19. Elliot
ELLIOT
Needing more, I spin her in my arms and press the front of her body against mine. Her soft curves line up perfectly with the hard planes of my body.
Our kiss goes on and on. It’s everything I need yet nowhere near enough all at the same time.
With my hands on her arse, I take a step back towards the door without severing our connection.
After untucking my shirt, her hands slide up my back, the heat of her palms searing through my skin, the sparks from her innocent touch shooting straight to my already painfully hard dick.
She quietly whimpers with need, and it does things to me.
“Fuck, Red. Do you know how many times I’ve imagined having you to myself like this,” I confess against her lips.
Her eyes flicker open and the dark green stares up at me with so much desire, so much emotion it makes a lump crawl up my throat.
I’ve never felt this before.
Sure, I’ve been with countless girls. But they never meant anything.
They were nameless, faceless bodies that I used as a coping mechanism in the hope of forgetting my pain, of banishing my ghosts.
It worked momentarily, but everything came rushing back all too quickly once we were done.
None of them offered me the relief that Abi does.
Just being with her brings a light to my life I used to crave. But doing more, getting close to her, being intimate, it’s like nothing I’ve ever experienced before.
With my eyes locked on hers and my heart trying to beat out of my chest, I walk backward, blindly navigating our way towards the bedroom.
I want this to be everything she’s ever dreamed of, but while I’ve tried my best to make it romantic and memorable, I know my efforts will never be worthy of a girl like Abigail Bancroft.
She’s an angel and deserves the world.
And I’m…
I lock that thought down as I reach out and shove the door closed, locking us inside the bedroom and shutting the rest of the world out.
My insecurities and fears don’t belong here.
It’s us.
Only us.
Just the way it should be.
There’s soft romantic music playing through the hidden speakers, and the air glows with the flickering of all the candles I placed around the room.
But despite how pretty I think it all is, she doesn’t once look at anything but me.
“Is it okay?” I ask, unable to keep my mouth shut.
“Elliot,” she whispers, sliding her palms up my chest before cupping my jaw.
“It’s perfect. You are perfect.”
My breath catches at the sincerity in my voice. No one has ever told me that before.
“You didn’t need to do all this. Just being with you is enough. We could be in a tent for all I care.”
I baulk. “I’m not going camping, Red.”
She smirks. “Bet you would if I asked.”
My lips twitch up into a smile as I press my forehead against hers.“I’m pretty sure there isn’t anything I wouldn’t do if you asked it of me,” I confess.
Her smile grows. “That’s good to know. But right now, all I want is you.”
“Are you sure?”
She stares up at me with wide eyes full of innocence and hope.“Yeah, Elliot. I want this. I want you.” Stretching on her toes, her lips brush against the shell of my ear. “I want you to be my first.”
“Fuck,” I breathe, suddenly feeling the pressure like never before.
“Just remember,” she whispers. “I’ve no idea what I’m doing.”
With each word she speaks, she undoes a button of my shirt before pushing the fabric from my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor at my feet.
I swallow thickly, my dick pressing painfully against the fabric of my trousers, desperate to be unleashed.
Fuck. I’m going to blow the second I’m inside her, I know I am.
“Are you—” She cuts herself off in favour of leaning forward and pressing a kiss to the side of my throat. There’s no way she doesn’t feel just how fast my pulse is racing.
She presses one kiss there before moving lower to my collarbone.“You’re nervous,” she finally says, deciding against forming it as a question now she’s felt the answer.
“Of course I am. It’s you, Red.”
She sucks in a sharp breath before releasing a giggle.“How do you think I feel? I’m with the Elliot Eaton.”
“No,” I say a little more harshly than I intended. She startles and I mentally kick myself for not being what she needs right now. “Red,” I say, cupping her jaw with my hand and grazing her scar with my thumb. “You’re not with the Elliot Eaton. He’s a wanker. You’re with me. Your Elliot.”
Her throat ripples against my palm before she leans into my touch.
“You’re right.” I freeze, unsure of what she’s about to say. “That Elliot can be a wanker.”
Amusement bubbles up inside me until it spills from my lips. Her laugh follows.
“Fuck, Red. I love you.”
I swear to God, the second those words fall from my lips, all the air is sucked from the room.
“Elliot,” she whispers, her eyes filling with tears.
“Shit, no. Don’t cry. Please. Fuck… I’m trying really hard not to fuck this up, Red. You’re gonna have to help me out he?—”
Her hands find my face again and she crashes her lips against mine, effectively shutting me up.
Without second-guessing what I just confessed, I lose myself in her kiss.My fingers sink into the soft hair at the nape of her neck and I position her exactly as I want her.
Feeling impatient, her hands slide down my stomach, making my muscles jump before she begins tugging at my belt and then the button of my trousers.
The second she’s released it, she tucks her hands under the fabric and pushes them down my legs.Her trembling hands give away how she’s really feeling, but fuck if I don’t love this side of her. The confidence to take what she really wants.
She reaches for me and I’m powerless but to break our kiss. Even through the fabric of my boxers, it’s almost too much. The anticipation is fucking killing me.
“I’m not going to last,” I confess like a pussy.
She smiles at me before pressing a kiss to the centre of my chest and then working her way down my stomach. When she gets to my navel, she drops to her knees before me.
“Abi,” I whisper. “Fuck.”
Tucking her fingers under the waistband, she drags my boxers down my legs, letting my cock spring free.
“Jesus,” I mutter as she licks her lips in preparation for what I hope is coming. “This is meant to be about you.”
“It’s about us,” she says, gazing up at me. “Let me be what you need. We’ve got plenty of time.”
My mouth runs dry the second she leans forward, but she doesn’t do what I’m expecting and my dick jerks in protest, but then her lips press against my thigh, only an inch away from my hidden scarred skin.
“Red,” I whisper.
With our eyes locked, her tongue sneaks out and drags up my inner thighs.
It’s intimate, even more so than the blow job I’m still hopeful of, and it makes my chest ache in the most incredible way.
I’ve shown her my darkness, the worst parts of me and she’s embracing them.
It’s more than I ever expected to experience.
Those three little words that I said before dance on the tip of my tongue again, but they don’t get a chance to fall free because she pulls back and wraps her lips around me.
“Holy fuck, Red,” I bellow as my hips involuntarily punch forward.
But she’s ready for it and she relaxes her throat, taking as much of me as she can.
Wrapping one hand around the base of my shaft, the other locks on my hip for leverage, she begins bobbing up and down on me like she’s been doing it all her life.
Fuck. I really hope she continues doing it for the rest of her life.
Proving my previous words right, it only takes an embarrassing few minutes before my balls are drawing up and I’m riding the fine edge of release.
She groans, the hand on my hips shifting to cup my balls and I fall, my cock jerking violently as I fill her mouth.
She takes it all, swallowing down my seed before cleaning me up and sitting back.
“You’re perfect, Red. So fucking perfect.”
I have her on her feet in a heartbeat and spin her around so that I can pull the zip of her dress down.The second it’s undone, I push the fabric from her shoulders, revealing the sexy lingerie set she’s wearing beneath.
It’s like nothing I’ve seen her wear before and I immediately know that she bought it, especially for me.
It’s black, lacy, and so fucking sexy I would have probably come on the spot if she hadn’t already sucked me dry.
“You look…” I start, spinning her around before me. “Fuck.” The lace is so sheer, I can see her rosy pink nipples and just a hint of what’s hiding between her thighs.
She twists her fingers in front of her nervously. It’s a million miles from the confident woman who just ripped my boxers from my body to get to my dick.
“You’re beautiful, Abigail. Every inch of your body is perfect,” I say, reaching out and tracing one of the scars across her stomach. “I’m obsessed with you.”
Her eyes lift to find me, and the second we connect, all bets are off.
Reaching forward, I grab the back of her thighs and throw her back on the bed.She’s still bouncing when I crawl onto the end, spread her thighs and fall on top of her, catching myself on my palms planted on either side of her head.
“Elliot,” she gasps before I claim her lips.
I kiss her until she’s breathless and writhing against me.
Resting on one elbow, my other hand roams over her curves. Gently squeezing her breasts and pinching her nipples through the lace before grazing over her stomach and then over her pussy.
“So wet for me,” I mumble into our kiss when I find the lace soaked with her arousal.
“Please,” she whimpers, lifting her hips from the bed in invitation.
“I guess I do have a favour to return.”
Pushing up, I slide one hand behind her back and almost effortlessly undo her bra before tugging it free from her body, exposing her incredible tits for me.
Leaning forward, I suck one into my mouth and then the other before kissing a trail down her stomach, tracing the lines of her scars with my tongue, worshipping them and the strength they show before curling my fingers around her knickers and dragging them down her thighs.
“Mine,” I muse, reaching out and trailing a single finger through her folds. “All fucking mine.”
Then I drop to my front and suck her clit into my mouth, eliciting a scream from my girl before I soothe at the sting with my tongue.
I work her hard and fast, building her higher and higher, but before she falls, I pull away and sit up.
She writhes on the bed, her eyes closed, her lips parted and her skin flushed with desire.
It’s so fucking hot I can barely stand it.
Sliding my hand beneath the pillow, I find the stash of condoms I hide under here earlier and pull one free.
When I sit back, I find that she’s watching me with wide, terrified eyes.
“Trust me, Red. I won’t hurt you, I fucking promise.”
She smirks, silently letting me know that she’d probably be okay with it if I did.
My girl gets off on a little pain just as much as I do, after all.