Chapter 14
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Elodie
I wiggle out of my leggings. A sudden bout of shyness hits me and I leave my underwear on.
He cocks a brow and shucks his boxers off. “Keeping something for me to unwrap?”
“It’s . . . been a while.” I draw my knees up, not caring that it creates a pooch with my belly. It’s been years. I’ve either had DIY orgasms or gone without, and since my schedule is so heavy, I’ve mostly ignored myself.
“Same here.” He starts crawling onto the bed. My heart races, but anxiety starts to build.
“You don’t have to make me feel better.” Though I do appreciate it.
“If that sounds too pathetic to you, then understand that I didn’t want to move to my forever home and fuck around.
I wasn’t going to run errands while crossing paths with broken expectations and hurt feelings.
” He pushes me all the way back and lays a kiss on each corner of my lips.
“Besides, there’s been this sexy-as-fuck baker who’d hardly look at me.
I’m not going to be fucking others when I’m trying to get her attention. ”
His initial confession makes his abstinence more believable, yet I can’t wrap my mind around this hot guy, this incredibly sweet and caring man with a good job and ambition, waiting for me. “You weren’t even having sex?”
“I’ve been asked out, but I kept wondering about you. Wouldn’t have been fair to them. Didn’t feel right to me either, so I played the long game.”
I run my hands over his wide shoulders and stuff them into his soft hair. “I can’t believe you. All those times you were asking me about the difference between baking powder and baking soda, you weren’t just messing with me?”
“I was trying to get to know you, and I enjoyed hearing the frank way you’d explain it all.
” He grazes my lips with another kiss. “You’re cute, and you might try, but you can’t hide your sexiness.
You own your own business and your friends adore you.
The whole town does. I thought you were out of my league, but that didn’t stop me from trying. ”
My heart cracks all the way open. All that time I wasted distrusting him. I’m not going to resist someone who’s proven over and over again that he’s the real thing. “I need to get my underwear off.”
“Let me help you.” He drags them down and tosses them aside. Then he settles between my legs, pushing my knees wider with his body. “So fucking wet and perfect. You’re just dripping for me.”
He has barely touched me, but I arch my back. Need has been my constant companion for so long that I’m afraid of the explosion. “Cruz?”
“I’ve got you, baby.” He presses a kiss to one inner thigh, then the other. He continues doing that, moving closer and closer to my pussy. “I finally get to taste your sweet cunt, and I’m going to take my time.”
A shiver runs through me, and just as it reaches the base of my spine, he spreads my pussy lips and licks across my demanding clit.
The pleasure hits me like a bolt of lightning, and I nearly jackknife off the bed. “Cruz!”
“Let yourself go. I’ve got you.” Another lick keeps my back arched. I have to fist the sheets to hold myself still. I rock my hips with the steady rhythm he settles into.
All the anxious tension in my muscles is replaced by warm relaxation—and tightness in all the right spots. He wraps his arms under my thighs and spreads me even wider for him. The soft lap of his tongue has me transfixed on that point of my body until I’m weightless and floating.
I cartwheel over the edge faster than I’ve ever climaxed before. I squeeze my legs around his head to hold in the pleasure and ride it out as long as possible. The pure bliss inside of me wipes away years of stress.
I sag into the mattress and relax my legs, then gasp and sit up on my elbows. “I smothered you!”
He props himself on his elbows. “Aw, sugar, that was the hottest thing to ever happen to me.”
“No, it’s not.” We finally get naked together, and— “I crushed your skull.”
“One hundred percent not lying.” He pushes himself to his knees and holds mine wide, but he doesn’t reach for the condoms. “Now that I took the edge off, I can do my exploring.”
His cock is straining for me. Tight and pulsing with veins, it looks as demanding as I was minutes ago. “My edge is off. Not yours.”
“As long as I’m touching you, I’m doing just fine.” Staying on his knees, he lifts my foot. Goose bumps break out over my skin as he traces over the green, blue, and black tattoos. “Why hummingbirds?”
“They like sweet stuff, and they flutter their wings so hard while seeming to be still.”
His calloused fingers stroke up my legs to my thighs. “You told me about the flowers.” He dances his fingers over my hip bones to the small spatula and whisk over a cookbook on my lower abdomen. His lips tip up. “This is perfect.”
“It was a reward for finishing school.” I cover his fingers with mine, wishing I could conceal the ink. “It’s actually a little embarrassing now.”
Surprised, he looks up. “Why?”
“A whisk? A spatula?”
He taps the horseshoe on his chest. “Stuff you care about.”
He drops a kiss to the tattoo and continues his trek up my body, skimming his fingers over more hummingbirds I have running up the side of my rib cage. “I’ve got to do something about that bra. Roll over.”
I do, growing self-conscious all over again with my ass in the air, but his earlier reassurance runs through my head. He’s done nothing but make me feel comfortable. His heat is chasing away the chill of my air-conditioning.
“You were hiding one more.” He massages the globes of my ass before working his way up my lower back. Flattening his hands, he continues up my spine until he reaches the little barn swallow on my shoulder. “What’s the story?”
I have to fight to get the words on my tongue when all I want to do is moan. “It’s silly.”
“Even better.”
Always with the right thing to say. “I used to be afraid of spiders. But you know those big ones that build giant webs on the porch? Clem and I call them the big-bottomed spiders.”
His chuckle is deep and pleasing. “I’ve got a few of those. Good bug catchers.”
“As a kid, I was terrified. But the barn swallows would fly in and eat them all.”
“I can see a little Elodie loving a bird for that.”
“I don’t hate spiders anymore, but I also don’t hate it if a bird eats them all off my parents’ house.”
He rubs his hands down my back and up again. “I like that story.”
“I like that you like it.”
“And I like that I finally get to see this ass.” He grips my hips and lifts me to my knees.
The bed shifts and the crinkle of the condom packet fills the air. I can’t resist looking over my shoulder to watch him roll it on his thick length.
I rock into him, bumping his hands. “I want to do that for you next time.”
He gives me a sexy smile. It turns smoldering as he drags two of his fingers through my seam. Slowly, he pushes them inside me. “Are you ready for me?”
So damn ready. “Yes.”
He pumps his fingers in and out of me. I immediately clench around him and ride his hand. If this is just an appetizer, how overwhelmed am I going to be with the main course?
“Nice and fucking tight, just like I knew you’d be,” he says, working me into a frenzy by barely doing a thing.
He’s been imagining me—us—and it’s winding me tighter, coiling all that explosive energy inside me.
“Ride it,” he orders, and I do.
The pleasure sweeps me away, and the bed rocks with me.
“Still so fucking soaked.” He might be behind me, but he’s between my legs and his shudder shakes the bed. “Your wet cunt is going to be all I think about all day, every day.” He notches his thick head at my entrance and I push back on him. “Fuck, you’re so greedy for it.”
“For you.” Desire has never pounded inside me so hard I’m afraid I’m going to combust and then extinguish like a birthday candle.
With a smooth thrust, he seats himself.
Finally, I’m full. All those empty years. Night after night, going to sleep alone, not believing that someone like Cruz could be real. I groan and stretch my arms in front of me, totally at his mercy. I don’t need time to adjust after the way he primed me.
“Christ, Elodie.” His fingers dig into both sides of my hips. “Next time is going to have to be sweet and slow.”
“Fuck me as hard as you need to.” Deep inside, my belly flutters and my walls grip him harder. My pleasure escalates and I race closer to a second peak.
That’s impossible. I haven’t come twice this close together before.
He withdraws and punches in with a grunt. “Fuck.” Withdraw. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Withdraw. “Good.” Thrust.
He’s hitting everything inside of me that needs stimulating. My clit is a happy bystander, getting caressed with each clash of our bodies. I’m loving every stroke. He can take as long or be as quick as he needs.
He collapses over me. Propping his hand on the mattress by my head, he doesn’t stop his rhythm.
His weight presses me into the mattress, spreading my legs wider, and his hot breath tickles my ear.
I’m surrounded by him, caged in the best way, safe.
It’s everything I didn’t know I needed since I came home five years ago.
“So fucking good, Elodie.” He kisses the tattoo on my back and winds an arm around me to strum my clit. The wet slap of our bodies fills the room.
The way he’s on me, around me, inside me, I can’t move. The onslaught of ecstasy hits me and I spasm. My crest is right there, and ahhh . . . one more circle of the rough pad of his finger and I’m gone.
“Cruz.” Grateful I don’t have neighbors who’ll hear through the walls, I let out another wordless cry.
“I can feel you coming.” His words send a shiver down my back, like adding fuel to a raging inferno. “So goddamn tight.”
I split apart. Only he’s holding me together.
“Elodie. Fuck.” He jerks inside of me. His arm is like a steel band before it loosens and he droops over me, his face pressed against my spine.