Chapter 35
Mac
I’m awake before Eliza, and like she has been the last week, she’s curled against me with her arm and leg thrown over me as though to keep me close. She has no idea that there’s nowhere I’d rather be than right here with her.
After last night, I have no idea how she’s going to be feeling, but I know that if she wants to head out today, she’s going to need to get up and get ready. I gently run my hand over her hair, and she starts to stir, nuzzling her face into my chest and pulling herself as close as possible.
“Eliza,” I whisper softly, and she makes a sound that sounds very much like leave me alone. I chuckle and run my hand over her hair again. “Love, it’s time to wake up.”
She makes a noise I can’t quite decipher and nuzzles deeper. I press my lips to her forehead, and her eyes flutter open as the looks up at me.
“How’s the hangover?” I ask.
Her nose scrunches in a way that has me wanting to take a picture before it goes away.
“I’ve had worse,” she says, rolling away just enough to stretch before rolling back into my side.
“We should probably get going soon.”
She yawns and looks over at the clock on my bedside table, sighing when she sees it’s nearly nine in the morning. “Five more minutes, and then I’ll shower.”
Wanting to hold her longer, I don’t protest. After the five minutes, we shower and get ready for a day out. She asks to stop at the café I recommended for breakfast, and I happily oblige.
I was lucky enough to grab us some tickets for the British Museum last night for this morning.
While we make our way through the museum, I find myself watching Eliza more than looking at the exhibits.
I’ve seen it all before, but watching Eliza experience it all for the first time is something else.
She quietly takes it all in, slowly making her way through each exhibit.
When lunchtime hits, she’s ready to venture out of the museum and we find a restaurant close by to eat at.
She tells me about her favourite things in the museum while we eat.
Seeing her enjoy herself like this, I have zero regrets about taking the whole day off of work, no matter what my father ends up saying.
Being able to experience this with her is worth it.
My only regret is that I spent the past week missing it.
I book us tickets for the London Eye, and we walk in that direction, Eliza popping into different stores to browse and buy things for her friends. A nervous energy radiates off her when we get closer to the Eye.
“Are you okay?” I ask.
She tentatively nods. “Yeah, heights just aren’t my thing.”
“We don’t have to go up if you don’t want to.”
“No, I do. I’ll be fine,” she says, sounding like she's trying to reassure herself rather than me.
We wait in line, and when it’s finally our turn to go, the second it starts to move she grabs my hand and squeezes.
I move behind her and wrap my arms around her.
She leans into me, and we stare out of the window.
I point places out to her as we move around, and I notice the more I talk to her the more her anxiety seems to leave her.
I point out my father's office, the area where I grew up, the park where my mom took me as a child, telling her stories about them. She listens intently. I love being able to share all of this with her. There has never been someone I’ve wanted to in the past.
When we unload, the sun is already beginning to set, and with no firm plan in place for the rest of the night, we wander the streets hand in hand.
I can’t remember a time when I just walked around the city, here or in Vancouver.
It’s always been with a place to be rather than just letting myself enjoy it.
We dip into a restaurant for dinner, and our conversation continues to flow. I hang on to her every word, loving the pieces of herself she shares with me.
Walking back into the apartment, I need to be closer to her.
I need to feel her touch, to share in a part of her that no one else has.
I crowd her space as she smiles up at me.
I slowly drag the back of my hand down her cheek, reveling in the soft feel of her skin.
I grip her chin as I lean down and kiss her with a passion I have yet to express with her but can’t hold back anymore.
Her hands find my chest, and she grabs fistfuls of my shirt.
Needing to be closer to her, I grab the back of her thighs and lift as she wraps her legs around my waist. I place her on the kitchen counter, staying as close as possible, her legs wrapped around me.
I drag my lips down her neck, softly nipping at her skin as I go.
“More,” she mewls as she starts undoing the buttons of my shirt.
“So needy,” I tease, and she pushes her chest out towards me.
“Yes! More, please.” The desperation in her voice spurs me on.
“Since you asked so nicely,” I say, my hand slipping under her shirt and up her torso until I cup one of her perfect breasts and run my thumb over her nipple through the lace of her bra.
She rolls her hips against me, seeking friction, but I pull my hips back.
I chuckle when she whines at the loss of contact.
I find the hem of her shirt, and she raises her arms, allowing me to pull it off and drop it on the floor, my eyes taking her in.
I’m still stunned that I’m the one she chooses to share this with, even if for a short time.
I’m not going to take a second of it for granted.
She watches me as I take my fill, and the playful smirk on her face when I meet her gaze has me in awe of the change in her since the start of this.
I find the button on her jeans and flick them open, and she lifts her hips.
I hook my fingers into the waistband of her jeans and the lace underneath and drag them down her legs, kneeling in front of her.
She spreads her legs wider, giving me a perfect view of her pussy and how it glistens for me.
I pull her right to the edge of the counter and tease her with my tongue.
She stares down at me, her hand in my hair, allowing me to take my time working her up.
Her soft little moans only encourage me more, and I notice she’s taken her glasses off and placed them on the counter beside her.
I bring her right to the edge, and before her orgasm can hit her, I kiss the inside of her thigh and stand. I need the first time she comes tonight to be on my cock. I need to feel her completely lose control for and because of me.
I kiss her, and she doesn’t shy from her own taste on my lips. She’s not the same as when we first sat in that bar a few months ago, discussing the fact that she’s never had sex before. Now she’s embracing her sexuality and not shying away from it.
She works her way through the buttons of my shirt deftly and pushes it off my shoulders. Her lips find my chest immediately while her hands work to undo my trousers, and she reaches into my pants and grips my cock, slowly stroking it as she leaves hot kisses across my chest.
“Eliza,” I moan, and she grins against my skin as she chuckles.
“Who’s the needy one now?”
I grip her chin again, bringing her head up until my lips meet hers. I pinch her bottom lip between my teeth and pull softly, and she moans in response.
“I want to fuck you now. Right here on this counter. I want you to come apart on my cock with my name on your lips.”
Her grip on my cock tightens, and her eyes light up. “What’s stopping you?”
I pull my wallet out of my trousers and grab a condom out before tossing it on the counter and ripping open the condom. She shoves my trousers and pants down so I can roll the condom on, and I position myself at her entrance. I meet her eyes, and she’s nodding as she bites her bottom lip.
We both watch as I slowly press forward, allowing her to adjust to me. She grips my bicep and moans softly as I push in more.
“Mac,” she moans, and I nearly black out at the sound of her needy voice and the sight of her pussy wrapped around my cock like she was made for me.