31. Elijah
Chapter thirty-one
Elijah
D id she say she loved me?
She sighed and looked down at her feet. “You don’t need to say it back, but I—”
“I love you,” I blurted.
Her eyes snapped to mine. “You do?” she choked out.
I walked toward her, stopping directly in front of her but not yet touching her. “More than I have ever loved anyone in my entire life.”
I put my hand on her cheek, and she leaned into it. “Eli,” she breathed.
I gripped her arms. “You are it for me, Brielle.” A tear fell down her cheek. “Baby, you are the person I have waited for my entire life.”
She looked up at me with worried eyes. “Can this even work?”
I lifted her into my arms and pressed her against the front door. “I will do anything to make this work.” I kissed her softly and looked her in the eyes once more.
“I love you, Eli.”
I took one hand and pushed a loose piece of hair off her face and behind her ear. “I love you, Masterpiece.”
She pulled me back into a kiss, and her warm, hot tongue entangled with mine. She began grinding into my body and smiled against my lips.
“Mmm. My girl is needy tonight.” I playfully bit her lip before kissing her again.
She moaned into my mouth. “I need you.”
“Mhm, baby. I need you more than you know.”
She pulled away slightly, and her face got a little more serious. She looked nervous when she swallowed hard.
“What’s wrong? Are you okay?” She was quiet for a moment. “Brielle?”
“Make love to me, Eli.”
“No,” I said, surprising even myself.
“No?” she repeated.
“We don’t have to do that just because we—”
Her finger covered my lips to cut me off. She leaned in, kissing me again. Then she whispered, “Teach me.” My dick twitched with excitement before she whispered again, “Make love to me, Eli. Show me what it’s like to be loved by you.”
My body tensed. “Are you sure about this?” I have never been this nervous to be with someone, nor have I ever questioned when someone said they wanted to sleep with me.
“You would never hurt me. I know that.”
I slowly let her body come down between me and the door. She grabbed my hand and pulled me toward her bedroom. She shut the door and leaned back on it with her hands behind her.
“You are sure about this, right?” I asked.
She pouted her lip. “Well, we don’t have to if you don’t want to. If you aren’t sure, I can just—”
“No, I want to,” I blurted. We both burst out with awkward laughter.
She walked toward me, playfully pushing me onto the edge of the bed. I leaned back on my hands behind me, smirking as she stripped off her clothes down to her bra and underwear.
“You are beautiful, Masterpiece.”
“Thank you,” she whispered.
I put my hand out to her. “Come.” I pulled her onto my lap to straddle me. My rough hands went up her soft back. “You tell me no, or stop, and this ends, got it?” She nodded. “Say it out loud, baby.”
She smiled. “If I want to stop, you will stop.”
“Good girl.”
I switched our positions so I could stand and unbutton my jeans. She bit her lip and leaned back, just as I had when I watched her.
“My boyfriend is fucking sexy,” she joked.
I took a few steps toward her. She gasped when I pushed her down to lean over her. “You are the sexy one.” I kissed her quickly. “I will never know how I got so damn lucky.”
As we kissed, I brought my hands up to her bra and unclipped it in the front. The cups fell aside, bearing her small but perky breasts to me. I slid it off her shoulders and threw it to the floor. As I kissed down her neck and onto her chest, she began rambling.
“I want to take it slow, okay? I am trying really hard to be confident.” She laughed. “But I’m nervous as hell.”
She gasped as I took her nipple into my mouth. “We can go as fast or slow as you want.”
As I moved to the other nipple, she moaned, “Oh…okay.”
As I continued kissing down her body, a slight sheen of sweat formed on her skin. I pulled her underwear off, and she attempted to bring her legs together, but I pushed them apart and over my shoulders before tasting her.
The moment my tongue touched her center, she gasped.
“Oh, Eli. My god, you are good at this.” She took tiny breaths between some of the words.
She gripped the sheet with one hand while biting the other to contain her moans.
I continued to appreciate her until she threaded her fingers through my hair and pulled.
“I’m…Fuck, I’m—” She couldn’t even finish her sentence as her orgasm hit her fast and hard. She moaned my name while riding my face until she was done.
As I cleaned her up with my mouth, she gripped my hair again and pulled me up to kiss her. “I love you so much.”
I moved onto the bed next to her perfect, naked body, and I stared into her eyes, loving how comfortable she was now. “I love you, Brielle.” My heart raced. Is this what being in my own head feels like? I wasn’t sure what to do next. I had never had this problem before.
She tried to sit up next to me, and that’s what brought me out of my thoughts. “Eli. What is it?”
I pulled her into me. “Nothing. I just… I can’t believe you’re mine.”
She put her hand on the center of my chest and then pulled back with a look of concern across her face. “Are you nervous?” When I didn’t answer, her worry turned into a smile. “Baby, why are you nervous? You have done this a million times before.”
I looked down at her and traced her nipple with my finger, bringing out another breathy moan from her. “I am a little nervous.”
She gripped my hand to get me to stop teasing her. “Why?”
“This is the first time sex is going to matter to me. I have never made love to anyone. Fucking is different. It’s meaningless. There are no feelings involved.” I paused and kissed her softly. “Making love is anything but meaningless. Being with you means everything to me.”
“Eli,” she whispered.
I kissed her mouth deeply. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you how much I love you.” Another kiss. “But I will have so much fun trying to show you.”
As we kissed a few more minutes, I could feel every beat of her heart against my chest. It was like her every beat was in sync with mine. As my fears began to clear, I realized something and pulled away.
“Brielle.” She gave me a concerned look. “I don’t have a condom.”
Brielle
Eli’s face was worried, and all I could do was giggle.
He smiled and pulled me closer to him. “Are you laughing at me, Masterpiece?”
I nodded, and he tickled my hip bone by digging his fingers into it. “Stop, stop, okay,” I said with a big grin. “I will stop laughing, sorry. I just thought your face was cute. You look so concerned.”
“We need a condom, Brielle. I want this to be perfect for you.”
“That is very true. But…” I reached over to the nightstand and pulled out a black foil condom. “I have one.”
His eyebrows went up in surprise. “Why?”
I smiled. “Why what? Why do I have a box of them?”
“A box?” He swallowed. He shook his head like he was trying to clear his thoughts. “Yeah, why do you have a box?”
I sat up a little. “I happen to have a boyfriend who likes sex very much. I knew, or at least hoped, that it would eventually happen on day, so I bought them after we made it official. The more unbelievable question is, why don’t you have one?”
We both laughed as he pulled me back into a kiss and spoke against my lips. “I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.” I pulled away slightly. “But seriously, why don’t you have one?”
He ran his fingers through my sweaty hair. “I never wanted you to find one on me and feel pressured.”
For the first time in a long while, I was speechless. As I stared at this beautiful, tattooed man, tears began to fill my eyes.
“What is it?” he whispered.
I tried to look down, but he held my chin, so I couldn’t. “I just…I—” I couldn’t continue talking, so I kissed him.
He lowered me back down onto the bed and began exploring my body once again with his hands. His soft lips kissed away every happy tear that fell from my eyes. As his mouth neared my ear, he slowly licked up the side of my neck.
When his thumb met my lower lip, I pulled it into my mouth. He muttered a soft and drawn-out “Fuck”. The way his eyes met mine made me feel like I was the most beautiful and cherished thing he had ever seen.
“I am going to tell you what to do, but don’t forget you’re the one running this show.”
“Yes, sir,” I joked.
He leaned down, shutting me up with a kiss on my neck, and groaned against it. “If you keep talking like that, this won’t last nearly long enough.”
As I tried to pull him closer, he backed away and stood. He opened the condom with his teeth and rolled it onto his cock before giving himself a few pumps.
I laid back down and stared at the ceiling before trying to gulp my nerves down. A moment later, his body covered me, and his eyes bore into mine. “Are you sure you want this?”
Without hesitation, I said, “Yes.”
He kissed me as his fingers slowly found my swollen clit once again. He groaned when he realized I was still soaked for him. As two fingers entered me, I moaned and my back arched off the bed slightly.
“You are so fucking beautiful.”
His words sent another jolt of pleasure to my core. I tried to say thank you, but all that came out was a breathy, “Thank y—.” My words were cut off when his mouth covered one of my nipples.
After a few more minutes of foreplay and the use of his mouth on me, he leaned over me and intertwined our fingers on each side of my head.
“It may hurt at first, but I got you. I promise. I got you baby.”
I nodded wordlessly. He kissed me tenderly before looking down to guide his cock into my entrance. As soon as the tip touched me, I closed my eyes in fear. Not of him, just of the foreign feeling I was expecting.
The pressure from just the tip of him was surprisingly nice. He was so gentle with every new inch he pushed inside me. He kept pushing into me, pausing to pull out just a little bit, then slowly pushing back in even further.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” I moaned.
The pleasure began mixing with a tiny bit of tolerable pain. I didn’t want him to stop. After a few more small thrusts from him, I felt completely full.
It finally felt like he was fully seated inside me. He began kissing me again. “I am halfway there, baby. Do you want me to keep going?”
My eyes went wide as my fast heartbeat got even faster. “Halfway?” I exclaimed breathlessly. “How the hell is any more going to fit? I feel so—” He pushed in even further, making me moan the last word. “Full.”
He chuckled. “I can stop if you want me to.”
I moved my hips and wrapped my legs around him. It made the feeling of fullness even more apparent now, at a different angle. “Please don’t stop,” I whispered.
He continued to gradually increase his thrusts, his sexy groans making the slight pain even less noticeable, as I tried to focus on his words. “Fu-ucck, baby. You are so tight. You feel fucking amazing.”
I knew the moment he was fully seated inside me, for real, when he let out a guttural groan. Tears ran down the sides of my face and he kissed them as they fell.
“I love you,” I breathed.
As my moans got louder, so did his. He leaned down onto me and began slowing his movement inside me, causing a beautiful, yet delicious twist in my core.
It was more intense than anything I had ever experienced before.
If he kept this up, I didn’t know how I would ever want to leave the house again.
As his arms rested on the sides of my head, he nibbled my earlobe and whispered, “I can’t wait to make love to you every day for the rest of my life.”
I was about to tell him I thought I was close, but his words caused my orgasm to overtake me without warning. His orgasm came a moment later. He continued thrusting through our orgasms and pulled out of me slowly once my legs were no longer shaking.
He moved the hair from my face and kissed my forehead before looking me in the eyes. “Are you okay?”
An intense wave of pure happiness overtook me. I started crying once again. “I am more than okay.” He smiled and let me keep talking. “I didn’t think this was ever something I would be able to enjoy, and that…that was…more than I could have ever imagined.”
“I hope that is something we can recreate and together improve on very soon. Be right back. Don’t move.”
“I don’t think I could move even if I wanted to,” I joked.
He smiled and stood, covering me with the blanket before going into the bathroom. I settled into my pillows with a goofy grin on my face. I heard the water running. His head popped out from the doorway of the bathroom. “Do you have a small towel or washcloth?”
“Cabinet. Under the sink.”
He stared for a moment before smiling and returning to whatever he was doing. When he came back, he put his hand out.
“Where are we going?” I asked. “I told you I can't move.”
He let my hand go and lifted me bridal style. He kissed the side of my neck. “I will clean you up, and you should pee.”
I got weirdly embarrassed that he was telling me I had to pee. “How would you know that I have to pee?” I felt the heat travel up my cheeks.
“It’s nothing to be embarrassed about.” He kissed my lips. “And it’s good for your sexual health to pee after sex. It helps prevent UTIs and all that.”
I looked at him in awe. “Are you always this caring after sex?”
“Never had a reason to be.”
I wasn’t expecting that response, but it was the perfect one. “I love you, Elijah Ryder.”
“And I love you more, Brielle Miller.”
We kissed as he carried me bridal style into the bathroom.
“I think we are going to fight about that a lot?”
He looked down at me as he put me on my feet. He pushed the hair back from my face. His eyebrow rose in slight concern. “Fight about what?”
I went onto my tiptoes and kissed him as I spoke against his lips, “I will always love you more than you love me.”
He smiled, pulling me into a deep kiss as he backed me against the shower wall. “I can’t wait to fight about it every fucking day.”