Chapter 14
CHAPTER
FOURTEEN
Phoebe
“But you haven’t acted on it,” I say.
“Because you got hurt, baby. What kind of man would I be if I didn’t exercise some patience and wait? Sleeping with you in my arms these past few weeks has been the sweetest torture, Phoebe, knowing what I held against me.”
“Really?” I whisper.
His words soothe something inside of me that I wasn’t even aware was hurting. While I don’t like to think of my marriage with Alex, the fact that he was here earlier has had those memories a lot closer to the surface than they’ve been for a very long time.
“Yeah, really. Why do you think there were pillows surrounding us?” he asks.
“To protect my arm,” I reply.
“To keep you from feeling my hard dick pressed against you as I was curled around you,” he rebuts. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, Phoebe, and while I was making sure you were comfortable and didn’t hurt yourself in your sleep, there was no way to hide my physical reaction.”
Before I respond, I straddle him with my legs on either side of his muscular thighs.
Feeling the proof of his desire pressed against my core sends warmth coursing through me and I mentally curse the fact that I’m still somewhat hobbled by my PICC line and the wound vac.
Because I’d love nothing more than to explore these feelings further.
Instead, I lean in and place my lips against his and whisper, “There are other things we can do, you know.”
His low chuckle has me grinning before he takes over the kiss and I find myself lost in the sensations he evokes in me. When he pulls back, his forehead against mine, he asks, “Is that what you want, sweetheart?”
“Maybe? I don’t know, Eli. I mean I know I was married,” I reply, my eyes growing wide when he growls low in his throat. “But… I mean… damn, this is difficult,” I grumble, huffing out a breath.
Alex didn’t like being ‘adventurous’ so even though I was married, my experience is still limited. Granted, I enjoy reading and have an active imagination, so it’s not like I don’t have ideas, I just don’t quite know how to execute them.
“Talk to me, Phoebe,” he pleads.
I try to pull away but he grips my hips until I settle against him. “I’m not really sure where to start,” I confess.
“The beginning is always a good place, babe,” he replies. “But wherever you’re most comfortable is good as well.”
“Fine. Okay, as I said, we both know I was married so it’s not like I’ve never had sex before, but I never initiated anything,” I say, then add, “because Alex made me feel some kind of way the few times I tried. He didn’t like, uh, going down on me, and said it wasn’t hygienic although he had no problem if I did it to him.
Foreplay was not in his wheelhouse either, for the most part, so I was left disappointed more often than not.
I had a lot of excuses for him, of course…
I was working a lot, school was busy, all the things, but deep down, I knew something wasn’t right.
The day I came home early and found him?
He had her on her hands and knees and was thrusting away as she screamed out her release.
It broke something inside of me because it was someone I knew, someone I went to classes with and I remembered her telling me about her ‘new boyfriend’ and how proficient he was in certain things he did to her.
Everything he wouldn’t do to me or with me which made me doubt myself as a sexual being and a woman.
He broke me, Eli, in one of the worst ways a woman can be broken.
It took a lot of therapy, copious bottles of wine with and without Ella, and finally realizing that it was a him problem, not a me problem before I healed.
But that being said, what if I disappoint you in bed, too?
Because if I did, that wouldn’t just break me, it would shatter me. ”
“So, my first impression of him today was accurate,” he muses.
“He’s a dickhead, plain and simple as far as I’m concerned.
While I am sorry you had to go through that, his loss is my gain, Phoebe.
As far as we’re concerned? Nothing is off limits between us.
If there’s something you don’t like, you only have to tell me.
Now, how about we go and get comfortable and get some rest?
Whatever happens or doesn’t happen is fine. ”
I wave down his chest and ask, “Really?”
“Ignore him, I’ve been doing it for a while now. In fact, I’ve probably jacked off more over these past few weeks than I have since I was a teenager,” he replies, grinning at me.
“I’ll try, but I don’t think it’s going to be as easy as you think,” I warn as he helps me up.
“You go ahead and head to the bedroom, I’m going to make sure everything’s locked up for the night,” he says.
“I think I’ll grab a shower first,” I murmur.
It isn’t easy, but I manage to cover the PICC line and also the wound vac with the protective sheets, put my shower cap on and get into the shower, where I replay the conversation I just had with Eli.
Being completely honest with myself, I never felt the way I do right now, definitely not when I was with Alex, so I already know that things will be better in that respect.
Plus, I know Alex would’ve never tried to track me down the way Eli did.
I’m in the middle of trying to figure things out when Eli’s strong arms wrap around me from behind and he says, “Let me help you, sweetheart.”
Having grown used to his hands on me even though there wasn’t anything sexual, the difference in his touch is night and day. He pulls off the shower cap and tilts my head back to wet my hair as he kisses my neck, causing a moan to burst forth from my lips. “Eli,” I breathe out.
“Relax, Phoebe, I’ve got you,” he replies before he begins massaging shampoo into my scalp. I give myself over to the sensations he’s evoking in my body.
Every touch of his hand, every kiss against my skin brings a heightened sense of awareness and it’s definitely blowing my mind.
I can feel my desire ramping up as he thoroughly washes me before he does the same for himself.
Before I know it, he has me out of the shower and wrapped in a towel as he brushes my hair then braids it into two simple plaits, making me grin.
“You’ve gotten good at that,” I tease as he thoroughly dries me off before rubbing lotion into my skin. Together, we remove the protective sheets from my arms, and he leads me into the bedroom, where the bed is already turned down and the bedside lamp is glowing.
“Practice makes perfect,” he murmurs, his eyes alight with desire as he helps me onto the mattress. The coolness of the sheets against my heated skin has me shivering until he pulls me into his arms. “Now, how about we see if we can both get a little more relaxed?”
I almost purr as I stretch against him, feeling his erection pressed against my lower abdomen. “I like that idea,” I admit. “What do you wanna do?”
“The sky’s the limit, Phoebe, with the exception of actual sex. I’m not willing to take a chance with you having a PICC line,” he warns.
Since I’ve been fascinated by his tattoos, I start tracing them with my fingers as I pepper his chest with kisses. As I move lower, I look up at him from beneath my lashes. “Is this okay?” I ask as I lightly grip his cock in my hand.
“More than okay,” he huskily replies as his face twists in pleasure since I continue to stroke him from the base to the head, swiping my thumb across the pre cum that’s steadily leaking at the tip.
“Mmm,” I murmur as I lick it off. Before he can utter a word, I lower my head and suck him into my mouth, moaning around him which causes his cock to jump in my mouth.
Even though that man refused to reciprocate on me, I’m confident in my abilities and enjoy the fact that I’m able to do this for Eli.
“Fuck,” he groans, his fists clutching the sheet.
I smile as my tongue moves up and down, eager to make him lose control.
I’m so focused on what I’m doing that it takes me a minute to realize I’m now flat on my back and Eli’s shoulders are shoving my legs wide.
“My turn, sweetheart,” he says, giving me a wicked grin that has my toes curling.
“But I wasn’t finished,” I retort. It probably would’ve sounded better if I didn’t squeal at the end when his tongue swiped through my folds, but whatever.
“Tonight’s about you, not me,” he professes.
There’s no self-consciousness at all as he starts licking, sucking, and flicking his tongue against my clit.
Every nerve ending in my body is crying for release, something he must realize because he slides one of his fingers into my sheath.
“Fuck, I could live here,” he mutters as he continues his ministrations. “You gonna come for me, sweetheart?”
“I don’t think I could stop it if I tried,” I reply, my back arching as I grind my pussy against his mouth.
When he adds a second finger, I clench around both digits and begin thrusting my hips to match his own.
My ex might not have been good or adventurous in bed, but I’m a woman who has her own toys and I know I’m about to have one mind-blowing orgasm.
“Eli,” I keen out as it hits me like a freight train, sending me into the stratosphere, complete with fireworks and exploding stars.
Long moments pass as my shudders eventually calm, leaving me sated in his arms as he strokes his hands up and down my back.
“I think when we have sex, it might just kill me,” I tease, kissing his pec. “But what a way to go.”
“No talk of dying, woman,” he rumbles, lightly scolding me. “Now, let’s get you situated so we can get some sleep since tomorrow promises to be a busy day.”
He leans in and kisses me before adjusting us on the bed so that the wound vac that I reattached is situated and I’m comfortable. “Love you, Eli,” I murmur as the sandman chases me into sweet oblivion.
“Love you more, Phoebe,” he replies, kissing my shoulder.