Chapter 5
FIVE
ELISE
Hayes caresses me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.
His fingers trail over me as if I’m made of glass. Though nothing about the way he looks at me feels fragile.
His stare is fierce and reverent. It steals the very breath from my lungs.
His weight settles back over me, pressing me into the mattress. I’m keenly aware of every place our bodies touch—bare skin sliding against bare skin. His hard edges against my soft curls.
The heat of him sears me to my core. My heart thunders in my chest, matching the wild rhythm of the storm outside.
When he kisses me again, it’s consuming. As if nothing else exists in the world but him and me and this intense desire brewing between us.
My skin tingles as his mouth moves down my body. His tongue and teeth scrape against my breasts. My toes dig into the bedspread.
He blows his hot breath over my nipple and it puckers. “That’s a good girl.”
My belly quenches. “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning on it.” He captures my nipple and his mouth and pulls it into his mouth. I cry out, bucking up as a flush of desire rushes to me.
He slides his hand under the waist of my leggings. I spread my legs apart as his fingers delve through my curls.
“Fuck me, you’re so wet,” he says against my breast.
“I have been for days.”
He chuckles, and it vibrates against my nipple, sending another shock of desire through me.
His long, middle finger finds my clit and moves around in slow, deliberate circles.
My belly tightens again, and my eyelids flutter shut. I focus on the dual sensations flowing through me. Feeding the pulsing desire.
After suckling my other nipple, he releases them with a groan. I need to taste you.
With a trail of kisses down my belly, his whiskers tickle my skin, adding another delightful shiver down my spine. He peels my leggings down and settles between my legs.
His mouth joins his fingers, working at my pussy, drawing pleasure from deep within my body.
I bite down on my lip to keep from screaming.
But that’s not what he wants.
He pulls back slightly, blowing on my clit. “Let me hear, you sweetheart. I want you to scream.”
My fingers slide into his thick hair, tugging on it. “You have to work for it.”
He chuckles. “Oh, I will.”
With new vigor, he works my numb with his tongue. His hands slide back up to massage my breasts. He pinches my nipples as he sucks my tongue between his lips.
It’s too much.
I fall over the edge as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. Pulling me under until I can’t think. I can barely breathe.
He stays with me. Drawing every last drop of pleasure from me.
My body is still languid, as he kisses his way back up me until his lips meet mine. I can taste myself on his tongue. It’s oddly intoxicating.
It makes me want more.
“Take me,” I say, tearing my lips from him. “I want you inside of me.”
“Say the magic word.”
I clasp his cheeks between my hand. “Fuck me. Now.”
With a laugh, he leans over to a nightstand and retrieves a condom. I take it from him, ripping the foil with my teeth.
Gripping his long, thick cock, I roll the condom down his length. Teasing him with strokes and squeezes as I do.
“Fuck.” He hisses through his teeth. “I can’t wait to be inside of you.”
“Then don’t.”
I position him at my entrance and buck up my hips to greet him. He thrusts inside of me with matching moans of pleasure.
He holds still a moment, giving me a moment to adjust to his size.
When I’m ready, he moves again. I gasp and cling to his shoulders. My nails biting his skin as a new pressure builds inside of me.
We move together, matching one another stroke for stroke.
Sliding his hand down to the back of my knee, he pulls my leg up and angles his hips. Finding the spot inside of me that craves his cock.
“Are you gonna come for me again?” he asks. He pumps his hips harder. “Are you going be a good girl?”
I plant a hand on his ass and press myself more deeply. “Right there. I’m almost there.”
He keeps going, drilling and pumping. A thin sheen of sweat covers our skin.
When at last, I can’t resist anymore, I go soaring again. I take him with me this time as he finds his release with a shout.
After, we lie together, our bodies a tangle of limbs and heat under the worn quilt he pulled over us.
Outside the open door, the fire crackles softly in the background, a low, soothing background to the echoes of pleasure still thrumming through my body.
Hayes rests on his side, one arm slung possessively around my waist, his hand splayed low over my stomach. His thumb traces lazy circles against my skin, sending little aftershocks through me.
I shift slightly to look up at him, and find him already watching me, his eyes softer than I’ve ever seen them.
“Hey,” I whisper, my voice rough with exhaustion.
“Hey,” he says back, his voice so low it vibrates in my chest.
For a moment, we just look at each other, and it feels like the world has shrunk down to this—this bed, this cabin, this man.
“You okay?” he asks, his hand tightening slightly on my waist.
I nod. “More than okay.”
He smiles, small and rare, and I want to take a picture of it to keep forever.
But as the initial bliss ebbs, a flicker of uncertainty creeps in.
“What now?” I murmur.
Hayes’s brow furrows slightly, and he pulls me closer, tucking me against his chest. I rest my ear over his heart, listening to its steady beat.
“Now,” he says, his lips brushing the top of my head, “we take a nap so I can make love to you again in a few hours.”
“I like the sound of that.” My grin slips. “And after that?”
He tucks a lock of hair behind my ear. “We enjoy what we have now and figure out the rest later.”
It’s not a full plan, but it’s good enough for now.