Chapter Five #2
“No!” she cries out, hooking her legs over mine and holding tight. “I want you inside me.”
“It’s your first time, baby. Are you sure you want it to be with me?”
A breath shudders out of her. “H-how do you know?”
“This,” I rasp, sliding my right hand between her legs and circling her entrance before dipping my middle finger just inside her. I barely get the tip in before she clenches hard around my finger. “That’s how I know you’ve never had anything inside your pretty little pussy.”
“Oh God,” she sighs, going still with mortification as she turns her face into my neck to hide.
“Did you think I wouldn’t know?”
“Maybe, no. I don’t know.” She exhales shakily. “It’s embarrassing enough being a virgin at twenty-two,” she murmurs.
Twenty-two? I knew she was young, but hearing it said out loud is a whole other thing. Twenty-two. It should stop me cold. It nearly does.
“No—no, don’t pull back,” Chloe cries out, pushing me onto my back and climbing on top of me, her palms braced on either side of my head. “Don’t!”
“I’m thirty-five, Chloe!”
“I don’t care,” she says, her eyes meeting mine in the dark. “My body wants you. I want you.”
“Chloe—fuck!”
All protests dissolve when she drags her breasts over my chest, her nipples brushing mine, wiping every logical thought from my head.
“Your body wants me too,” she whispers, almost shyly as she rolls her hips over my erection, drawing a rough moan from me.
“Oh, it feels good.” She moves against me in a slow, maddening rhythm, her nipples grazing my chest with every upward slide. “Elliott—”
“Fuck me, you like this,” I growl, watching that flushed face tilt back as she grinds her bare clit over the ridge of my sweatpants. I grip her hips and guide the motion, utterly hypnotized by her beauty and helpless to do little but watch her get off.
“Elliott,” she pants, her hips rolling faster and faster until her eyes go glassy.
Her lips part around a broken cry, and a tremble racks her body as she comes.
She shakes through it—nails dragging at the sheets, thighs clenching.
I watch every second of it, feeling myself fall deeper for someone I have no business falling for.
She collapses against me with a soft exhale, the tremors slowing. Whatever point she was trying to prove, well, she has.
“How are you feeling?” I rasp, running a hand down her spine. “Is that enough for you?”
“I…no. I don’t know,” she pants. “Sorry.”
“No need for that.” I roll us, settling her beneath me. “I believe it’s my turn.”
“W-what—”
Her protest is swallowed when I find her mouth, kissing her with the same urgency she just spent on me. My hand slides between her thighs. She whimpers when I work my fingers through her slick folds, circling her overly sensitive clit. Her hips chase my hand despite herself.
She reaches between us, desperate as she tugs at my waistband. When those delicate fingers close around my cock, I damn near lose my mind.
“Fuck,” I growl, thrusting into her grip. My whole body bucks when her thumb grazes the sensitive head. “Goddamn it, kitten.”
“It’s so big,” she whispers—more wonder than nerves. “Will it fit?”
The innocence of that question guts me. “It’ll fit,” I grit out, taking her hand away and guiding myself to her entrance. “Hold on to me, baby.”
“Okay.”
Her arms circle my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin when I notch my cock at her entrance, rubbing my head in circles before gently pressing forward. She tenses, nails biting in deeper.
“Relax for me, kitten,” I rasp, brushing my lips softly over hers until some of the tension leaves her. “That’s right. Fuck, you’re so tight!” I grit my teeth as I work another inch deeper, fighting every instinct to drive home.
She winces, her eyes dropping between us and to where our bodies connect.
“Look at me.”
“It feels big.”
Fuck!
“I’ve got you.” I kiss her chin, her collarbone, then lower—until I pull a stiffened nipple between my lips and suck until her whole body softens, nails scraping my back as she moans.
She arches into me, each roll of her hips drawing me deeper.
I push up, take her mouth hard, and slam forward, burying my cock fully inside her and breaking through the thin veil of her innocence.
She screams against my lips, nails raking my back.
Fuuuck.
She’s tight. Of course she’s tight. I’m her first, and that thought alone sends me rocketing to the edge. I clench my jaw and hold perfectly still, fighting my body back from the brink. I don’t move until the fierce ache in my balls dulls to a throb.
“Hey.” I pull back to look at her. Those wet eyes undo me completely. “Are you okay? Chloe—”
“I’m fine,” she manages, blinking away the tears. “It hurt before, when you…but it doesn’t now.”
“I’m sorry, baby,” I rasp, pressing my forehead to hers. “I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
“I know,” she whispers, lifting her mouth to mine. I kiss her slowly—every feeling I can’t say out loud poured into the press of my lips. I stay still despite the ache. I keep still as she makes the first move. Gently, she rolls her hips—it’s tentative but turns sensual, her moans growing with it.
“Oh,” she whimpers, tracing her hands over my arms. “It feels odd. Good but odd.”
“I’ll make it better.”
I grip her thigh and bring it to my waist, sinking deeper. I drop my face to her throat, dragging my teeth over her skin as I roll my hips gently into hers. My mouth hovers over her nipple, breathing softly against the bud but not touching her.
“Elliott!”
“Patience, kitten,” I rasp, grinding my hips into hers. I angle my body so the base of my shaft catches her clit with every slow stroke. I ignore the roaring need to take her fast and hard, moving at a pace that has her writhing and begging. “I’ll give you more.”
My mouth closes around her nipple in hot suction, causing her back to bow off the bed with a sob. Her hips arch, pulling me deeper. Her tight pussy flutters around my cock, clenching and releasing.
“Elliott, please.”
I break. I take her lips and lose myself, hammering into her with everything I have. She cries out, fingers strangling my arms as I drive into her so hard the headboard cracks and the bed groans beneath us. I grip her hip and move like a man possessed, pouring every last bit of my want into her.
I want her. Forever.
Mine. Mine. Mine.
She comes with a scream, her thighs locking around me as I pound through it.
It’s my name on her lips when her pussy clenches hard around me before releasing in rough, rolling shudders.
She claws at my back, lost, and I chase her through it—watching every expression that crosses that beautiful face—until my own climax comes roaring in.
It’s so perfect, it aches.
A mix of pain and pleasure I have never known before her.
My stomach seizes, muscles lock, and then everything releases at once as pleasure crashes through me.
I come with a rough shout, driving hard into her as I come—thick ropes of cum coating her inner walls.
My thrusts slow but don’t stop—wringing out every last shudder as I pour into her everything I’ve held back for days.
No more. Chloe is mine.
Memories or no memories, I am never letting anyone take her from me.
“Perfect,” I breathe, brushing my lips over her brow, the tip of her nose, her cheeks. “You have no idea how goddamn beautiful you are.”
“You make me feel beautiful,” she whispers, burying her face in the crook of my neck as I roll us. “I’m glad it was you, Elliott. Thank you.”
Her words make me laugh— I bite back the urge to tell her that there will never be anyone else. Instead, I wrap my arms around her and breathe her in. “Rest for a bit. Then I’ll clean us up.”
“Yeah,” she says with a yawn, curling into me. “A little while.”
She drops into sleep in seconds. She doesn’t stir when I clean the crimson from between her thighs. She doesn’t wake when I climb back into bed and pull her close.
I love her. I am in love with this precious little gift the ocean gave me.
It’s going to kill me if her memories come back and—no. I can’t think that way. I’ll make her time here worth it. Whatever life she had before Eden Cove won’t matter in the face of what we build here. The memories that will matter are the ones she makes with me.
She’s mine.
Mine.