Chapter 31 #2
“I’m clean,” he whispers, unblinking, crawling up the bed toward me until his face is hovering above mine. “Are you okay with not using a condom?”
I relax and smile up at him, knowing he trusts me and wants to do this with me.
“I’ve never not used a condom before.” I reach between us and wrap my hand around his cock, touching him for the first time, his length smooth and wet from our combined juices.
The noises he makes as I stroke him back and forth are enough to make me come again without him touching me, because I love seeing him like this. Unhinged, all the worry that keeps him on edge long gone.
I guide his cock toward my entrance, his breathing uneven as if trying to restrain himself, nostrils flaring.
Eli looks down at me, pushing his cock between my pussy lips, but never inserting himself.
He moves my hand out of the way for him to take over, letting me know he’s the one in control here.
I don’t think I ever have been. He’s consumed every waking minute of mine since I met him.
He teases my clit once more, repeatedly, using the head of his cock.
A long groan of frustration escapes my lungs as my mind struggles to focus, my hands scrunching the comforter into tight balls and squeezing hard enough to cut off the circulation. And still, he keeps doing things and I want him to stop and just fuck me.
As if hearing my sinful thoughts, he finally pushes his cock inside of me, but only by an inch, then pulls out again.
“Elijah.” I call out his name in frustration as he pushes his thick head inside me again, a little more this time, and I’m about to lose my freaking mind and flip him over onto his back if he doesn’t get a move on. I’m panting, sweating, and writhing under him, and about to lose it completely.
Pushing in another inch, he slides inside me much further this time around, then out yet again, then I’m begging him to insert himself completely. “Fill me up, Elijah,” I moan, shamelessly.
He looks down to where our bodies join, and I open myself up for him, laying my feet flat against the mattress to allow him to watch as he pushes himself in and out of my body, inch by pleasurably slow inch.
When I tighten my walls around him, I squeeze firmly, feeling proud of myself and the yoga classes I consistently attend. My pelvic floor muscles are stronger than he’s probably ever experienced.
Flinging his head back, he lets out a deep long roar, and I gaze up at the most gorgeous man I’ve ever been with, admiring every one of his breathtaking, toned muscles and his six-pack, which makes my mouth water.
“Fuck,” he moans huskily. “Your pussy’s so fucking tight.”
“Yoga.” That’s all I say as I grab his firm ass and pull him into me, fully.
In unison, we both cry out in pleasure as we break the boundary of the relationship, knowing there’s no going back.
Not now.
Not ever.
The way his cock stretches me feels heavenly. The snug fit is tight and feels perfect: the perfect fit.
Eli holds himself deep inside my body and I pull him down to me, needing to feel his lips on mine.
“Now fuck me, Eli.” I wrap my legs around his waist and enjoy how he feels on top of me: the weight, the pressure, his firm muscles.
He cups my ass and presses his fingertips deeper into my skin, and I inhale a quick gasp of surprise when he pulls his cock out, then thrusts inside of me with force, his gaze unwavering and enough to punch the air from my lungs.
Widening his knees, he does as I ask, and my needy pussy takes everything he has to offer, anything he’ll give me.
“You feel so good inside of me,” I tell him, his eyes smoldering into mine, burning with desire.
Eli drives into me with his expert hips, fucking me into the mattress, laying his weight on top of me, but he’s not close enough, so I grab his face, pull his mouth to mine, and devour him with heated kisses, digging my heels into his ass, urging him to go faster, deeper.
Our tongues lick and taste each other as we find our rhythm, his pelvis pressing against my clit as we move together in perfect sync, every one of my senses heightened and begging for him to make me come again.
Moving together like this, with him, in our own little bubble, has me wishing that we could do this forever. Maybe we could. It’s what I want.
No one has ever fucked me the way he is right now, controlling my body as he undulates his hips in a hypnotic rhythm, fucking me at the pace he already knows I like while kissing me at the same torturous speed, and teasing my orgasm to make an appearance.
“Fuck me faster, Elijah.” I need to come.
He widens his knees to give him more power, and our kiss breaks as he slams into me much harder this time, fucking me up the bed with rough hip thrusts. If I didn’t know any better, it’s like he’s been waiting for me to tell him to pick up the pace.
He whispers in my ear, “Come all over my cock, baby.”
I drag my nails down his back, making him groan, so I do it again, only harder this time, enough to leave scratches, the devil inside of me secretly hoping I do.
He grunts, his thrusts becoming frantic, then he raises my hands above my head and clasps my wrists, keeping them in place against the mattress as he fucks me roughly, my tits bouncing up and down.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” I cry out, losing all sense of myself.
Eli drives his cock into me deeper, making all the corded muscles of his body tighten, and when I clench my inner walls around him again he shouts out, “Fucking, holy shit, fuck. You need to come.” He roars as if in pain, his cock thickening inside of me.
“Come all over my cock, baby, squeeze my cock with your tight cunt and come for me. Now.” He makes his demand, and his dirty words push me over the edge and beyond.
“I’m coming.” My orgasm surges through my body, and I cry out as it crashes over me in ferocious waves.
He punches his hips into mine, his heavy balls slapping off my ass as he moves in sinful ways. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
My body ignites with fire, humming with heat as I shudder and my orgasm takes over my body, my pussy clenching his cock.
When he slides his tongue into my mouth, a deep guttural groan rumbles from him, his chest vibrating against mine as he releases inside me, filling me up completely.
His hips jolt, his cock pulsing, body twitching as he jerks out the last of his hot seed, every muscle taut as he rides out his release, leaving us both trembling and gasping in the aftershocks and warmth of the afterglow.
We cling to each other, slick with heat, as if we’re two halves of the same flame.
Every movement he makes sends shivers radiating through me, tiny tremors that echo between us.
We fit together so naturally, like we were shaped for this closeness, and each subtle shift ignites sparks that leave me breathless.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Eli whispers against my lips, relaxing his grip on my wrists and releasing them.
He nuzzles into my neck, kissing my sensitive skin there, his scruff bristling against it, and I’m sure he’ll leave a rash, before moving to the curve of my shoulder.
A groan of pleasure vibrates in his throat when I run my nails down the taut muscles of his back, and he hums as I press them in a little deeper. Now I know he likes that, I want to do it all the time.
“That feels so good,” he pants, still trying to catch his breath.
Our chests heave together as he gently leans out of our tight embrace, gazing deeply into my eyes as if he’s branding this memory into his mind. It’s already embedded into mine.
We’re intertwined, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve met him for a reason. Like he’s my person, and something greater than both of us, brought us together.
The reason: it led me to him.
Eli gently brushes my temple with his thumb and drops a tender kiss on my lips. It’s a stark contrast to how he just pummeled me into the mattress.
“Your pussy was made for my cock, baby.”
“You’re such a romantic,” I exhale blissfully.
“I have a way with words, what can I say?”
I smile, and my lips skim against his. “I hope you don’t use those words in court. I love it when you tell me you think I’m beautiful, though. Those always work for me. My panties will just fall right off if you keep telling me that.”
He releases a hearty laugh. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“I do think you’re beautiful.” Eli tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear tenderly, which has me leaning into his touch. “And I love your hair. I’m obsessed with it. Your laugh too, I love it when you laugh.”
Eli has a version of himself that I’ve found he saves for only a chosen few, me being one of them, and it makes me feel special.
The silence stretches between us, his mood turning serious. “I don’t find you annoying. I didn’t mean it when I said it.”
Oh God, could he be any sweeter?
“Not even a little bit,” he adds, making my heart swell with joy.
“I still think you’re cranky.” I poke his ribs.
Flinching, he replies, “That’s because I am.” He grins down at me, and I’m suddenly aware of how hard he still is inside of me.
My mouth shapes an O. “You’re still hard.”
“It’s kind of a problem when I’m around you.” His eyelids drop, followed by a rough guttural grunt, his confession does all kinds of crazy things to my body.
The thick muscles of his neck strain, like my pussy is heaven’s gate for his cock, and now the one thing he can’t live without.
“It’s not a problem; it feels great to me.” I clench my walls around him and his eyes bug out. “It’s so big.” I tilt my chin down, gesturing to the space between and below us. Even half erect, it’s enormous.
He begins moving his hips again, his dick becoming harder than it was before, and I hiss at his action when he punches his hips into mine much harder this time, my over-sensitive clit screaming at him to stop rubbing his pelvis against it, but I want this. So bad.
Ripples of pleasure surge through my core again. Everything he does makes my body feel like it’s going to combust, about to send me skyrocketing out into space.
“Again?” I ask, both astonished and basking in the way he’s ready to go again for round two.
“You fucking better believe it, baby.” He’s brisk and abrupt, his hips punching into mine as he speaks each word with the same pace as his thrusts.
“Then we need to walk Ghost.” I arch my neck back as he growls into my neck, fucking me with more power.
“We’re not taking your cat out for a walk,” he pants.
“Yes, we are. I have a lead. Oh God, right there.” I tilt my hips and grab onto his ass.
“That’s the stupidest idea I have ever heard in my life.” He bows his head and bites my nipple between his teeth.
“Oh my God, Elijah. Fuck me,” I call out on a long moan. “But I thought Boomwhackers were the stupidest thing you’d ever hea—”
He cuts me off, covering his mouth over mine, and then he fucks me, all night until eventually I take Ghost for a walk along the beach, on his lead, hand in hand with Eli.