Chapter 48 Elijah
Elijah
“We look ridiculous.” Tobias laughs, covering his face with his hands.
I take his palms away from his eyes, and pin them down by his sides, as we look at our reflection in the floor length mirror in the corner of the room.
“Don’t you dare. These are immaculate.” I wrap his arms around himself as I snuggle him close to my chest.
We’re wearing matching Christmas sweaters I bought online for the weekend—mine is blue with chunky snowflakes and a big snowman wearing a top hat in the center, and Tobias’s is red with oversized jingle bells all around and a big Santa Claus head in the middle.
“Why do we have to wear these again?” He chuckles, resting his head back on my shoulder so I can kiss his neck.
“Mmm, so we can be festive.” I mumble into his warm skin.
We made it here just before midnight, meaning we’ll be spending Christmas Eve and Christmas Day tucked away in the boathouse.
Thankfully, we’d stocked up on everything we could possibly need for the weekend—heaters, food, and drinks—and the upper level of the lake house is still in good condition.
If we need to use the restroom, we can, without having to deal with the damage on the ground floor.
For the first time, in what feels like forever, there is literally nothing for us to worry about and it feels amazing.
All we’ve got to think about is being present. Here with each other is exactly where we’re supposed to be.
“I’m happy we actually made it here. I didn’t think we would.” I hear a hint of sadness in his voice as he says it which hits my heart. Turning him around to face me, I take his hands and bring them up to my lips.
“Whatever you want, at any time, I’ll always try and make it happen for you. I promise you that,” I say softly, kissing his fingertips gently.
His lips pull into a smile as he watches me. “I like the sound of that,” he says quietly. “I mean, you already made this happen.” He looks around the room, and I have to admit, I really did knock it out of the park.
Whenever I could these past couple of weeks, I’ve been picking up little things to make this Christmas special for him. I wanted this to be the first one he’d remember happily.
I brought up some small, multi-colored lights to hang around the window frames, to go along with the white ones that were already there.
In the corner, a small Christmas tree sits, a little crooked, but I like it that way, dressed in hand-me-down ornaments, a string of photos of us, and tinsel that keeps falling no matter how many times I fix it.
Two stockings I found at the restaurant hang on the wall near the heater, one red, one green, both a little lopsided from the tape not sticking well to the wood.
The cot’s covered in thick blankets and a couple of freshly washed pillows, since we…um…ruined the last ones.
Above it, the skylight window shows the sky filling with lazy flakes of snow, each one catching the light from the string bulbs like it’s glowing.
It’s not perfect, but…it feels like us. Warm, quiet, and full of love.
“We should capture this moment in time.” I chuckle, picking up my camera from the window sill.
Tobias jokingly groans, throwing his arms over his face. “I’m not feeling very photogenic right now, E.”
I gasp, grabbing his arms and shoving them down. “Are you kidding!? Look at you.” I smile, snapping a good shot of him by the Christmas tree. He rolls his eyes but indulges me all the same as the photographs print and slide out of the camera.
“Why do you like taking pictures of me so much?” Tobias asks, roaming the room slowly. He twirls his finger around a piece of tinsel, dripping from one of the shelves.
“Because you’re beautiful.” Snap.
“Is that why you love me?”
“If only it were that simple.” I smirk. Snap. “Get on the bed.” I order, tilting my head.
He narrows his eyes at me, stopping in his tracks. “Can I take off the sweater?”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, take it off.”
A smile tugs at his lips. “If you insist.” He jokes, as he grips the bottom of the sweatshirt and throws it off with one toss.
My eyes drop down his chiseled back as he makes his way to the cot in the middle of the room. We’ve added a few blankets since last time and a memory foam layer to make it more comfortable.
Tobias falls onto his back as he stretches his arms out above his head. “How’s this?”
I follow him to the bed, climbing over him until I straddle his lap. I snap a few pictures of his flawless face. “Oh, just perfect,” I murmur, letting my free hand glide up his chest to trace the line of his throat. Snap. Snap.
He swallows deeply, his hands roaming up my thighs until his thumbs knead my groin, making me gasp.
Snap.
His hips thrust upward uncontrollably, and I bite my lip, relishing the way his rigid dick, still stuffed in his joggers, presses against my ass.
“Can I?” he asks, his voice breathless and quiet. He reaches up for the camera. I look down at him as he stares up at me, eyes full of heat.
After what happened in senior year of high school, he’s never asked to take pictures of me.
But I trust him. I trust him more than anything.
I nod my head slowly, handing him the camera.
He turns it slowly, bringing the lens to his face. “Why is it that the prettiest ones are always behind the camera?” He snaps a quick picture of me, and the room fills with the soft click and sliding of the photo developing.
“You think I’m pretty?” I swallow thickly.
Tobias reaches out, grabs the photo, glances at it briefly, and hands it to me. “See for yourself.”
Nervous, I take the photo and glance at it. My breath catches in my throat.
He’s right. I don’t usually take pictures of myself like this anymore…but here, I’m looking down at him like I’m in love. My eyes are hooded and passionate as I stare down at him. I’ve never seen myself like this before.
Feeling a rush of bravery, I grab my sweater from the back and tug it over my head. “Keep going,” I say softly, resuming my position.
Tobias’s chest rises and falls deeply as he brings the camera back up to his face. “God, you’re so sexy,” he whispers, filling me with pride.
He keeps going, murmuring sweet nothings, hips rolling against me, while our ragged breaths mingle with the scattering of photographs.
“Say it again,” I beg, running my hand along his throat.
“Fuck, E. You’re the prettiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” his strong voice wavering as he snaps his last picture.
“Let me see you.” He sets the camera down beside us on the bed before pulling me toward him.
Hastily, he pulls my pants below my ass.
I slip my legs out, baring myself to him.
“You’re a work of art, babe,” he hums, pressing his face into my groin.
I suck in a breath, holding myself above him as he ravishes me from below.
His hands roam the backs of my thighs, teasing my hole before sliding down again.
His nose presses against my soft, trimmed hair.
“Fuck, I’ve needed this so badly,” he mumbles, his voice vibrating against my skin and sending shivers through me.
I bite back a laugh, looking down at him—completely lost, blissed out, rubbing his face along my hard dick.
“You’re wild. You’ve been needing me to face fuck you?” I laugh.
Tobias looks up at me with excited eyes. “Would you?” His hands squeeze my ass cheeks, making me gasp. “That’d be amazing. I need you to be…all over me,” he groans, his pupils blown and dark with desire.
My eyebrows furrow as I take in what he’s saying. Close isn’t close enough for him, and I completely understand…because I feel it too.
I lift my hand to his chin, dipping my thumb into his waiting mouth. The instant it brushes his tongue, his eyes roll back and a moan escapes, his legs squirming behind me as his hips chase friction.
I get lost in a trance at the feel of his wet, warm sucking. My dick twitches on his collarbone. I can’t help it. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“I’ll give you everything you want,” I say softly, moving my thumb in and out.
His hands keep kneading my cheeks as I do it, getting dangerously close to my asshole. It’s almost too much to bear, every touch and movement teasing us both relentlessly.
It’s both stimulating and excruciating, feeling everything so close but yet so far. My hard, aching dick swaying in front of his face, and his eyes jump from the glistening tip to my eyes and back again.
“E,” he begs around my digit.
The sweet sound makes me fold. I pull my thumb free and hover over his face. Leaning down, I press my tip softly against his raw lips, tracing their curves, letting my precum shine. Then I sink into his slick mouth, feeling the warm, tight heat engulf me.
“Oh fffuck,” I shiver, his lips sucking me like a straw.
He moans back, looking at me like I’ve just answered his prayers. His hands are squeezing my ass cheeks like he still can’t get enough.
How’d I get so fucking lucky?
“This what you wanted?” I hiss, slipping out and driving back in. His eyes glisten as I push down his throat, feeling it tighten around me.
I look over my shoulder. His black joggers have been pulled down, and I groan at the sight of one hand moving slowly up and down his impossibly hard cock while he kneads my ass with the other.
“It turns you on feeling me own your mouth, doesn’t it?”
Tobias puffs out some air, and I suddenly worry that I’m hurting him. I quickly shift to alleviate some pressure I’m putting on his face, but right as I do, he squeezes my hips, moving me right back.
A rough rumble vibrates up my dick from his mouth as he sinks his fingers in alongside his tongue. Wrapping his hand around me, I gasp as soon as I feel his wet fingers circle my rim. As though he can’t help himself, he swallows me up in one breath, while breaching my hole in another.
“Shit, fuck! T—” I gasp, feeling the pleasure of getting fucked from both sides.
He groans in response, sucking me down repeatedly.