10. 10 #2
My back was arched against his chest now, and the new angle let him reach even further into me as I was practically sitting in his lap. Fingers still circling sluggishly, I leaned back into him. My body was putty now, letting him fuck me however he wanted.
Mouth on my neck, kissing and licking and sucking, I could hear every imperceptible noise that dared to escape him. Every breath interrupted by his movements tickled the hairs on the back of my neck, every moan forced a matching one out of my own mouth.
I bounced against him, lost to everyone and everything but him.
“I want you on your back,” he said, lips at my ear. “I want to watch you come again.”
He let up, pulling himself out of me, and set me gently down from his hold. I rolled over, pushing the hair out of my eyes, and he was right there, hovering over me.
He was slick with us, and he entered me much easier this time around. Falling forward onto his hands, he kissed me while he moved back and forth, his tongue in my mouth echoing the movements connecting us.
Grinding against me, his hips moved in slow, small circles, and I squirmed beneath him, increasing the friction between my legs. His mouth moved down to my chest, and he sucked on my breast, taking as much as he could into his mouth. He bit my nipple, eliciting another moan from me.
He relished the sound, leaning back once more, and my legs wrapped around his back, held up by his hips. One of his hands reached between us, pushing my own out of the way, taking over the work I’d been doing on myself.
My hips came up to meet him on every thrust, and I watched as he tired himself. He began to lean, sweat dripping on the side of his face, but the pace of his hips remained steady, not willing to be done with my body just yet.
I knew I was close again, and I knew he could feel it, too.
“Come for me,” he said, his voice strained.
“Eli–Oh,” I cried, as he hit me harder and harder. “My–” was all I could muster before I lost my breath again, back lifting off the bed. I shook and I screamed, and I was in agony at the pleasure, and my eyes squeezed together so tight I saw stars.
Elias did his best to ride out my orgasm with me, but it was too much, and he pulled out, spilling onto my stomach.
And my chest.
He collapsed beside me, his hand reaching down to make sure I was spent but I pushed it away, turning my head to kiss him instead. I had nothing left to give. He obliged, tasting me a final time.
“I’ll get a towel in a minute, I just. . . damn,” he said, catching his breath.
When his breath had slowed, he walked to the bathroom, still slick with sweat, glowing in the moonlight.
I heard the sink run for a minute, and he was back, a small towel in each hand.
He wiped himself from me with the dry towel before finishing up with the wet, leaving me as clean as possible without jumping into the shower.
He walked the towels back to the bathroom.
“I didn’t mean to call you Eli,” I said, extremely aware of his abject horror at being called a nickname.
He grabbed my hand. “Cassia Hayes,” he said, sitting on the edge of the bed, facing me. “I’ve never come so hard in my goddamn life. Call me whatever the fuck you want.”
I giggled, and he kissed me again, tugging the covers out from underneath me. I was on top of them, still unable to move. He slid in bed next to me, covering us both with the sheet. We were too flushed for anything more.
“I’m serious,” he continued, laying on his side.
He brushed the hair out of my face. “Hot. Unbelievably hot. That’s you, okay?
But I already knew that. I couldn’t have dreamed how you would look under me when you–” he rambled.
“Cassie, I’m never going to forget how you look when you come.
It’s going to replay in my mind every time I close my eyes for the rest of my life. ”
He really was serious. He stared at me, his eyebrows raised and forehead creased, likely replaying his new favorite moment in his head.
“I have to be the luckiest man in the world right now, having just witnessed that twice. Were you keeping count? That I made you come twice? Not zero times, not once, but twice. . . but also not three times. We can try for three next time, that’d be nice.”
I laughed, a full belly laugh, rolling side to side. He didn’t say anything, the expression on his face a little distant. “Are you okay right now?” I asked when my giggles subsided enough to speak.
“No, I’m not okay. I feel like I’m Michelangelo and I just finished painting the ceiling of the Sistine Chapel,” he insisted.
“Do you want any feedback?” I asked, a drunken smile on my face.
“Oh, you already told me. Twice, actually. I’m more than satisfied with my performance tonight.” He propped his head on his arm. “I can’t believe this actually happened,” he admitted.
“What, us having sex?” I asked. It seemed inevitable to me, especially after how close we got the night before.
“Yeah, kinda wild,” he sighed. He looked off into the distance like he was daydreaming.
“Elias, I was late to work everyday for months because I was flirting with you somewhere in the building,” I said.
“It wasn’t like I was scheming or anything. You were off limits in that way.”
“I get it, but. . .” I trailed off. “One of us would’ve given in. Let’s be honest here.”
“You’re right.” He laid his head down on the pillow, pulling me into him. “I was going to ask you out yesterday before you ran off.”
I stilled. “On a date?”
“Yeah, on a date,” he said. “But I think I lost my chance.”
“In public?” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. I thought he was just having fun, just flirting to pass the time. We were only naked in his bed because of a freak incident, and it would’ve been irresponsible on my part to not take the opportunity presented to me.
He was quiet for a moment. “Aren’t most dates in public?”
“I don’t know. Maybe you just wanted to come over and not call me in the morning.” I didn’t want to admit what I was thinking. It was embarrassing to say it out loud.
“You’re so weird,” he muttered. “I would not do that to you.”
Not that I would say it, but I thought it was definitely something he would do, and probably had done.
“You can take me out, Elias.”
He kissed along my neck, the side of my face. “Good.”