23. Elise #2
I straddle him properly and hold his cock steady at my entrance.
I sink down on him in one long, steady slide until he’s all the way inside my cunt.
The stretch feels bigger in the bright light, no hurry, no risk of being interrupted.
I stay there for a second, full and shaking a little from the first orgasm, letting my body get used to the thick weight of him.
“I’ve already been broken,” I tell him, voice still rough. “I put myself back together. Stop being careful with me. Show me what you really want.”
Rowan’s hands come up to my hips, grip tightening.
“You sure?” he asks, even now.
I roll my hips once, taking him deeper. “I’m sure.”
He moves beneath me.
I start slow at first, lifting myself until just the head of his cock is inside me, then sinking back down in a long, deliberate drag that lets me feel every inch stretching my cunt open.
His cock is thick and hot even through the condom.
I do it again, rising higher this time, pausing at the top so the head catches at my entrance before I take him all the way in one smooth drop.
While I’m riding him like that, his hands slide up my ribs and cover my tits. He cups them fully, thumbs brushing over my nipples before he pinches them lightly, rolling each one between his fingers in steady pulses that match the slow drag of my cunt down his cock. I moan and keep riding.
He sits up suddenly, chest to mine, one arm banded around my lower back to keep me seated on him. His mouth finds the side of my neck while he starts thrusting up into me. He sucks there, open and wet, tongue dragging over my pulse point as his cock drives deeper.
“Harder,” I tell him, voice breaking on the word. “I can take it.”
He groans against my neck and flips us in one smooth move, never pulling out. My back hits the mattress and he hooks my knees up higher, spreading me wider as he sinks back in. He drops his head and sucks one nipple hard into his mouth, teeth grazing, tongue flicking once before he pulls off.
He drags his mouth to my neck and sucks a mark there as he starts fucking me in long, powerful strokes, hips rolling hard and steady.
I wrap my legs higher around his waist and start lifting to meet every thrust. The rhythm shifts fast. He drives into me harder, the slow drags turning into short, deep snaps that punch the air from my lungs.
I roll my hips to chase him, cunt slick and greedy around every thick inch as he fills me.
I dig my nails into his back and pull him closer. He braces on his forearms and gives me exactly what I asked for, fucking me in relentless strokes that make the bed creak under us. His cock stretches me open over and over, the wet drag loud between our bodies.
He gets closer fast. His rhythm turns rougher, breathing ragged against my skin, hips snapping harder as his cock swells inside me.
“You’re safe here too,” I say, voice low and steady right against his ear. “I’ve got you.”
Rowan makes a broken sound and slams in hard one final time. His cock jerks deep inside my cunt as he comes, pulsing thick and hot through the condom while his whole body locks over mine. His hips keep pushing in small, desperate rolls as he spills.
Afterward, we lie tangled together, sweat-cooling and breathless.
The afternoon sun has shifted, casting long amber shadows across my bedroom floor. The croissants are definitely cold by now, probably stale. I can’t bring myself to care about anything except the weight of his arm across my waist and the steady sound of his breathing.
“That was…” I start.
“Still with me?” Rowan asks eventually.
“Barely.” I flatten my palm over his heartbeat. “Give me a minute.”
Silence stretches between us, but it’s comfortable. Replete. The silence of two people who’ve said everything that needs saying with their bodies and are content to simply exist in the aftermath.
“I keep coming back to Lilia,” I say eventually. “To the grocery store.”
His hand stills on my back. “You said on the phone you were relieved. Did that hold?”
“It held. That’s the strange part. I keep waiting for the anger to come roaring back, and it doesn’t.”
“Then what keeps pulling you back to it?”
“The jealousy. I said everything I needed to say to her, and I meant all of it. But that part I can’t put down.”
I shift to look at him. “Ten years of friendship, and underneath all of it, she resented me. The same marriage that was making me feel invisible, and to her it meant I had everything. The perfect husband. The perfect life.”
“That’s absurd.”
“I know. But she believed it. She looked at my life and saw something worth envying, and when Simon paid attention to her, it felt like finally getting something that was hers.” I shake my head. “It’s pathetic. And sad. And I actually felt sorry for her, which I didn’t expect.”
“Sorry enough to forgive her?”
“No. I don’t think I’ll ever forgive her. But I understand her better now. And understanding helps.” I settle against his chest. “Walking away from her, it felt like a door finally closing. It’s stayed closed. That’s how I know it was real.”
“Good.” He presses a kiss to my hair. “You deserve closure.”
“I’m starting to believe that.”
We lie there as the light continues to shift, content in each other’s presence.
“Rowan?”
“Hmm?”
“Stay tonight. And tomorrow night. And maybe the night after that.”
“Are you asking me to move in?”
“I’m asking you to stay.” I lift my head to look at him. “The rest we can figure out later.”
He smiles, and it transforms his whole face. “I’ll stay as long as you want me.”
“That might be a very long time.”
“I’m counting on it.”