18. 18 #3
I slid my pants down, oversized enough that they nearly fell off on their own. Crossing my arms and grabbing at the hem of my shirt, I pulled it upward, slowly over my head. I approached the side of the bed, unsure where to put my body or what he had in mind.
He grabbed my hand. “Take a seat,” he said, laying back, pulling me to him. I crawled on the bed and reached for his pants, to pull them down, but he shook his head. “On my face, Cassie.”
A smile flitted across my lips. No one had ever had me do that before. Elias wasn’t the first man to eat me out, but he’d be the first one to do it like this.
On my knees, I hovered above him, supporting most of my body weight with my legs. He bit the inside of my thigh. “Ow,” I said, a surprised laugh escaping my lips.
“I’m gonna pull a muscle reaching up that high, sit down,” he ordered. He didn’t give me time to do it on my own, and he pulled me down onto his mouth, getting to work, his hand resting on my hip. I trembled at the contact, my hands going to the headboard to support myself.
I didn’t understand how he could do this to me, how he could make me feel as good as I did. There wasn’t a toy in the world that could accomplish what Elias could with his mouth.
He licked me rhythmically, swirling his tongue, and I found myself breathing so hard that I didn’t know if I was going to stay conscious long enough to see it through. It all felt so different from this angle, and despite being the one on top, I felt all the more vulnerable.
Leaning against the headboard, my head fell forward, and Elias moved his head back and forth, sliding his tongue inside me. His hand moved from my hip to between my legs, his thumb helping him while his mouth continued to explore me.
I opened one of my eyes, and glanced down to see him looking right back at me, and he smiled as I met his eyes, picking up his pace.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, squeezing my eyes shut again. I couldn’t look at him, it was too much.
His mouth refocused on my center, his tongue settling into a pattern, driving me to the edge. It felt like he knew my body better than I did myself, giving me exactly what I needed to lose control.
I came again, but he didn’t stop this time, letting me grind against him as I did.
He tried to hold me in place, but my muscles spasmed and I couldn’t hold myself up anymore.
I fell clumsily to the side, and he groaned as I hit the wound on his chest. I shot up, weak from my orgasm, to get off of him.
“I’m sorry,” I said, laying my hand on his stomach.
He shook his head. “More pressing matters.” He leaned forward, kissing me quickly, before digging through his nightstand, grabbing a familiar foil.
I moved around on the bed, pulling his sweats off, grabbing him in my hands while he tore the condom open. I was on my elbows, my mouth inches from him.
“Cassie,” he said, hesitating.
“Mhm?” I asked, looking up to him.
He moved the hair out of my eyes. “There’s nothing more that I want in the world than my dick in your mouth, but we can’t do that right now. I could probably last like thirty seconds, and I’m just not ready to be done with you yet.”
Somehow, heat pulled in my belly again, despite being absolutely spent. “I don’t think I can come again.” I sat up, relinquishing my grip on him.
“Oh, you can,” he insisted. “And you will.”
“I’ll dehydrate,” I retorted.
“Come here,” he said, and I crawled to the nook of his arm, hanging my leg over his. He kissed me gently now, slow and steady. His hand held onto my cheek, fingers in my hair, and his tongue parted my lips, letting itself in. I could taste his hard work on my own tongue.
Tracing the veins in his arm with my fingertips, I thought of how strong he was.
How easily he could pick me up, toss me around, but this moment was so tender.
He was so self-assured, but he always found the time to be gentle with me.
Basking in the afterglow, just being able to touch and kiss him was heaven, even if more was to come.
I heard the unrolling of the condom, and then Elias was facing me, fully on his side, lips still on mine.
I hiked my leg up as far as I could, hooking it over him, and his fingers reached down to feel me.
I was still wet, practically dripping for him.
He positioned himself, teasing around my entrance, then slowly guided himself in.
He moaned into my mouth, kissing me lazily. Moving in and out of me slowly, he slung his arm over my waist to direct my movement as well, pushing and pulling me against him. I was so sensitive now, having come twice already, that his leisurely pace was just enough to not be overwhelming.
We meddled about, rocking against each other. Elias gave up on kissing me, choosing to pant into my hair instead. With my leg already around him, I shifted on top of him, forcing him to roll onto his back if he didn’t want to fall out of me.
Being on top gave me a lot more leverage to grind against him, giving his fingers a break. I leaned forward, finding the friction I needed and began to move on top of him. Elias’s hands found my hair, balling his fists in it.
His hips moved with me, meeting me as I came down, and it didn’t take long after that.
I fell, catching myself so I didn’t land on him, and crashed my lips into his. I sped up now, rushing toward my climax, and I felt Elias squeezing my hip, helping me move on him.
I moaned, coming undone again, dropping over his shoulder, unable to stay upright. Elias held on tight, working on his own orgasm, and took my breast into his mouth. Thrusting his hips harder now, I whimpered with each bounce.
Grunting, he came inside of me, holding his breath to the point of straining himself before finally going limp beneath me, letting my breast go. His breath was ragged, but he kissed me anyway.
“I need to lay down,” I breathed, raising myself off of him and falling to the side.
He pulled the condom off, tying it, tossing it, and hopefully making it into the trashcan. “Are you done with me already? I was just getting started.” If he wasn’t so out of breath I might have believed him.
“Shut the fuck up,” I said, splaying out, taking up far more than my fair share of the bed.
He laughed, completely blissed. “You’re on the wrong side of the bed and you’re hogging the entire thing.”
“I can’t move, Elias. If there was a fire I would die here.” Perhaps I was exaggerating, but it didn’t feel like I was. Nothing had ever happened in my life to compare to the exhaustion I felt. “I don’t think it’s natural to have sex like that. I’m pretty sure I almost passed out at one point.”
“Didn’t I tell you that I was going to go for three the next time?” He asked, flat on his back. He reached a hand out to hold mine. “Sorry about the first one though. That was mean, but I did really want to watch the game.”
“Have you ever had sex with a man?” I asked. Clearly, he had no idea that men lied. They lied all the time. More than once I’d been promised a good time, and I was left completely unsatisfied.
“Uh, no?” He said, perplexed.
“Then you don’t know the immense disappointment of not finishing in half of your sexual encounters. I had no idea that you meant what you said.”
“Half?” He asked. “I’m sad for you. I think that men watch too much porn, and just have no idea what to do when they get a woman naked.” Fingers drifted along my arm. “Not me though, Miss Three Times.” He was so smug. Rightfully so.
I scoffed. “Are you implying that you don’t watch porn or something?”
He played with the fingers on my hand. “I am but a man, Cassie. Of course I watch porn.”
I don’t know why I asked. Curiosity, maybe. “What kind?”
“This is really weird pillow talk,” he commented. “Are you really asking me what I jerk off to?”
I laughed. “I think so.”
“Well, if you really want to know, it’s going to be you after these last few days,” he admitted. “I told you I would never be able to forget how you look under me.”
“What was it like, a week ago? Before you saw me naked?” I asked.
“You ask the most invasive fucking questions.” He sighed.
“Amateur stuff. I like when it’s real people who are actually into each other.
Bad camera angle, the whole thing. It also feels like I shouldn’t be watching it so I feel really dirty afterwards.
” He paused. “Why is this something you want to know?”
I turned to face him, bringing his hand to my lips and kissing his knuckles. “These aren’t normal ‘getting to know you’ questions?”
“Fine, you tell me what you watch then,” he prodded.
“No way,” I said, shaking my head. “I like your answer though, it’s very feminist of you.”
The look on his face was hilarious, equal parts confusion and disbelief. “I don’t think my pornography preferences are what makes me a feminist, but yeah, I’m sure I fit into that club somewhere.”
“I’m sorry, we can change the subject,” I said, giggling.
“Why don’t we go to sleep so you can reset and not be a weirdo in the morning?” He suggested.
“In the morning, everything will be different,” I said. The weekend getaway was almost over, and when we woke up, we’d be interrogated, poked and prodded, threatened, and who knew what else. Elias could be shipped away for testing, or maybe they’d drain out all of his blood to study it.
“No it won’t,” Elias reassured. “Just another setback, and then life goes on. That’s how you get through it, you know?
It’s just another thing you’ve got to do, then it’s over.
Then you can come back here and shack up with me, if you want.
Just until your life settles. I’m going to need help in the shower for a while,” he teased.
“I’m scared, Eli,” I confessed. “I’m really scared.”
“I know, but you don’t need to be,” he said. “I’ll be with you.”