CHAPTER 6
ELWOOD
I’ve never seen a sexier sight than the one in front of me right now.
My woman is naked with water cascading down over her body.
When a droplet slides down from her collarbone and over the swell of her breast to roll down her hard nipple and fall to the floor, it moves in slow motion. It’s a taunt. A tease.
Fuck.
I’ve never wanted someone the way I want this woman.
As much as I want to snatch her into my arms and press her against the tile of the shower before plunging my length inside of her, it would be my undoing. I’m not about to be a two-pump chump. Not with my woman.
She’ll know blinding pleasure before I even think about chasing my own release. I’ll always make sure she comes before me. At least once, maybe more.
Hollyn is so tough. She wears it like armor. But I can see the sweetness underneath all of that. I can feel the loyalty she has.
It was coming off her in waves when she was telling me about Hillary and their road trip. She’s boiled down her entire purpose to this road trip and honoring her friend. If that’s not the kind of loyalty everyone deserves, then I don’t know what is.
My hand is shaking as I move it toward her, which shows just how much I’m holding myself back. It would be easy to give in, too easy. The moment my fingertips touch her soft skin, I let out a groan of approval from deep in my chest.
I move my fingers up her arm and over her shoulder until I can slide my hand down over her back and pull her flush against me. My cock throbs at the sensation of being trapped between us. She’s warm and soft, a temptation I can’t wait to indulge in.
She gasps as her hard nipples dig into my skin. The way she blinks up at me contains a hint of wonder which has pre-cum leaking from the tip of my cock.
“You don’t think you’re sweet,” my words are husky as they fall between us, “but I know your pussy will be the sweetest I could ever indulge in.”
I slide my hand over her hip, goosebumps forming on her skin everywhere I touch. The softness of her skin is tantalizing. As her green eyes glaze over, our chests start to rise and fall in time with each other.
It’s all I can take.
I feel the snap in the middle of my chest.
The moment our lips touch, the kiss becomes a feral thing held together by lips, teeth, and desperation. For her. For each other.
My hands slide around her hips to grip her ass. Then she’s up and in my arms as I turn to press her against the tiled wall.
“Are you wet for me?” My words are a rumble, pulled from me as I keep our hips apart just enough.
“Yes,” her breathy moan has me closing the distance between our bodies completely.
The hard length of my cock slides between her pussy lips and the heat of her has me hissing and clenching my jaw. But that’s not all I feel. Evidence of her arousal coats the underside of my shaft and my cock throbs.
“You’re dripping,” my words are murmured against her lips.
When a mewling sound comes from the back of her throat, I swallow it down while my tongue plays with hers. Her attitude, all sweet sass, comes through in the way she kisses me back. It’s sexy as fuck.
“I want to taste you,” I groan, my mouth sliding along her jaw and down her neck. “Damn it, Sweet Girl.”
The warning in my words is clear along with the way my fingertips dig into her. She moans, her hips moving back and forth.
“I don’t think I can wait that long to feel you inside of me,” she breathes out with a desperation I feel curl around me to sink into my skin.
“Shit,” I grit out, my jaw clenched. “You can’t talk about my dick.”
Her lips curl into a smirk and it’s far sexier than it should be. As I slide through her folds, I smear pre-cum across her skin. I look between us and take in how her pussy is glistening.
It’s too much.
Temptation.
Need.
Promises.
And something more. Something deeper.
“If you don’t fill me with your dick,” she starts to say, but her words melt into a gasp.
All because I pull my hips back until the crown of my cock slides down her slit until I find her entrance. With a smooth thrust of my hips, I’m buried deep inside of her. We let out matching sounds of pure decadence at the sensation.
The prick of her fingernails digging into my shoulders is the only thing grounding me in the moment. As I take a deep breath, I can’t focus on the feeling of her hot, wet pussy wrapped around my length. If I do, I’ll be pumping her full of my cum.
“Feels so damn good, Sweet Girl,” I grit out the words, barely holding myself together.
“I need you to move,” Hollyn demands, but I can’t. Not yet.
“Hollyn,” her name on my lips sounds like a plea.
When her green eyes meet mine, my words come out as a growl, “I’m inside of you raw right now.
Need to know if that’s okay.” My eyes cross as her pussy squeezes me and I almost lose the tenuous hold I have on my sanity.
“I’ll,” I swallow hard before pushing words that taste wrong past my lips, “pull out and get a condom.”
The last thing I want to do is pull out. But I’ll do it.
While the thought of filling a woman I hardly know with my cum should be a turn off, It’s not. All because it’s her. Her.
The woman I wasn’t expecting but was hoping for all the same. Now she’s in my arms and pressed against the tiled wall of my shower. She’s right where she’s supposed to be.
And I’m not going to fuck it up by not putting her first and making sure she knows that she’s safe with me.
“No,” her legs tighten around my waist, “you better not pull out.”
“Yes, ma’am,” I grunt while pulling out just a little before sinking back in deep.
Hollyn arches her back, her tits pillowing against my chest in the most delicious way. I bury my face in her neck, my teeth scraping across her neck and earning me a yelp of surprise.
“Oh,” she whines, her fingertips scrambling along my shoulders as if she’s not sure if she wants to pull me closer or push me away.
I shouldn’t find it as hot as I do.
My forehead hits her shoulder as I start to move. My first few strokes are slow as I test the connection between us, wanting it to build, wanting to feel it all.
When she starts to move her hips to slam against mine, I moan against her skin. Our hearts are thudding in time, racing faster as we figure out the rhythm.
“I’m going to need to know where to come,” the words come out of me as a mix between a groan and a wheeze.
The feel of her, the way her pussy squeezes me, is doing something fucking wild to my body. My mouth is watering with the need to taste her. I growl, the need in me making my knees buckle.
But I won’t drop her. I’ll never drop her.
I lean her back against the wall, giving her more of my weight as I fuck her harder and faster. When I reach between us, my other hand squeezes her ass to hold her in place as her moans echo off the bathroom walls.
Her pussy starts to tighten around me, and I almost breathe a sigh of relief. I’m riding the edge and she’s right there with me. But she’s always going to get hers before me.
When I plunge one of my fingers inside of her tight, wet heat right alongside my cock, Hollyn’s eyes go wide and her gaze snaps down to what is going on between her thighs. There might be worry in her eyes, but the moan she lets out is pure sin.
After I pull my finger out of her, I’m quick to bring it up to my mouth and suck it between my lips. She tastes just as good as I thought she would.
Hollyn keens, “Holy shit, that was hot.”
“Needed to taste you,” I barely get the words past my lips before I slam my mouth against hers.
While I don’t want to share her taste with anyone, even her, I hope she can taste herself on my tongue. The feeling doesn’t make any damn sense.
But I’m here for it all the same.
I drive my hips forward and pull them back faster and harder, driving her into the wall and pinning her in place with my body. The way she touches me is all spurs and fiery pleas.
Our breathing is labored and when her body locks up and I feel every squeeze of her pussy as she comes, I’m relieved.
And addicted.
I already know I’m going to need to feel her clench around me as many times a day as I can. I’m sure I can’t live inside of her, but if I could it would be a dream come fucking true.
She’s gasping my name, her nails finding purchase on my slick skin and holding firm. The way her body clings to mine, completely, trustingly, is heady. Everything inside of me is spinning and still at the same time.
It’s a conundrum. A collection of feelings that are almost too much, but in the sweet agony there is healing. And something more. A deeper sense that is special with her. For her. All because of her.
The connection between us unfurls with a glory reserved for moments in life which don’t feel real because they are almost too perfect.
Too beautiful.
Too full.
Too right.
And this all happened because of a breakdown. But it wasn’t just her car. It was a breakdown of time, space, and spirit. One that brought her to my door and into my life. It wasn’t a fluke, it was fate.
What she doesn’t know, what I can’t possibly say, is I won’t be letting her go anytime soon.
My fingers tighten on her flesh as my balls draw up, and my body starts to tingle. My thrusts become shallow and sharp. The need that’s been riding me since the moment I saw her is driving me closer to the edge. I’m close to filling her with my cum.
“Elwood,” she pleads, “fill me up.”
Her words push me over the edge. I use my entire body to press her against the wall, the air seizing in my lungs as I fill her to the hilt with my cock. I roar out a benediction, garbled as it is, with the first jerk of my cock inside her.
Air saws in and out of my lungs while my eyes squeeze shut. My knees are barely holding me up as I shift my woman in my arms, using a hand to brace us against the wall.
The way she’s holding onto me makes me feel like she’s as lost to what this is as I am. It makes me wonder if she feels this and if she can trust it. Will she leap?
Trying to ground myself, I press kisses to her collarbone and up her neck until I can pull back enough to look down into her green eyes. Fuck, they’re beautiful.
Hollyn doesn’t even realize how much she’s bewitched me. She doesn’t see herself as I see her. It’s a shame, but I’ll figure out how to show her.
She deserves to know just how special she is.
“Are you okay?”
I can’t help but ask, needing to know, needing the words.
A soft smile graces her lips before she giggles softly. We both let out a groan at the way she tightens around me when she laughs. It’s almost too much. My cock is sensitive and from the way Hollyn’s eyes widen, she is too.
When I pull out of her, I make sure to be gentle while keeping a hold of her. Her cheeks turn pink and it has nothing to do with the warmth of the shower. Even though we’re quiet, just soft murmurs and gentle caresses, I keep her close.
Because I need it.
“Ready for bed?” I ask the question softly as I finish drying her off.
Her blinks have been getting longer and longer. The day has been a long one, it’s in her movements and the exhaustion written on her face.
As I guide her out of the bathroom, she steps toward the door. I don’t let her get far. My arm shoots out and hooks around her to pull her back against my chest.
My breath ghosts over the delicate curve of her neck and I’m mesmerized by the way the red of her hair has darkened where it got wet and lays across her milky skin. Unable to help myself, I kiss up until my lips ghost the shell of her ear.
“You’re sleeping in my bed tonight, Sweet Girl.”
“Not sweet,” she murmurs, a yawn contorting her face as her knees falter.
I catch her in my arms easily, scooping her up and carrying her to bed. I’m wrapped around her, the warmth and softness of her body giving me peace, before she can even consider protesting.
As we fall asleep, I know I don’t want to fall asleep any other way.
I’m not sure how to get her to stay, but I’ll have to figure it out. She belongs here.