Marlena 13.
How did we go from a bike ride to his face between my legs? I feel like my feet haven’t touched the ground since Elazar arrived in Pittsburgh and it doesn’t appear they will be anytime soon.
He is centimeters from my vagina! Oh, wait, oh, God! That’s good. My back arches when his tongue swipes my clit. Round and round he goes, his lips sucking, his teeth nibbling, his tongue stroking and swirling. The sounds he’s making, the sounds I’m making…it’s so erotic . The most sensual and erotic moment of my life is happening in a public park at night with the handsomest man to ever man.
“Yes!” I hiss when his large hands reach under my shirt and bra and cover my breasts. My nipples, hard points against his palm. His fingers inside me rub against something and my entire body convulses as my hands find purchase in his hair and tug.
“Baby, you wanna cum?” I nod with a whine, desperate for release. “You gonna drench my face and flood my mouth?”
“I’m gonna try!” I have no idea if any of that is possible, I’ve never cum from this before, and honestly, I haven’t cum during sex with anyone since my early twenties. I had thought after…since I’ve been with the GGMC I haven’t even touched myself. I figured something must be broken inside me.
I think my body just needed Elazar to crack it open. My heart certainly needed him. I’m so darn grateful for these days with him, and that was before he started eating me like a feral animal.
I bend my neck to look down my body, in the moonlight my arousal glistens on his face, the muscles of his arm flexing as he brings me closer and closer to the edge. The hand on my breast shifts, his fingers pinch and pull my sensitive nipple. It’s all too much.
“El!” I screech to the heavens as my body tips over and I float blissfully back to earth. I’m panting as my heart races. I open my eyes and find Elazar staring up at me with a soft smile, his head resting on the inside of my bare thigh. I run my fingers through his hair gently, and he nearly purrs as he closes his eyes under my ministrations. “You fellate well.” His eyes remained closed, but his body shakes with laughter.
“Thank you.” He rolls slightly, presses a kiss to my pubic bone, then crawls up my body. “You are enjoyable to fellate.”
“If you love what you do, you’ll never work a day in your life,” I quip.
He hums contentedly, making my stomach flip. Our bodies flush, we lay in companionable silence for who knows how long. I’ve never felt more at peace than I do right now.
He helps me redress a while later and then we drive back to the clubhouse. It’s quiet when I take his hand and lead him to my rooms upstairs. Neither of us speak, I don’t know about him, but I’m afraid to disrupt our final moments together with words. We’ve said so much and what we couldn’t voice, our bodies did for us. I’m not sure where any of this is leading, only where I hope for it to go.
I dress in my nightshirt and panties and crawl into bed. I watch with rapt attention as he strips down to his boxer briefs. My goodness, he’s pretty. Broad shoulders, corded muscles lead to a tapered waist, thick thighs and defined calves. I haven’t seen his penis, but the bulge between his legs is unmistakable. I swallow hard at the sight, knowing that when our time arrives, he’ll take care of me, fill me to a pleasant fullness.
“Hmm.” He makes a sound as he slides into bed next to me after securing my front door and turning off the lights. His tight little booty was lovely to watch, but the front of him is just as drool worthy. And then all of that deliciousness is molded to my back, and I fall into a dreamless sleep in the arms of the man I never dreamed would be mine.
At some point in the night, I feel him kiss my lips softly and I snuggle further into bed. In the morning, I’m cold. I turn over and he’s not here. A folded paper sits on his pillow, but I don’t read it right away. I can’t. Instead, I use the bathroom, shower, brush my teeth, take my time on my hair, and dress for a day at the shelter. After I’ve exhausted any distractions, I finally sit on the bed with my back against the headboard and read the letter:
Sweetheart,
Please forgive me for leaving you as I am. I could not bear to look in your eyes and say goodbye. I knew when I planned this trip, that it would be my last before I was discharged. I anticipated that leaving my family and friends one last time would be difficult.
I didn’t plan on you. I didn’t plan on seeing you and forgetting how to breathe. Imagining a thousand lifetimes with you and knowing they would never be enough. Fighting every step away from you.
Sibyl, Nessy, and Vesta are taking me to Pittsburgh. They’ve decided to annoy Ash and Rev in person, so I’m hitching a ride. These days with you have been the best of my life so far, and I cannot wait to return to you because I know the best is yet to come.
Email, text, call me whenever you want, whenever you can, whenever the mood strikes you. I’ll answer when I can, and I’ll look forward to the next. I had so many good reasons to finally come home, but none as good as you.
-Elazar
P.S. Don’t tell my mom about that last part.
P.S.S. Send pics of you and your growing belly and other equally amazing body parts.
Clutching the paper against my chest, I scooch down the bed and lay down, breathing in his faint lingering scent from the pillow he used last night. I don’t fight the tears, I welcome them.
A reminder I’m still alive. I have a lot of healing to do in the next few months, a human to grow, and a shelter of residents to help.
And I can’t wait to tell him all about it.