17. Eva
Seventeen
Eva
His hand is huge and warm on my thigh, and the sensation is intoxicating, sending shivers up my spine and making me weak in the knees.
He pulls me close, his body hot against mine, and then he picks me up like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, and his strong arms support me easily.
His mouth covers mine, his tongue probing, searching, and his hand cups my ass, squeezing and kneading the soft flesh. He carries me over to a table, pushing aside the discarded towels and water bottles, and lays me gently on the hard surface.
Then he steps back, his dark eyes raking over me.
My whole body feels hot and sensitive, and heat spreads across my skin.
His eyes burn into mine.
He runs his big, calloused hand up the inside of my thigh, and the sensation is so intense, I whimper.
A slow, predatory smile spreads across his face.
His thumb grazes the seam of my leggings, tracing a line between my legs.
I moan, and his smile widens.
His hand moves higher, teasing me, until his fingertips reach the elastic band of my panties.
They move lower, and I feel the rough fabric graze my slick folds.
I cry out, and he growls, the deep sound reverberating through me.
His fingers slip beneath the lace, and I gasp.
His thumb circles the sensitive nub, and my body shakes.
The pressure builds, and my hips arch involuntarily, seeking release.
My nails dig into the cool surface of the table, and I cling to it, desperate for release.
His free hand wraps around my neck, tilting my chin upward, forcing me to meet his eyes.
He leans in, his lips brushing mine.
He whispers, his voice hoarse and thick. “That’s it, baby. Come for me while I finger-fuck your pretty pussy.”
And just as his fingers slide into me, curling, the orgasm hits me.
My body shakes, and the world goes white, my senses overwhelmed by ripple after ripple of intense pleasure. Eli’s scent surrounding me. His strength. His fiery eyes eating up every single tremor that shakes my body. The caress of his lips and tongue on my mouth. The big paw still collaring my throat… It’s too much. It’s everything. Fucking perfect.
When I come back down, his arms are wrapped tightly around me, and his stubbled cheek is pressed against my face.
I can hear the steady beat of his heart, and the rise and fall of his broad chest is hypnotic.
We stay like that for a long time, neither of us speaking.
Finally, he lets go and helps me down.
I wobble on unsteady legs, and he catches me.
“Careful,” he murmurs, steadying me.
I look up, expecting to see a smirk on his handsome face, but his expression is serious.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I breathe, reaching for him. “I’m just—”
“Overwhelmed?”
“A little,” I admit.
“I’m sorry.” His tone is sincere, and he brushes a lock of hair behind my ear.
“Don’t be. That was… amazing.”
“It was,” he agrees.
“So what now?”
His arm slides around my waist, and he kisses me, his lips soft and gentle.
“Now, we go back to the lodge so I can properly fuck my woman.”
I let out a startled giggle, slapping his bulky shoulder. “Eli!”
My guy just winks, pulling me into his arms for another devastating kiss. I could get used to this.