Chapter 18
HAYES
Vaguely, I hear the door slam shut behind us, but I already feel her fingers gripping my shirt through my open coat.
The tension all night has been palpable.
I’ve been desperate for the minutes on the clock to disappear so we could end up in this very moment with my mouth on hers.
Every kiss is shameless because our tongues are quick and our mouths slick and warm.
“If this is great sex, then I’m going to give credit to the chocolate,” Elodie murmurs against my mouth as our lips struggle to part.
I rumble a chuckle in my throat as I back her farther into her apartment. “Someone might be getting spanked for that, and I would much rather go slow with you right now.”
She smiles against the corner of my mouth.
I’m testing my restraint because I’ve wanted her naked since the moment I saw her in this black dress.
Her coat disappears along our journey toward her room, and my fingers find the zipper of her dress.
I really need to pace myself because I want to trace every curve of her, but she is clawing at my shirt, and it seems we’re desperate.
I snake my arms around her to hoist her up. Her legs wrap tightly around me as I lead us straight to her room and deposit her onto the bed, quick to slide off her loose dress, leaving her in her matching black lace lingerie and her hair splayed on the mattress.
Taking a step back, I hiss with my grin. “Indulge, I shall.” In harsh movements, I take off my shirt while I watch her lift one knee up, and her finger finds the corner of her mouth to nibble. But it’s her eyes that will be my undoing. Hers narrow with challenge and an invitation.
We are both sure about all of this. Every minute of tonight. We don’t need to discuss it; it’s all blatantly obvious.
I continue to appraise her and the way she squeezes her thighs tightly. Joining her on the bed, I’m careful not to smother her as I pin her body to the mattress.
“Fucking beautiful,” I whisper to her before I trace the curve of her neck with my teeth.
Her breath is already heavy, and her body arches up off the blanket, summoning my body to be closer.
I nip near her collarbone. “Slow,” I remind her.
“Hayes,” she groans in a playful way.
I wrap my hand carefully around her throat, applying just enough pressure to keep her in place but not enough to hurt her.
“I’ll show you what we do when we wait,” I say against her skin as my free hand parts her thighs open. “I can already feel how wet and needy you are, and I’m not even touching your pussy yet.”
My thumb strokes her inner thigh, feeling her hot skin.
“You’re going to make me beg tonight, aren’t you?” she asks quietly.
I release her throat, and my long finger taps her mouth. “And we’re going to love every second of it.”
I slither down the mattress and position myself between her knees, which I spread, and I notice the way she shivers.
Ensuring our eyes lock, I begin to kiss her softly up her skin with purposely slow movements.
Her skin is silky and smells good. A mixture of her coconut soap and the smell of her arousal.
Both my tongue and my cock crave the taste.
Every small touch of skin and our shared gaze only tightens the rope between us. This isn't physical, our emotions have already bound together some time ago. We just needed a night to take the time to soak in every realization.
Another kiss high enough on her thighs, both sides, and she moans because I am so close, yet it’s not enough for her. This is restraint because I crave things in life, and she is the best of them all.
The tip of my tongue near her crevice coaxes her apart.
At last, my mouth meets her flesh with a single brush of my tongue over her drenched panties, and it's all it takes for her to gasp my name.
It encourages me to press my thumbs deep into her thighs while I drag up and down her pussy in a stroke.
My nose repeats the action, inhaling as I do, before I slide the fabric to the side.
Finally, I taste her, directly on the source, and she’s even better.
I bury my face between her legs and let her vibrate against my tongue.
Every flick earns a twitch of her hips, every gentle suck a near-silent plea for more.
I’ll be damned if I don’t get to have her reacting to me this way for the rest of my life.
I’m only using my mouth and still need to fill her with my cock.
Her fingers tangle in my hair to anchor herself, and the room echoes with her reaction when I insert one digit inside of her. I peer up to see her fisting the sheets, and pride booms as I circle her clit.
“Fuck.”
I smile to myself while I continue my pursuit. I’ve learned that Elodie might appear to be a woman who follows the rules in the office and raises our child with patience and manners. But oh, this woman can have a mouth.
And I love it.
Even when she mumbles my name through curses, the sound goes straight to my cock.
I’m not stopping until she comes on my mouth.
Her hips buck, and I continue my mission.
I had her in bed years ago, hell, I’ve shared a bed with her the other week to sleep.
But having her in bed with me doing this to her? It’s obscenely different.
My fingers curl, and my tongue speeds up, and when she begins to let out her orgasm, I stay on her clit as she shudders, clinging to me until her wave breaks. I give her a second to recover.
I expect her to say something, but after a few moments she propels her body slightly up and captures my mouth for a kiss as her hands begin to lower down my abs to my unzipped pants, together we work them off.
She wraps her hand around my cock, and my body ripples from her touch. “I have an IUD.” Her voice is scratchy with lust.
“Good, because I don’t want any barrier between us; we have enough obstacles in our lives right now.
” Her head falls back as she giggles. Inside, I picture her the way she would have looked pregnant, beautiful, and what she would have felt like carrying my child.
That just sends me on a track of determination to be inside her.
I lead her back down until she is flat on the mattress, and I lie on my side next to her.
Elodie rubs her body against mine, needy and impatient. She pumps my cock, exploring my length while my mouth covers hers. I sling her leg around my waist. My hand captures her, interlaces our fingers, and stretches above her head along the mattress.
I take one of her nipples into my mouth, and she moans.
“Your breasts are more beautiful than I remember.” I gaze at the other.
It doesn’t slip my mind that her breasts have changed because of our child.
I release her wrist, but she stays put as my hand travels down the slopes along the side of her body before I position my cock.
Our eyes lock, and I make no mistake that this isn’t exactly meaningless between us, nor wild like the bathroom. We’re intentional with our chemistry now.
When I push up inside her, slow and deliberate, she gasps, the nails of one hand sinking into my shoulders.
Fuck, she's snug, heat smothering every inch of me.
I grit my teeth and go slowly. She moans, low and desperate, rolling her hips up to meet me as we lie on our sides, our bodies so tightly entwined.
I dig my fingers into her waist, hold her steady, and give her another inch.
"Hayes," she chokes out. "You feel—oh..."
“Like you're mine?” I finish her sentence and thrust a little harder.
Her breath is heavy, and her pussy is slick for me as she nods.
I curse under my breath, feeling her tighten around my shaft, binding us tighter together, and I press farther in and pick up my speed, grunting as I slam into her, but she takes every inch.
I’m no longer delicate, only intent on staying buried inside her because this woman has the power to make me unhinged, and I'm lost in her.
We move together, my hand finds the back of her neck, and I fist some of her hair to ensure our eyes don’t break contact. She begins to dig into the skin of my arms as our moans collide.
One jolt and I have her completely on her back, her legs binding around me and her nails scraping along my shoulders and back. The walls of her pussy squeeze, and I’m losing control.
“Elodie.” My voice sounds gravelly against her neck.
We are completely tangled yet one body, especially as I push deeper. Everything intensifies, and my middle begins to clench.
“Come for me,” I demand, struggling to keep my cock waiting. Slowing our thrusts only magnifies our connection. Our foreheads touch as we sink into the feeling of one another.
We stay in sync until she insists that we pick up our pace, our mouths fused, and when she unleashes her moan, I follow her trail of an orgasm, collapsing on top of her but staying at home inside her.
Our hearts are racing, and I feel her chest rising and falling under my cheek.
“Did you feel that?” My voice is ragged.
“Mmhmm,” she answers drowsily.
I have a crooked half-grin. “You have the power to undo me every time.” I’m not sure I should be admitting that aloud, but I need to make it clear to her that she has a hold on me. In our dynamic, as much as I could hold power over her, she gets to have some too.
Her heavy eyes snap open as her hands cradle my face, and she doesn’t say a word, only pulls me into a messy kiss, and we lie there, two completely spent bodies well aware that we are both unraveling into something more.
We have ridiculous smiles on our faces where we lie in bed after waking up a minute ago.
The sun is out in full force on a morning that appears chilly.
This bed? Quite the opposite. Body warmth does wonders, and Elodie has been in my arms most of the night as I spooned her from behind.
Fucked her a few more times from that position as well.
But now our sleepy somberness is disappearing, and she rests her chin against my bare chest as I lie back and she stares up.
“What happens now?” she mentions quietly with a shade of humor in her voice.
My eyes grow large. “Thinking of a post-sleeping-together exit strategy that doesn’t involve disappearing?”
She licks her lips and grins. “Nah.”
“Whip me up some frozen waffles?” I joke.
Quickly, she pinches me and straddles me with her on top, dragging the sheet with her to cover her breasts. “I’m making breakfast now?”
“You make it sound like we're domesticated. I call it refueling.”
She shakes her head, entertained. “We have a few hours before I need to pick up Lola.”
“Let’s do something with her this afternoon,” I suggest.
“Sounds like a good idea, just…”
I turn my facial expression into a stern warning because I have a feeling of where this is going.
“Let’s be mindful of what we say or do when it comes to us.”
There it is. I thought this would come up, even if it is logical.
“Don’t want her to get any ideas?” I’m prying because I need to know the long-term plan. Last night isn’t a one-off. I won’t let it be.
“I mean, I think I already saw her refer to Berry and Bagel as Mommy and Daddy before they kissed. We have to tread carefully. Not until we are…”
“Certain,” I supply, and she nods. “Well, you might want to hurry it up on the train. It’s moving.”
She appraises me for a second before she crawls off me to sit on the edge of her bed with her back to me, and I’m quick to judge that this is her way of hiding what’s inside her head.
Sitting up, I kiss her shoulder. “Just say it,” I tell her.
“You are so persistent and sure.”
“I’m also always right.” It's not cockiness, it's confidence.
Elodie looks down at her feet dangling near the floor. “Maybe that scares me… You weren’t even in my life six weeks ago.”
“Time doesn’t matter, so you better catch up, sweetheart.”
She rolls her eyes at me. “Is that your way of twisting inside of me and softening my resolve? Calling me sweetheart with just a tad bit of a southern drawl in it? You know, sometimes names of endearment can really fuck with a woman. Congratulations, you unlocked that.”
I give her a self-assured grin. “As I say, I only succeed. Now let me show you what our mornings are like.” I begin to pull her arm to reel her back into bed.
She gives in, and I soon have her underneath me while I distribute my weight with my forearms, careful not to crush her. Our eyes are in a deadlock with an apparent intensity.
“You’re ahead of me, but I’m still trailing behind, not finding another path,” she whispers. “Tell me you and I won’t screw things up.”
“We won’t,” I promise.
She lifts her head to kiss me fervently.
Our date was a success.
Now I just have more to conquer with her.