Elias
For a few disoriented seconds, he didn’t remember where he was—only that he was warm, that there was a soft weight against his chest, and that something smelled faintly like vanilla and citrus. Then Aliza shifted, her hair brushing his jaw, and everything snapped into focus.
She was curled into him, one arm tucked against his side, her cheek resting over his heart like it belonged there.
A quiet, unexpected ache spread through his chest. God, he wanted her, but there was no way that he’d break his promise to her about taking things slowly.
He’d move at her pace, even if that meant taking cold showers to calm his unruly cock down.
He knew that Aliza telling him that she was a virgin couldn’t have been easy for her.
He wouldn’t take her or the gift that she’d give him for granted.
He felt a responsibility toward her, and that was new to him.
He planned on doing right by her, even if it meant having to wait for her.
He didn’t move at first. He just lay there, listening to her breath, feeling the steady rise and fall of her body against his.
There was something deeply intimate about waking up this way—more intimate than any touch he’d known in years.
He brushed his fingers lightly over her hair, and Aliza stirred, her lashes fluttering before her eyes opened.
When she saw him, a sleepy smile curved her lips.
“Hi,” she murmured.
“Morning,” he said softly.
She stretched a little, the movement unselfconscious and gentle, and in doing so shifted closer to him. The contact sent a spark through him that he hadn’t been expecting, making him feel alive for the first time in a long time.
“Did Cat survive the night?” she asked quietly.
“As far as I know, yes,” he murmured, glancing toward the end of the bed where the cat was sprawled out like a king. “Though I think he claimed half of it.”
She laughed
, the sound warm and unguarded. Then she grew quiet, studying him. “Did you sleep okay?”
“Better than I have in a long time,” he admitted.
Her gaze softened at that, something shy and hopeful flickering there.
They lay in silence for a moment, the air between them thick with awareness.
Elias could feel her warmth, her closeness, the way her body fit against his like it had always belonged there.
He lifted a hand and gently brushed her cheek. “You all right?”
She nodded. “Yeah. Just feeling a lot right now, I guess.”
“Me too,” he breathed, although he wasn’t sure that they were talking about the same kind of feelings. He was sure that she was still feeling the aftermath of what her father said to her yesterday, and he was feeling horny as a school boy, holding her in his arms.
She leaned in slightly, and he didn’t stop her when her lips brushed his.
The kiss was slow at first, tentative—testing.
But it deepened, warmth blooming between them as they both exhaled into it.
Elias was careful, his every movement measured, giving her time to pull away if she needed to.
But she didn’t. She stayed, her hand resting against his chest, fingers splayed like she was anchoring herself there.
The kiss grew warmer, more charged, a soft urgency building between them.
It wasn’t rushed, but full of everything they hadn’t said out loud.
When they finally pulled apart, their foreheads rested together, breaths mingling.
“Hey,” he murmured. “We can slow down. Or stop. Whatever you need.”
“I know,” she whispered. “I just—I don’t want to stop, Elias. I’m just not sure what to do next.” Something inside him warmed at her uncertainty.
“Okay,” he said softly. “Then we just stay right here for a minute, while we figure out our next moves together.” They stayed wrapped together, tension and tenderness braided between them, letting whatever was growing unfold at its own pace.
He had spent most of his adult life alone—not lonely exactly, but separate from the rest of the world.
He called himself independent, but it was more like he lived his life walled off from other people.
He told himself that love and a partner in life weren’t in the cards for him, yet here she was, in his bed and his space as if there had never been a barrier around him at all.
He brushed his thumb gently across her cheek. She looked up at him and smiled. “You make me feel safe,” she whispered. The word hit him harder than he expected.
“Good,” he said, meaning it more than he could explain. Something fierce and protective stirred inside him—not possessive, not demanding—just deeply aware of how precious this moment was. He kissed her again, gentler this time, reverent almost.
They moved together carefully, naturally, finding a rhythm that wasn’t rushed or forced. Every touch was deliberate, full of quiet emotion instead of urgency. Elias made sure she stayed close, that she never felt lost or unsure. It wasn’t about need, it was about connection.
“Tell me what to do,” she whimpered.
“You do whatever you want to do, baby,” he breathed.
“But I think that the first step should be you letting me get you naked.” She shyly nodded, and he didn’t hold back the moan that escaped from his chest. He just needed to remind himself that this was her first time, and that ripping her clothes off her body might not be the way to handle things.
He tugged her shirt up over her head, leaving her bare beneath him. She had slept in just his t-shirt and her panties, and she quickly pulled them down her long legs. “Beautiful,” he breathed, looking her body over. God, she was more than beautiful; she was perfect.
“Now, it’s your turn,” she breathed. He had changed into a pair of gym shorts and a t-shirt for bed, and it took her no time at all to strip him out of them.
Watching her practically crawl over his body had him needy in all the good ways by the time she finished taking off his clothes.
She straddled his body, her hands braced on his bare chest as his cock gently nudged her drenched opening.
“You’re already so fucking wet for me, honey,” he whispered. It took all of his restraint not to fill her in one thrust. “I need you so badly, but I want to make this good for you.” He rolled her underneath his body, and she squealed.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Well, I’m going to kiss my way down your sexy body, and then, I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream out my name at least a few times. Then, I’m going to make you mine, baby. Are you good with that?” he asked.
She nodded, and he chuckled. “I need to hear you say the words, honey.”
“I’m good with everything you want to do to me, Elias,” she admitted. That was the only green light he needed. His body revved from zero to sixty in seconds flat as he worked his way down to her drenched core. He inhaled her scent as she squirmed underneath him.
“Oh, my God,” she said, “did you just smell me?”
“Yes, and you smell so fucking good, baby,” he growled. He was going to make a meal of her, and Aliza would be shouting out his fucking name in no time flat.
He parted her legs, and she didn’t hesitate to let him.
He licked his way through her folds, paying special attention to her sensitive clit as she shamelessly rode his mouth.
For a woman with no experience, she seemed to know what to do when he made her feel good.
She shouted out his name until she was hoarse, and when he couldn’t take another second of not being inside her, he flipped her back on top of him, allowing her complete control.
“Why did you do that?” she stuttered.
“Because I want to watch you while you ride my cock. This way, you have complete control over what you want and how you want it. Just take your time, and take what you need from me, Aliza,” he breathed.
He wasn’t sure if he’d be able to withstand her taking her fucking time with him, but he didn’t want to rush her.
Aliza carefully hovered over his erection, and when she started to lower herself onto him, inch by excruciating inch, he nearly lost himself inside of her before they even got started.
His cock was screaming at him to push himself all the way inside of her, but that wasn’t how he wanted this to go.
He promised her all the control, and he’d give her just that, no matter how much it might kill him to do so.
When she finally sat herself completely on him, she cried out and stilled. He held onto her as though he was holding her steady. “You okay?” he breathed.
“I just need a second,” she whispered back. “Are you okay?”
He smiled up at her, brushing back a strand of her hair with his hand, and stroked her face. “Don’t worry about me,” he breathed.
She nodded and bit her bottom lip, moving her hips ever so slightly. He groaned and grabbed onto her hips, wanting to control her movement, but stopping himself. “I think you should show me how to do this. I’m ready,” she whispered. “It doesn’t hurt as much anymore.”
“Well, you just move,” he explained. “Like you just were. That was perfect.” She gifted him with her shy smile and moved her hips again, making him moan out her name. She was a natural at taking what she wanted from him and giving him exactly what he needed in return.
“Just like that, baby,” he crooned. He dug his fingers into her fleshy hips and helped her to move, setting a rhythm that had him coming deep inside of her in no time.
It had been a damn long time since he had a woman in his bed, but he knew that he’d have more time with Aurora to do all the things he wanted to teach her.
“Tell me that you’re mine, baby,” he said, as he lost himself in her body.
“I’m yours,” she moaned, following him over the edge and collapsing on top of his body.
She nuzzled his neck, making him chuckle. “Was that okay?” she asked.
“If it were any more okay, honey, I’d be dead right now. You were perfect,” he admitted.
“Well, I think that I might need more practice,” she teased, wiggling her ass in his hands as he held her close.
“I think that I can arrange lots of practice sessions for you, baby, but first, I think that we need food.” Elias playfully swatted her ass, making her yelp and giggle.
“Food sounds good to me,” she agreed. She dipped her head to gently kiss his lips. “Thanks for being patient with me, and for being my first.”
“You never have to thank me for that, honey. Hell, I should be the one thanking you for trusting me.”
“So, where are you going to take me for breakfast?” she asked.
“Because I hate to tell you this now, but I’m not a very good cook.
” He chuckled, settling back into the pillows with Aliza curled against his side, and her head tucked beneath his chin.
Elias held her there, his heart full in a way he hadn’t known it could be.
“I’m good with going out, and for the record, I can cook, so I have that covered for us,” he said. Calling them an “Us” wasn’t as foreign-sounding as he thought it might be. He actually liked the sound of them being an “Us”.
He wasn’t sure what was around the corner for them, but whatever came next, he knew one thing with certainty—this wasn’t just desire. What was happening between them was something real, and he wasn’t sure that he’d ever be able to let her go now.