Chapter 6
6
ELENA
I feel like the princess who has been rescued from the castle – by which I mean, from my life of running and wandering. From the great unknown of not knowing where I’m going to live. And countless other little details that have come into focus now that I know Clark could be the one.
Even if he’s a bit nuts. If he thinks I could possibly go to sleep without making him come as well, he’s out of his mind.
My hands are shaking as I reach out to stroke the center of his chest. I gradually move my hand lower, dipping it into the front of his jeans, then his shorts. Sure, I’m a bit nervous. But he touches me as if he already knows what I want. So why not attempt to do the same for him?
His rippled abs tremble as I pull out his long, thick shaft. He’s staring into my eyes as if he’s trying to pin my gaze with his. But I can’t resist sitting up to look down at the hot, hard cock in my hand.
It’s long, thick, and almost pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Why is that so wildly sexy? I feel like I’m floating on endorphins, which makes sense after a climax so intense it made me dizzy. Maybe I can blame my sudden bravery on that. “You said you sleep naked. Maybe you could…take these off for me?”
His eyes blaze. It’s thrilling to know that I’m the one who got him this fired up. “But what if I’m shy?”
I smirk, squeezing the base of his length a few times before pulling my hand back. “You said that I’m in control tonight. So either you get naked, or I’m putting my clothes back on.”
His jeans and shorts hit the floor in seconds.
Wow. I’ve never admired a man’s thighs before. Every inch of Clark is tight and chiseled and muscular, and yet he doesn’t seem to have any idea how beautiful he is.
His cock looks a bit too big to be real – not that I’m an expert. My palm automatically strokes him gently. I love the soft grinding sound in the back of his throat, as if he’s holding back a growl. “That feels amazing, baby.”
It only takes a few moments of careful experimentation to realize I’m not going to break it. Squeezing harder, I use both hands to move up and down the entire length, smiling as I see the ways his hips twitch.
I’ve studied different languages to some degree, and body language is one of them. Although Clark is a man of few words, he doesn’t hold back with physical expression. His arm wraps around to hold me close as I stroke him while he nibbles along my collarbone. “You already know what I need, baby. Mmm…yeah…just like that.”
There’s something unbelievably intimate about kissing him so deeply while running my palms up and down his hard, thick shaft. After a while, his breathing becomes erratic. Was mine like that when I was close to coming? I don’t remember. I was completely overwhelmed.
Every muscle ripples and tightens against me as Clark begins to quiver. Suddenly I feel compelled to do more than just stroke him. Pushing away, I move down between his legs as he rolls on his back. Gripping his thick cock, I lick the tip, then suck the few inches that fit into my mouth while working the rest over with my hands.
His hand tangles in the back of my hair. “Fuck, yeah. Look at me, baby. Watch me while I come in your mouth.”
“Mmm-hmm,” I murmur, licking and sucking his warm skin as I stare into his eyes. Finding a rhythm he seems to like, I watch his changing expression over the next several minutes. He’s holding back. He wants to make this last, I can feel it.
I moan from pure desire, then he jerks forward with a choked growl and I feel my mouth flooding with his heat. I swallow several times, his half-lidded eyes staying locked on mine as he clutches me, still slowly pumping in and out of my mouth.
Then he collapses against the bed, staring at the ceiling. Pulling the blankets up, I nestle into the crook of his arm.
“You didn’t have to do that,” he grunts.
“But it was sexy as hell,” I giggle.
“Yeah. It was.”
I legit love that he seems a bit…rattled. As if he genuinely wasn’t expecting that, and now he doesn’t know what to think.
This gorgeous man is definitely a “still waters run deep” kind of guy. I can tell he’s always thinking about several things at once. Maybe he’s spent an awful lot of time alone.
Maybe – oh ! – he was waiting for the right woman to come along? It’s way too soon to think like that, but I’m already secretly hoping that I’m that right woman. The one who belongs with him.
As I drift into sleep snuggled sweetly in Clark’s thick arms, it feels like I’ve fallen under a spell. I didn’t really have any plans or high hopes for my life. Just a quiet little dream that I’d find somewhere safe to live, where I could have a real home and pursue my career.
This man is downright surly to men who corner women, but unbelievably sweet with me. He’s balanced.
After the off-kilter life I’ve had the past few years, I think that finding him is the most amazing luck I’ve ever had.
I just hope that – unlike everything else good in my life – it actually lasts for a while.