Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
There was so much happening in my body, and I wasn’t sure what all of it even meant. Looking down, I could see everywhere that Elio had touched me, a path of dark forest green. I was so fucking hard it hurt. Ached. Ached in a way I’d never really felt before.
It was so different from jacking off by myself, which was a rare thing for me to do already.
Was this how sex felt? I’d watched porn before.
I mean, of course I had. None of it looked all that interesting, but maybe it was because it wasn’t with Elio.
The motions seemed to be the same, though the execution and the person were what made it enjoyable.
A cold chill ran over my body, the air conditioning kicking on at the worst possible moment. My hole was still slick with spit, and so was my cock, only making it feel harsher against my skin.
When I looked farther down the trail of green, I noticed the handprints. On each side of my hips, right where he’d been holding me, were Elio’s handprints painted on my skin.
I groaned, bucking my hips into the air, as if it would grant me the friction I so desperately sought.
Thankfully, the door opened back up, Elio walking in with clean hands. “Told you I’d be quick.” He wasn’t looking at my face. He was looking everywhere else, perusing my body like the main course of a meal.
I fucking loved it. God, did I love it. He walked to the nightstand, opening the drawer. Huffing a laugh, he picked up the lube and the…
My face went bright red. “Oh. I forgot those were in there.”
He held up the packet of condoms. “When did you get these, hm?”
Looking away, I tried to even out my voice so it wouldn’t come out broken and shallow. “Uh, I bought them after we first… You know. Just in case, I guess.”
“I love you so much.” He put the condoms back in the drawer, but took the lube with him.
Watching him climb onto the bed was so surreal, I had half a mind to pinch myself to make sure it wasn’t a dream. Or a hallucination, even though those had been few and far between recently.
I spread my legs further, tilting my head to look up at him fully as he settled between them. He hovered above me, looking straight into my soul as he whispered to me. Whispered as if the world would interrupt us if he were any louder. “Have you ever touched yourself like this?”
A loud snick echoed through the room. I saw his arms moving, but I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him to look at what his hands were doing. “No, never.”
“Do you want me to touch you like this?” He leaned down, his face coming closer to mine, one of his arms settling beside my head. The other arm stayed behind, fitting right between our bodies.
A tingling started in my gut, trailing up across my entire body. I nodded vigorously, not sure if I could trust my voice.
“Tell me.”
My eyes squeezed shut at the force of his voice. Sparks of electricity shot through me, shooting all the way to my fingertips. When I opened them, he hadn’t moved. I wondered if he’d even blinked. “Yes. Please, Sunshine. Touch me.”
I gasped, jolting a bit when I felt cold lube circling my hole. My muscles tightened instinctively.
“Just breathe, honey. Just breathe. I’ve got you.”
He applied more pressure with his fingertip as I tried to relax. I was trying so hard, it had the opposite effect.
“It’s okay, Cres. Look at me.”
I didn’t even know I wasn’t. I’d been staring at his arm between us, his hand out of sight, his wrist the most I could see of it. I pried my gaze away, looking straight into his eyes.
“That’s it,” he cooed. “Just let go. Let go, focus on me, and breathe. Relax.”
Taking a breath through my nose, I tried to do just that. With Elio here, above me, whispering to me, I knew everything would be okay. He had me, and he wasn’t letting go. I could relax.
I can relax.
Slowly, I blew out of my mouth, and finally, Elio’s finger pushed through.
I bit my lip as I whimpered, the shock coursing through me first. It felt so weird.
So foreign. Like my body was trying to reject him at first, even though all I wanted was him.
Why was my body not letting go? Was I incapable of it? Was I doing something wrong?
“Baby, it’s okay. It just takes time to get used to the feeling, alright? You’re doing just fine.”
He moved his finger, circling it inside of me. His lips caressed my skin—from my lips, to my jaw, to my neck, to my Adam’s apple. He licked and kissed and scraped his teeth over me as the feeling went from unnatural to suddenly not enough.
“More,” I gasped.
The feeling of his hum against me vibrated down into my chest. Another finger stretched me open, joining the first. I was almost begging for it at this point, rocking my hips into him.
“You’re doing so fucking good, Cres. That’s it. Just relax.”
I threw my head back as he pushed deeper.
When he rubbed against my prostate, I was almost done for.
There was a loud, unashamed scream of pleasure that didn’t sound like Elio.
I scrunched my nose in confusion, trying to figure out where it had come from.
If it wasn’t Elio, then… No. There was no way that had been me. It didn’t even sound like me.
But it was, and it kept going. I hadn’t even realized he’d added a third finger until I felt him spread them out, forcing me open even more.
All I wanted was more. All I needed was him. “Please, El. I need more. Please.” I didn’t know how much more I could stand before fucking exploding, but I needed it. I was craving it.
Elio licked a path from the middle of my neck around and up to my ear, whispering right below it, “Do you want my cock?”
I was nodding before he’d even finished. “Yes.” Yes, please, I need it. I need to let go. I need you to make me let go.
“I’ve got you, Cres. I’ve got you.” He pulled away and grabbed the lube, pouring an exorbitant amount onto his hand and my hole. “Condom?”
I looked to the side, staring at the nightstand drawer. My brain was so fucked up, I wasn’t sure if I could think hard enough. “Um, I mean, I’m a virgin. Do you think we need one?”
“I haven’t had sex since before we moved into town. Last I heard, I was negative, but I don’t mind wearing one. Probably should’ve asked earlier.”
I thought about it for a second, which turned into my face erupting into flames. The possibility of Elio’s cum being inside me was almost overwhelming. “No condom.”
“Okay, honey. No condom.”
When his lips pressed to mine, something happened.
A chemical reaction, the end of the world as we knew it, or maybe our souls were reaching out to one another through our kiss.
There were no sticky, black tentacles attached to my ankles.
No weird whispers or screams right in my ear canals.
A slight breeze whisked through the bedroom, carrying a fresh, grassy scent.
It almost smelled like daisies.
Elio moved back a little, lining himself up. He never took his eyes off me as he pressed forward ever so slightly. The pressure took me by surprise once more, even better than his fingers had felt. “Oh, god.”
“I’ve got you. Relax, and let go, honey.”
Green stems, brown leaves, and a thousand childhood memories reflected in shades of viridian and gold. Every night we spent together, hanging out, watching shows, or reading manga. Every hug we shared. Every friendly “love you” we told each other.
Without him, I hadn’t known peace. I’d been striving to find happiness without the center of my goddamn world for so long, and I finally had him again. He was here. Skin-to-skin, with our hearts beating at the same time. Elio was here, and I didn’t need to hold on anymore.
As his hips met my ass, his cock fully seated inside of me, I finally understood what he meant. Elio had me, and he wasn’t letting go. Elio was sharing his mind, body, heart, and soul with me, and I wasn’t letting go, either.
I finally had what I’d always needed. I didn’t have to fight. I didn’t have to worry. My ray of sun, my angel with no wings, my something more.
It took a minute for me to adjust to the feel of him. A fullness I’d never had before, combined with a rightness I’d never felt. He was still, until I nodded to him. “I’m ready.”
He kissed me again, with fire and passion and enough love for an eternity.
And when his lips left mine, he shifted back on his knees, placing his hands right over the painted handprints.
I watched as his fingers curled in the exact spots, holding me as if I were precious and fragile. Like I meant the world to him.
I watched as he pulled out slowly, only to use my hips to pull me back onto him. A deep, animalistic groan rumbled from my chest as I threw my head back. The motion caused a tear to fall down my cheek—a tear I hadn’t known I’d shed.
Every breath I took was effortless, my eyes shut from the overwhelming fucking ecstasy. Elio pushed me and pulled me, only to push me and pull me over and over and over, and I was lost in it. Fucking lost in him.
“You feel so fucking good, Cres. Oh my god.” His voice was deep and gravelly, little more than a growl. “Fuck, I had no idea it felt this fucking good.”
I couldn’t do anything except chant his name. When he fell over me, pushing my legs further apart, contorting our bodies together, I was gone. I was so out of my mind, I almost exploded the moment he wrapped his hand around my dick, stroking me in time with his thrusts.
“Fuck, I’m gonna come. I’m gonna come, baby.” My body was moving on its own, chasing the pleasure.
He covered my mouth with his, though it was more like breathing each other’s air and swallowing each other’s moans than kissing at that point. My entire body shifted as he moved his knees, tilting my hips.
I was angled, giving him the perfect access straight to my prostate. “Right there! Right there, right there, right there, yes.” I squirmed against the pillows beneath me, his lips and tongue finding my neck to lave.
The pleasure built, and built, and built, until a final stroke, a final caress of my prostate had every muscle in my body constricting. I gasped, panting and moaning incoherently as my cum shot into his hand and onto my stomach.
Elio was speaking into my ear, but I couldn’t hear him.
His thrusts got faster, their coordination uneven and sloppy.
He was losing it just as much as I had. I moved my arms up his back, holding just underneath his shoulder blades.
I felt his muscles ripple beneath his skin as he thrust into me one final time.
A deep moan, long and ragged, left him as he came inside of me.
I could feel it—his cock pulsing in me, filling me up just like I’d been craving.
I let go and let him hold me as we both panted through our comedowns. My skin was sticking to his, sweat dripping between our bodies, but neither of us gave a single fuck.
When he slipped out of me, I could feel his cum dribble from my ass. I lifted my arm, letting him lay his head on my chest as I looked around the bed.
Our sheets, once a pristine white, were covered completely in forest-green stains. The paint bottle lay on the floor beside the bed, along with the lube and blankets.
My nose was burning along with my eyes, but I didn’t sniffle, and I didn’t wipe the tears. I refused to hold back anymore. Not with Elio by my side, and in my arms.
Instead, I closed my eyes, feeling the exhaustion in my body. It wasn’t weighted, and it wasn’t deep in my bones like depression was. There was peace in my heart, and happiness lying on my chest.