Chapter 25
Mac
While I quickly whip together some lunch, I watch Eliza on the couch reading.
She looks like she’s right where she belongs.
I haven’t relaxed as much as I have the last two days in years, and it’s all because of her.
Normally I’d be in my office reviewing files or doing research for future projects, but instead I’m finding time to read the book I’ve been trying to finish for over a year.
I don’t think any of this is what my father had in mind when he told me to find a serious relationship.
When the food is finished, I bring the plates to the couch and hand one to Eliza, who takes it with a smile.
“What is your ideal weekend?” I ask as I sit beside her.
She covers her mouth as she chews and gets ready to answer. “It’s really boring,” she says.
“Let me be the judge of that.”
“My ideal weekend involves never leaving my apartment, never putting on a bra, and either reading or pulling out a craft and watching a TV show I’ve seen a million times.”
“So you’re ideal weekend is you decompressing after a long week. Doesn’t sound boring.”
She snorts. “You’re probably the first person to say that. What about you, what’s your ideal weekend?”
I pause; I’ve never really thought about it. I’ve spent so many years stuck in the same cycle that thoughts of deviating from it haven’t really hit me. I’m not actually sure what my ideal weekend would look like, but right now I know having Eliza there is part of it.
“Um, I haven’t really thought about it,” I finally confess.
She stares at me. “You don’t know how you’d ideally spend your weekend?”
I shrug. “I spend most of them the same way. I have a routine.”
She continues to watch me, confusion written over her face, but she eventually just shakes her head and returns to her food.
“So, have you ever been to London?”
She shakes her head. “I haven’t left the city.
My parents didn’t take me on trips growing up, and then I went straight to university and got a job right after I graduated, so I haven’t really had the time.
I have a list of all the places I’d love to go one day, but who knows if I’ll find the time or money to see them all. ”
“What’s the number one on that list?”
“I can’t really pick a number one. I have a top five. Italy, Greece, Paris, London, and Berlin.”
“So London makes your list.”
She smiles. “It does.”
“Well, I’m glad I get to help you check it off your list. Is there anywhere specific I should make sure I take you?”
“Just your basic tourist attractions.”
“Oh, we can do better than that.”
“I’ll probably be working a lot while we’re there, so I just want to see what I can.”
Something pinches inside me at the thought of her working while visiting one of the places in her top five places to visit, but then I also remember that I’ll be there to work. I’ll just have to do everything I can to make sure she enjoys her time in London.
When we finish eating, I return to my book and she grabs her Kindle, her curled up at my side, but I can’t seem to focus.
Growing up, I got to travel, visiting all the places my dad was looking to do business or opening branches of his company.
I’ve been all over the world, and Eliza hasn’t had that opportunity.
She didn’t complain about it either, just accepted it as fact as well as the possibility that she might not be able to visit all the places on her list.
While I’m lost in my thoughts and look down at her Kindle, I catch a few words that have me reading over her shoulder.
I’ve heard the guys in the locker room mention the books their girls read, but I’ve never really paid attention.
Maybe I should have, because the book that Eliza is currently reading seems to be very explicit.
My eyes dart to her face, and she’s showing zero reaction to what she’s reading. I follow along with her and find myself getting into the story. When she locks her Kindle and leaves the couch, I actually find myself disappointed.
We spend the rest of our night curled up together reading before switching to movies when dinner is delivered.
When the second movie finishes she looks up at me through her lashes before sitting up and facing me. “I’d like to try something else tonight.”
My cock immediately twitches at her declaration. I grip the edge of the couch, trying to not appear too eager. “Okay. What would you like to try tonight?”
She gets momentarily shy for a second, ducking her head and playing with the corner of the case on her Kindle before she pulls her shoulders back and meets my gaze. “I want to try oral sex.”
The way she says it has me running a hand down my face as I fight my grin. She says it in a way that’s almost scientific.
I lean forward, gripping her chin between my thumb and index finger. “Are you saying you want to suck my cock?”
Her eyes widen slightly, and her lips part, a soft breath escaping as she nods.
I take her mouth in a messy kiss. Her body melts into mine, and my hand finds her hair, taking a handful as I maintain control of the kiss.
She moves to straddle my thighs, grinding herself down on my erection and pulling a groan from me.
The way she lets instinct take over her body turns me on.
When we’re like this, she doesn’t question things, she lets her body do what feels right.
My free hand finds her ass, squeezing it and pulling her close. Her hands snake down my chest until they find the waistband of my shorts and, with zero hesitation, slide under them. I hiss as her hand wraps around my cock and she slowly begins stroking it.
Bloody hell. She’s picked this up like a fucking champ.
I break the kiss, tipping my head back as I clench my jaw.
She takes that as her cue to slide off my lap and kneel between my legs.
I watch her as her delicate hands grip my shorts and lift my hips, helping her slide them down until my cock slips free.
She leans forward, her eyes staying on me as she hesitantly drags her tongue from the base to tip.
My hand shoots out and into her hair as I grit my teeth.
Seeming to know that I’m enjoying that, she continues, this time circling her tongue around the head. If she hadn’t told me that she’s never done this I’m not sure I would have believed her.
“You’re doing so well,” I say, brushing my thumb across her cheek.
She wraps her lips around the head and sucks, causing my hips to buck off the couch, but she doesn’t flinch. One hand finds my thigh while the other grabs the shaft of my dick and she slowly works her mouth down it. My grip tightens in her hair as I mumble curses.
“You’re a fucking vision, Eliza. You’re—” My words are cut off by the moan that leaves me as she takes me further into her mouth. “God, you’re perfect. You’re swallowing my cock like you were made to.”
I’m close, and I say her name, giving her hair a slight pull. She pops off, a little trail of saliva following her.
“I’m going to come,” I say.
She nods and uses her tongue to trace the vein on the underside of my cock as her hand continues its movements.
“Fuck!” I moan as my orgasm hits and I come all over her hand.
I think this woman is going to be the thing that ends me.