Rowan 38 #3
The corners of his mouth twitched. “Already?”
Heat climbed up my neck as I let out a groan and dragged my hands over my face. “Oh, god...”
He laughed, soft and genuine, then leaned down to brush a kiss against my temple. "Relax, love. You're fine."
I swallowed, still trying to even out my breathing. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in every limb. The high hadn't fully let go yet, and my thoughts were too fractured to pull together.
He moved, and I became very aware that he hadn't finished.
My stomach flipped when I saw a smug little grin tug at his lips. Before I could say anything, his hold on me tightened, and he picked up right where he left off.
A startled gasp escaped me as he slipped back into that same deliberate pace as if he hadn't just thoroughly undone me.
I was still lit up, every inch of me too sensitive, but instead of collapsing, my body responded again.
The heat soon stirred back to life but sharper now, more urgent.
I didn't even have time to brace for it.
He moved deeper, and a jolt tore through me – sharp, sudden, and way too much all at once. My whole body arched, a quiet sound catching at the back of my throat before I could stop it.
He froze for a second. Then I felt the slow curl of a smirk against my cheek. "Oh."
I glared at him. "Don't."
He let out a quiet, knowing sound that almost felt like a laugh. Clearly too pleased with himself, he brushed a kiss to my jaw, then slowly rolled his hips. He was testing now.
A sharp breath punched out of me when he hit the same spot. Heat shot down my spine, and I barely choked back a curse.
“There it is.” He leaned in with that cocky grin of his, his voice warm against my ear. "I think I can coax another one out of you."
A full-body shiver ran through me. Anticipation left me breathless and aching for whatever he had planned. I could already feel my body responding to just the suggestion, wound tight and ready for more.
He eased back and pulled out with a gentleness that left me trembling. The sudden emptiness sent a flicker of confusion through me, but it faded as quickly as it came. He leaned in and kissed me, and I gave right into it. Whatever he was about to do, I trusted him completely.
Barely breaking the kiss, he murmured against my lips, "Turn over for me."
I did, and he stayed right with me. His hands guided me gently into place as his lips brushed my shoulder, then down the back of my neck, each kiss slow and steady. The warmth of him never left and kept the heat simmering just below the surface.
When my glasses suddenly slipped down my nose, I let out an irritated huff. Of course they would do this now. I pulled them off and tossed them blindly onto the nightstand. Everything around me blurred, but I didn't care. I didn't need to see. Eli was the only thing I needed to feel.
He ran his hands slowly down my back, calm and deliberate. One arm slipped beneath my hips to lift me up toward him. The other wrapped under my chest, holding me against him as he lined us up again and eased back in.
I couldn't hold back a sharp gasp. The angle hit deeper and sharper than before. He gave me time to feel the stretch of him while his hands roamed in slow, soothing passes that only made the burn sweeter. My breath started to come fast, my muscles tight and twitching under the pressure.
Then he pulled back, just a little bit, and thrust in again. The choked whimper that tore out of me wasn't graceful, but I couldn't help it.
I pressed my face into the pillow and squeezed my eyes shut as my whole body tensed at the sheer intensity of it. He kept it slow at first, easing into a pace that knocked the air out of me all over again. Each movement wound me tighter. I was already too far gone to pretend I had any control left.
His lips brushed against my ear, sending a shiver straight down my spine. "Yeah?"
I gripped the sheets like they might keep me from coming apart. I couldn't form any words that made sense enough to answer him. My mind was tangled up in how he somehow knew exactly what I needed before I did.
I tried to push back to meet him halfway, but he caught on immediately. His grip around my hips tightened to keep me exactly where he wanted me. My breath tore out in short, uneven gasps as the heat wound tighter inside me, rising too fast for me to keep up.
"You can relax, Ro," he whispered. "I've got you." He lifted me slightly to change the angle, and –
OH, fuck.
The next sound that broke loose from me was raw. Immediate. The pressure hit even sharper and knocked every thought out of my head. The rush was too overwhelming to brace against. I barely managed to breathe as it crashed through me.
My brain couldn't hold on to anything solid after that. Everything slipped loose before I could latch onto it. Every time I thought I could focus on something, Eli would shift – and it was gone again, replaced by the next shock of sensation.
He was drawing it out this time. Every movement felt deliberate, each grind of his hips pulling me apart and holding me together at the same time. I couldn't decide if I wanted to beg him to finish it or beg him to never stop.
I drew in a breath and let it go slowly. Burying my face deeper into the sheets, I gave in to the feeling completely. I let myself feel every inch of it.
I tried more than once to speak, but all I could do was breathe through it. All I could do was take it. His hands kept moving, trailing heat wherever they landed. And just when I thought I'd found my footing, he stole it right back.
My body started to tense again. He must have felt it because his hold around me tightened and he nuzzled the back of my neck. "Not yet."
My breath stuttered. Not yet?
Shit. I was in trouble.
He steadied me with both arms, and the next roll of his hips sent a sharp wave of heat straight through me. The moan that tore from my throat was louder this time, ragged and unrestrained. It triggered an inconvenient thought that clawed its way through the fog clouding my brain.
The neighbours.
My walls weren't exactly thick, and I didn't want Mrs Cavanagh to make a comment in the hall tomorrow. Heat surged to my face as I slapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the next sound before it could slip out.
Eli didn't miss that, either.
He kept his pace steady, but his hand reached for mine and gently pulled it away from my mouth. Before I could think, he tipped my face toward his and kissed me deeply, swallowing the sounds I couldn't hold back. My heart raced at the way he just took control so effortlessly.
I let him. I let him have it, let him take everything.
My muffled noises only seemed to spur him on. His grip never faltered, his touch steady even as everything in me came apart. I didn't know if he was keeping me quiet for me or to hide his own unravelling, but it didn't matter. When he kissed me like this, I didn't want to be quiet.
The kiss blurred into sensation, stealing the last of my breath. My lungs burned, my head spun – and then I realised I was getting lightheaded.
Eli didn't ease up, and I didn't want him to. The way he moved, the way he kissed me, the way he held me fed the fire burning deep inside me. The dizziness began to creep in, but I didn't fight it. I let it take me. Let myself belong to him in every way he asked for.
I wanted to. I needed to.
He finally broke the kiss, and air rushed back into my lungs.
His skin felt warm and damp as he pressed his face into my shoulder, and his arms stayed locked around me.
I felt his grip tighten just a little as he began to move faster.
More focused. More intent. Each thrust stole whatever breath I'd just managed to get back.
My thoughts slipped out of reach again. I couldn't focus on anything except the quiet, unguarded sounds slipping past his lips, the steady push driving me back to the edge. Tension curled tight in my gut again, even as the rest of me melted beneath him.
Another wave threatened to crash through me, and the sound that came from me was too loud to ignore. I bit down on the pillow to try to muffle it, but I couldn't stop the heat that flooded my face.
Eli noticed that, too.
The next thing I knew, he was guiding me upright. The new angle made me gasp, and my hands scrambled for something to hold onto. They caught the headboard, and I gripped it hard to brace myself.
His arms wrapped tight around me, and his lips grazed my ear, his breath ragged now. "There you go. Just like that."
He started moving again, and I felt it. More than I thought was possible.
Every nerve fired at once, and there wasn't a chance in hell that I could stay quiet.
My body arched into him, chasing the heat, the friction, the feeling of him moving inside me.
He cursed under his breath as he picked up the pace, and then everything blurred into movement. Relentless. All-consuming. Perfect.
It hit me before I could process it. My muscles locked, and everything in me seized and broke apart all at once. The first time had sneaked up on me, but this one tore through me with no warning.
I was still shaking when I felt Eli tense and shudder behind me. A low groan slipped from him as his arms tightened around my hips. He pressed in one last time, and then he followed me under, holding me so close that there wasn't a sliver of space left between us.
I suddenly didn't have the strength to hold myself up. Every muscle gave out at once, and I slumped down onto the mattress, dragging Eli with me. He made a quiet sound of surprise, his arms still holding me against him as we sank into the sheets.
I buried my face into the pillow and tried to breathe, but my lungs barely cooperated.
Everything in me felt wrung out. My limbs were heavy and still trembling, and I wasn’t sure if it was from the high or the way he was still wrapped around me.
I gritted my teeth, trying to pull myself back together, but even that felt out of reach.
After a little while, his fingers started to drift lazily along my skin again. “Thought I killed you for a second.” His voice was rough with exhaustion but still edged with amusement.
I let out a breathless laugh. "Give me a minute. I'll resurrect."
He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my shoulder. His arms held me more gently now, but he didn't let go. I didn't want him to.
We stayed like that for a bit, tangled up in each other while our breathing evened out. I'd never felt anything like that before. Not just the intensity of it, but the way it pulled me under so completely. Like every nerve in my body had been rewired to respond to him and only him.
He finally eased out and backed up to give me space to roll onto my back. He propped himself up beside me, his fingers trailing idly through my hair. His gaze flickered over my face before settling on my eyes. "You okay?"
My lips tugged into a lazy grin. "Better than okay."
He smiled, too, and then he leaned down to catch my lips in another kiss. Slower this time. Deep but not rushed. Just the kind of kiss you give someone when there's no question left about wanting them.
I melted into it, one hand sliding along his chest, the other curling behind his neck to pull him in. His arm slid under my back to hold me against him with the kind of care that made my pulse stir.
I hadn't expected tonight to go this far. I figured it would've ended watching a cheesy holiday movie and maybe falling asleep on the sofa. But now, lying here with him, skin to skin, his mouth still soft against mine... I couldn’t imagine being anywhere else.