back as I climaxed hard against his mouth.
Keaton didn’t stop; he lapped up my release like he couldn’t get enough of it, his tongue moving hungrily against me. The sensation was overwhelming, each flick of his tongue drawing out the pleasure even further until I was left trembling beneath him.
Finally, he lifted his head, his eyes meeting mine with a look of pure satisfaction and hunger still lingering in their depths.
Keaton kissed me, his lips warm and insistent against mine. I expected to feel disgusted, tasting myself on his mouth, but instead, a strange sense of eroticism washed over me. His tongue explored my mouth with a new fervor, and I found myself responding with equal intensity.
When he pulled back, his eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my breath catch. Slowly, he began to strip down, revealing the hard planes of his body. His chest was sculpted, each muscle defined and taut under his smooth skin. The lines of his abs formed a perfect six-pack, leading down to the sharp V at his hips. His body was a work of art, every inch exuding strength and control.
He positioned himself between my thighs, his hands gripping my hips firmly but gently. I could feel the heat of his skin against mine, the weight of him pressing down just enough to remind me how real this moment was.
"There's no way around it," he said softly, his voice low. "It's going to hurt. But I promise, I'll make you feel good."
I bit my lip and nodded, my heart racing in anticipation and nervousness. His gaze softened for a moment as he leaned in to kiss me again.
"That's my girl," he murmured against my lips before pulling back slightly. He looked into my eyes with an expression that was both possessive and affectionate. "That's my wife ."
I felt the tip of him press against me, and nervousness flooded through me. His hands gripped my hips, steadying me as he began to push inside.
He was thick. The initial stretch sent a sharp pain through me, making me gasp and tense up. My fingers instinctively dug into his shoulders, my nails sinking into his skin as I tried to brace myself against the discomfort.
"That's it, babes," he murmured, his voice a rough whisper filled with both encouragement and command. "Stretch out for me. Let me in."
He kissed my neck softly, the warmth of his breath contrasting with the slow, insistent pressure below. Keaton pushed in little by little, each movement drawing both pain and an odd sense of fullness that I couldn't quite describe. My body resisted at first, the unfamiliar sensation overwhelming.
"I'm going to take care of you, babes," he murmured against my ear, his words a promise that resonated deep within me.
His lips trailed down my neck as he continued to inch inside, each gentle kiss offering a small comfort amidst the intensity. I held onto him tightly, my body gradually adjusting to his size as he moved deeper. The pain began to ebb slightly, replaced by a growing sense of connection and pleasure that made my breath hitch.
Keaton's hands roamed over my sides, his touch both reassuring and possessive. The way he handled me—firm yet gentle—made it clear that he was fully in control but still deeply attuned to my reactions. He continued to push in until he was fully sheathed inside me, pausing for a moment to let me adjust.
My grip on his shoulders tightened as I focused on breathing through the lingering discomfort. Keaton's lips found mine again, kissing me deeply as if trying to draw out the tension from my body.
Keaton pulled back slightly to look into my eyes, his gaze filled with a smug satisfaction and something else, something almost tender that made my heart flutter. He began to move slowly within me, each motion deliberate and measured as he guided us both through this new experience.
As our bodies moved together, the pain gradually gave way to a deeper sense of pleasure and intimacy that left me breathless. Keaton's words echoed in my mind: I'm going to take care of you. And for the first time in a long while, I believed it.
"You're so tight, Elodie. Feels so fucking good." Keaton's voice rumbled low and rough as he began to move within me.
His words sent a shiver down my spine, my cheeks flushing with heat. I had never been spoken to like this before, but there was something about the rawness in his tone that made my pulse quicken.
His movements were slow and deliberate, each thrust sending waves of sensation through me. I could feel every inch of him, the friction creating an intensity that left me breathless. The discomfort from earlier was fading, replaced by a building pleasure that I couldn't ignore.
"Look at you," he continued, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my heart race. "Taking me so well. You like this, don't you?"
I bit my lip, embarrassed by how much his words affected me. I nodded slightly, unable to find my voice amidst the whirlwind of sensations coursing through me.
Keaton's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "That's my girl," he murmured. "So fucking perfect for me."
The way he spoke to me—possessive and commanding—should have made me feel uncomfortable, but instead, it ignited something deep within me. I could feel the heat spreading through my body, pooling low in my belly as he continued to move inside me.
His hands roamed over my body, exploring with a mix of tenderness and possessiveness that left me feeling both vulnerable and cherished. Every touch sent sparks of electricity through my skin, adding to the growing intensity of our connection.
"Tell me how it feels," he demanded softly, his voice a rough whisper against my ear.
"It... it feels good," I managed to say between gasps for breath. The admission felt like a release in itself, acknowledging the pleasure that was building within me.
Keaton's thrusts grew more insistent, each movement drawing out a moan from deep within me. "That's right," he growled. "You're mine now."
His words echoed in my mind as the sensations continued to build, the pleasure almost overwhelming in its intensity. The combination of his vile talk and the physical connection we shared left me teetering on the edge of something profound.
With every thrust and every whispered word, I felt myself slipping further into a haze of desire and sensation. The world around us seemed to fade away until all that remained was the heat of our bodies and the intensity of our connection.
"It's taking everything in me not to lose control and rut inside of you like a goddamn animal." Keaton’s voice was rough and rumbled through the haze of my pleasure.
I closed my eyes, the raw vigor of his words making my breath hitch. A word formed on my lips, almost without my permission. "Please," I whispered, the plea escaping before I could stop it.
"Look at me," he commanded.
My eyes snapped open, meeting his fierce gaze. The blue of his eyes was darkened with desire, an intensity that sent a shiver down my spine.
"I want to watch you shatter all over my cock," he said, his voice a growl that reverberated through me.
More pleasure built inside me, each thrust sending waves of sensation through my body. The pressure was almost unbearable, a coiled spring ready to snap.
Keaton’s hand moved between us, his fingers brushing against my clit with a touch that made me gasp. The added sensation was electric, pushing me closer to the edge.
"Come," he told me, his voice leaving no room for hesitation. "Be a good wife and obey your husband."
His words were the final push I needed. My body tensed, every muscle tightening as the wave of pleasure crashed over me. I shattered beneath him, my cries filling the room as I came hard around him.
My body convulsed, the waves of my orgasm washing over me, leaving me breathless and trembling. Keaton's eyes never left mine, a dark hunger mingled with something softer as he watched me come undone beneath him.
"That's it, Elodie," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent another shiver down my spine. "You're so beautiful when you come."
His words wrapped around me like a warm blanket, making my heart race even faster. Keaton's pace quickened, each thrust more urgent and desperate than the last. I could feel him growing more erratic, his grip on my hips tightening as he chased his own release.
"Fuck," he groaned, his breath hot against my ear. "You're perfect."
The intensity of his movements built, each powerful thrust driving me closer to the edge once more. His hands roamed over my body, touching and caressing in a way that made every nerve ending come alive.
Keaton's breath grew ragged, and I could feel the tension in his body as he neared his climax. With a final deep thrust, he buried himself inside me and stilled. His body shuddered, and I felt the warmth of his release filling me.
He collapsed onto me gently, careful not to crush me under his weight. Our breaths mingled as we lay there, tangled together in the aftermath of our shared passion. I could still feel the aftershocks of pleasure coursing through my body, a lingering reminder of the intensity we'd just experienced.
"Thank you," I whispered back to him, unsure if he even heard me over the pounding of our hearts.
Keaton lifted his head slightly to look at me again, his eyes softening with an emotion I couldn't quite name. He brushed a strand of hair away from my face and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead.
"Such a good girl," he said quietly. "And you're mine."
His possessive words filled me with an unexpected sense of belonging. In that moment, lying in Keaton's arms, I felt like I had finally found something—or someone—that was mine, too.