24. Beckett
Beckett
Bright lights dance on the edge of my vision as I pump my hips forward for the final time.
“Goddamn.” The word is more of a prayer than a curse, because this woman is a fucking gift.
Blinking away the haze, I look down at the sight below me.
Elouise, mouth wide around my cock, tears trailing down her cheeks, and a wicked gleam in her eyes.
My limbs are on the verge of trembling and as much as I want to stay just like this, I don’t want to collapse and actually choke her with my dick.
Carefully, I move off her. Elouise’s lips making a small popping sound when my cock pulls free.
Once I’m clear, I drop onto my back beside her.
There’s something about trying to be quiet that adds an extra layer of intensity, and my heart is still beating wildly in my chest. But as my blood settles, and the ringing in my ears stops, I wonder if we didn’t fail miserably at being quiet.
We lay in the silence for another moment, I figure since I don’t hear shouts from outraged parents, we must’ve succeeded.
“Wow… that was… wow,” Elouise sounds dazed and I can’t stop the grin that pulls across my face .
I roll my head to the side so I can look at her, “You can say that again.”
Holding my gaze, she mouths wow one more time.
I grin harder, and mimic her, mouthing the word back.
She starts to smile but it’s interrupted by a full body shiver.
Realizing that we’re both sprawled out, exposed to the frigid air, I sit up and quickly rearrange the blankets until we’re buried under a pile of fabric.
Elouise sadly takes the time to tuck her fabulous tits back into her tank top, so I snag my boxer briefs and shimmy them up my legs. I don’t mind sleeping naked, but if there’s a sudden emergency outside the tent that I need to run to, I’d rather be in my underwear than nothing at all.
Laying back down, I pat my chest, “Come here.”
With zero hesitation, Elouise shifts closer until she’s snuggled into my side. Her arm around my waist, her leg hiked up over mine - the perfect fit.
I want to say something. But I can’t think of anything better than wow , so I just press a kiss to her forehead.
Elouise lets out a satisfied sound and rubs her cheek against my chest. “Goodnight, Beckett Stoleman.”
I smile into the dark, “Sweet dreams, Smoky Darling.”
Just like last night, she drops straight into sleep.
My fingers trail up and down her arm, the feel of her soft skin soothing my mind.
As my eyes get heavy, I hug her to me even tighter.
She might think this was a one-time thing, but I’m not done. I’m not even close to being done with Elouise Hall.