Twenty-Eight
Elias
Stripped – Payale Royale
I watch as her chest rises and falls, her face a picture of calm.
Last night, on our way back from NINE, she fell asleep in my car.
She woke up as the engine dimmed, startled slightly before I carried her up to bed.
She fell asleep with her head on my chest. Last night was the deepest I had slept in years.
I felt complete, like a piece of myself had finally found its way home.
Most nights, my sleep is shallow and restless, my mind always running. But last night there was nothing. Just the steady rhythm of her breathing and the warmth of her body curled into mine.
My fingers hover just above her arm, resisting the urge to wake her. Goosebumps pebble her skin even though I haven’t touched her yet, her body reacting to the promise of it.
So. Fucking. Responsive.
I study every inch of her. The faint crease in her cheek from the pillow. The way her hair spills across my sheets like pale ink. My sheets. My bed. My house.
My woman.
I don’t know how long I’ve been awake staring at her, but I know I need to shower. Careful not to wake her, I climb out of bed, my bare feet landing on the warm sheepskin rug. I wipe sleep from my face as I walk to the bathroom.
Turning on the shower rainfall setting, I stand under the spray, the warmth of the water engulfing me.
Tension leaves my body, and I let out a long groan.
My head dips under the cascade of water, my thoughts instantly traveling back to last night when I felt Kat squirt on my face.
I meant it when I said it was the hottest fucking thing I’d ever seen.
I was lapping it up like a man who hadn’t had a drink in days.
And when I finally felt her pussy wrapped around my cock, seeing my come dripping down her thighs?
This girl isn’t going anywhere. I wonder if she knows that, too.
I need to feel the taste of her on my tongue again soon.
I picture her walking out the front door of my house, disappearing down the long driveway, leaving this place empty again. The idea sends a sharp, painful slice through my stomach.
Yeah, that’s not happening.
My cock grows hard again. But I resist the urge to touch myself because, out of the corner of my eye, I see her. She’s standing in the doorway like she’s unsure if she’s allowed to be here. Little does she know, this is exactly where I fucking want her.
“You’re welcome to watch, little rebel, but it’s more fun if you join in,” I say, turning to her so she can see the full effect of what she does to me.
She’s standing there in my shirt that barely covers her ass, her hair still tangled with sleep. A flush creeps across her chest, and I know she wants this just as much as I do.
For a moment, she just stands there, watching me as if she’s memorizing me the same way I’m memorizing her. Something dark and satisfied creeps through my chest at the thought.
Her eyes drop to my cock, widening slightly before moving up my body.
She doesn’t look away as she licks her lips and begins slowly unbuttoning my shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
I can’t suppress the lazy grin that touches my face as she walks towards me.
I’ll never get sick of seeing her body. Her tits are fucking perfect, as if they were made for my hands alone.
Her soft stomach and thighs ripple slightly with each step, making my cock twitch.
Mine.
The word flashes through my mind before I can stop it. Something dark and possessive inside me stirs, edging dangerously close to obsession.
Fuck, she’s perfect.
I hold out my hand to help her into the shower, and the water engulfs us both as our lips collide.
My hands find her ass. I give a firm squeeze and pull her close to me, her bare stomach pressing against my aching cock.
She lets out a soft moan, and a low growl erupts in my throat.
Her hands tangle in my wet hair, pulling my head hard against her mouth.
She has no idea what that sound does to me.
That little needy noise in the back of her throat hits something primitive inside me.
“It’s so cute you think you’re in control, little rebel,” I say, pulling away from her.
A confused look scrunches up her face.
I grab her hips, spinning her around and pinning her against the shower glass.
The view in the mirror is a fucking masterpiece, as if painted by Michelangelo himself.
She braces her palms, and her tits press against the glass, which gives me the perfect view of her nipples.
My grip tightens on her hips as I look at our reflection, my cock stirring in response.
“Look at you all splayed out for me, ready to take my cock. Fuck, you’re perfect,” I breathe against her neck as she lets out a small tremble.
My hand snakes in front of her until I find her clit, engorged and needy for me. Her hips buck against me, chasing the friction I’m withholding from her.
“Please, Elias,” she moans, her breath fogging the glass.
My name leaving her mouth does something dark to my brain. I’m fucking addicted. I want to hear it repeatedly until it’s the only name she knows how to say when she’s on the edge. I want to be the only person able to drag this orgasm out of her. Fuck, I’m completely screwed.
“Use your words. What do you want, Kat?” I whisper in her ear, enjoying the goosebumps that pebble over her skin in response.
“Touch me, make me come.”
A slow smile spreads across my face.
“Good girl.”
She shivers at my praise as I dip two fingers inside her, my cock throbbing painfully at how wet she is as I begin to circle her clit with my fingertip.
Just enough to feel pleasure, not enough to make her come.
She grinds her hips against me, desperate for release, so I pull back slightly.
She lets out a frustrated groan. I like her like this—desperate and needy, chasing something only I can give her.
My free hand circles her waist, holding her in place before I slide my throbbing cock inside of her. She cries out in shock and pleasure. I press my fingers harder against her clit as I bury myself to the hilt, her pussy spasming around me, making my balls clench.
“Oh my god…” she pants.
“What did I tell you, little rebel? God doesn’t get the pleasure of having his name fall from your lips.
” I thrust into her hard, making the shower glass rattle on its hinges.
“If you’re going to cry out for someone, Kat, it’s going to be me.
” I pull back to the tip. “I’m your God now,” I whisper against her ear as I slam back into her.
She lets out a long, breathy moan as her pussy contracts at my words; I know she’s close to coming.
I move my hand down and gently pinch her clit, and she screams as she shatters.
Her pussy strangles my cock as I thrust sharply into her, dragging every ounce of pleasure I can out of her.
She feels like heaven, and I don’t know how I’m ever going to get enough of this feeling.
She shakes as she comes down, but I don’t stop.
I keep pounding into her, the momentum making the shower glass shake harder now.
“Fuck, I’m going to come,” I grunt.
“Yes, Elias. Come inside me, please,” she breathes as she pushes back into me.
My cock is so deep in her pussy. Two more thrusts and I explode. My whole body is electric as my white-hot come shoots into her pussy in long bursts. My hands grip and squeeze her hips as I come down, feeling intoxicated.
For a moment, the world goes completely quiet, just the sound of the water and her breathing.
My forehead drops to her shoulder as I steady myself.
I could stay buried inside her for hours, holding her exactly where she belongs.
I don’t know how long we stay like this, our bodies joined together in bliss, but the room suddenly fills with steam.
“You’re fucking perfect, Kat. I will never get tired of this,” I tell her as I pull out of her, taking a moment to enjoy the sight of my come painting her pussy and dripping down her inner thigh.
The urge to gather it all up with my fingertip and push it back in almost overwhelms me.
But right now isn’t about me, it’s for her.
I kiss her neck and shoulders as I clean her off.
She gasps and grabs my shoulder for support as I clean her pussy.
Getting out of the shower, I wrap her in a fluffy towel before drying myself off.
“I’m going to cook breakfast. Any requests?” I ask, pulling her into my arms and kissing the top of her head.
“I could really do with a coffee, I’m so sleepy,” she replies with a yawn.
“Get dressed, and I’ll have coffee and breakfast waiting downstairs.”
I give her a quick kiss, throw on some sweatpants and head downstairs. I decide pancakes are on the menu this morning. Cooking isn’t something I usually do for people, but the idea of her sitting in my kitchen while I feed her something warm does something strange to me.
I knock up some pancake mix, cautious not to get flour everywhere. I’m halfway through cooking them when Kat pads down the stairs. She’s wearing the same clothes from last night. I chide myself for not thinking ahead and buying her clothes to keep here.
“Mmm, coffee,” she says, gravitating towards the coffee machine, stopping beside me for a quick kiss.
I place a plate of blueberry pancakes in front of her as she sits down at the island.
“Thank you,” she says, her fingers toying with her necklace. “I’m not hungry, though.”
“I heard your stomach growl in your sleep,” I say, holding her gaze.
She wrings her hands, her eyes locked on the counter. “I’ll just get something later,” she mumbles. As she sips her coffee, her stomach betrays her with a growl.
I watch her carefully. “Why won’t you eat?”
She pauses, her coffee cup halfway to her lips. Her eyes close, as if fighting an invisible battle in her head. “I do… I just prefer to eat alone,” she whispers.
My jaw tightens at her words. Who the fuck made her feel like she must hide something as basic as eating? Her knee shakes restlessly, her eyes darting to the door.
I rush to the island, my hands finding her ass, and she lets out a small shriek, wrapping her legs around me for stability as I pick her up and drop her onto the counter. Her startled laugh fills the kitchen, and for a moment, the tension cracks.
“Look at me.” I tilt her chin up. “Humans need to eat to survive. Your body is perfect, and If I have to drop to my knees and worship you like a holy statue to prove it, I will.” My thumb brushes her bottom lip.
“If I have to kiss every inch of you to wash away what others have said, I will.” I kiss her collarbone.
“If I have to tell you for a hundred years that your body is perfect, even when we are both old and gray, I will.” My voice drops lower.
“And I won’t stop doing any of these things until you know with every fiber of your being that it’s true. ”
Her breathing hitches, and her eyes glass over.
“You are perfect for me, Kat,” I say, holding her chin firmly between my fingers. “Exactly the way you are.”
“I promise to try,” she whispers, eyes looking deep into mine. “I promise to try, but it might take some time.”
“I’m a patient man.” I kiss her deeply, her tongue probes my mouth as I squeeze her hips, her soft skin spilling over my hand.
Fuck, I love this.
After a few moments, I pull away.
“Let’s start with now,” I say as I nudge the plate of pancakes towards her.
She chews her lip before cutting a small piece and putting it into her mouth.
Pride swells in my chest as I watch her eat. I kiss her head before I grab my own plate of pancakes.
My phone buzzes in my pocket. Pulling it out, I smile to myself as I see it’s the text from Gareth I’ve been waiting for.
“When you’ve finished, you’re coming with me. I have something to show you.”