Chapter 9 Eli
ELI
Ipray.
The thing is, I’m not really sure for what.
Either way, I know I won’t be able to resist much longer.
She’s pushing the limits of my control. She left the door to her bedroom open and starts to get dressed.
There is no way Stella doesn’t know I’m watching.
But I’m not certain. I should turn, put my nose against a wall, and give her privacy, but I swear it’s like my eyes are drawn to her. I can’t look away.
It isn’t until she’s in nothing but a set of black cotton bra and panties that she turns to look at me, which confirms she kept it open on purpose.
The little minx.
She’s teasing me.
Tempting me.
Seducing me.
My sweet little virgin is too innocent to know exactly just how much she’s testing me.
She has no clue that all she has to do is breathe and I’m already halfway hard.
Stella’s green eyes never waver from mine, and I know I’m in trouble before she does it.
Without hesitation, she reaches behind her and slowly, torturously so, undoes her bra.
One hand drops in front of her, pressing the material of her bra to her breasts.
Almost as if she’s suddenly shy as the other takes care of the straps.
One is pulled down her golden tan skin, and then the other slips down.
Leaving both her arms in front of her, her breasts pressed tightly together, almost like an offering.
An offering I’m sure as shit not going to refuse.
I’m not sure when my feet start to move, but it’s not long before I realize what I’m doing. Every step is full of purpose as I approach her bedroom.
The one room I didn’t let myself enter when I helped bring her things in.
I stand at the doorway, our eyes connected. She licks her perfect pout before nodding. Silently giving me permission to enter. A thought stirs. Next thing she’ll be giving me clearance for will be to enter her body. But I’ll make sure she’s not quiet for that.
Hell no. Her voice will be hoarse by the time I’m done with her. A wolffish grin grazes my face.
Moving in, I don’t stop until I find myself standing right in front of her. My chest rises and drops as I breathe a little too hard. I’m probably scaring her. I probably look like a feral animal about to attack.
“Stella,” I scratch out, and she blinks before dropping her hands to her side. The black cotton material of her bra drops to the ground. It could have landed in a sink hole for all I care in that moment because I’m not about to tear my eyes from her.
She’s beautiful.
Topless and flushed, her hair down over her shoulders. “Jesus, baby,” I rasp.
She’s a goddess.
Mine.
Lucious, ripe round breasts sit there begging for my attention. My hands ache to take their weight. Her brown nipples are turgid and pebbled up tight. Like two beautiful caramel kisses waiting to be devoured.
“Is this okay?” she asks. I tear my eyes off her breasts and meet her stare.
“Okay?” I repeat in a hushed tone. “Is this okay, baby?” I swallow hard. My Adam’s apple bobs painfully. “Na, this…” I trace the lines of her torso with a light touch. “You are exquisite Perfect work of art. All for me.”
I’m dying to grab her, manhandle her. Have my hands, mouth, and cock on her, but I somehow hold on to the shreds of control I still have left in me.
My hands glide down to the swell of her hips, dip down her curves, and move back up.
She shivers. I love how her body reacts to my touch.
I let my fingers glide beneath the swell of her breasts, brush over the turgid peaks, and I don’t miss the way she all but purrs and whimpers.
She’s trembling for more, and I’m done trying to be a gentleman and do things the right way.
It would be right either way, because it’s us. Because no matter what we do, as long as we’re both on board, there is no way it could be wrong.
My eyes lock with hers, and I let my left hand wrap around to her lower back, open-palmed, and soak in the satiny feel of her warm skin.
“Did you leave the door open for me to watch, baby girl?” She nods, and I tsk. “I need the words, baby. Every question I ask you from here on out until we get to the point you wanna stop, I need you to tell me.”
“I left it open on purpose.”
“You wanted me to watch you,” I guess, and her eyes sparkle with lust. “You wanted to tempt me?”
“Yes.” She swallows. Her eyes widen when my fingers press her front closer to mine, making sure she feels every inch of what she does to me as it presses against her soft belly.
“You did it, Stella. Got what you wanted, baby. Now I’m gonna have to punish you, Stella.”
“Punish?” she asks as her breath hitches with crystal-clear excitement.
“Oh yeah. Teasing me like that, sweetest torture. Now it’s payback time.” I kiss her softly and pull away, needing to set some ground rules. “You wanna stop, all you have to do is say so, okay?”
“Yes, Eli.”
“I’m serious.” I hold her face with both my hands. "All you have to do is say stop, and we will.”
“Teach me. Show me. Punish me. Claim me, Eli,” she demands sweetly. I nod, stepping back.
“Undo my shirt, baby. I need to feel your pretty hands on me, skin to skin.” She does my biding, and I almost regret asking her. Goddamn! Her touch alone could get me to come. I swallow hard, gritting my teeth as she pulls my dress shirt off and over my shoulders.
“Good girl. Get on the bed,” I order. Her eyes dip down my torso, and I know exactly what she’s going to ask when her soft green eyes meet mine.
“You’re not going to take these off?” She tugs on my belt, and my cock jerks forward.
“Get in bed, Stell,” I demand. She bites away a shy smile, like she was going to sass me but chooses against it.
She hops in bed, and I undo my belt while staring at her. Topless, her cute little black panties covering the sweetest treasure from me. Soon, I remind myself as I pull my pants down, making sure to leave my boxer briefs in place. Her eyes are pinned on the hard length resting against my thigh.
“See something you like, babe?”
“Oh yeah.” She nods, her eyes twinkling as I get into bed with her. I settle in with my back against the headboard and pull her to me until she’s semi-straddling me, my hand holding the back of her head.
“We’re not going to rush,” I tell her. She looks at me like she’s about to argue, so I keep talking, “I don’t wanna fuck this up. It’s your first time and—" Her hand moves up between us, and when the tips of her fingers cover my mouth, I quiet down.
“I want you, Eli. When I tell you that, it’s not feeling something in the moment.
I mean, I do feel it in the now,” she rambles adorably, “but what I mean is, I’m sure.
” She worries the side of her bottom lip before letting it go and rocks my world.
“I think I might have waited so long to do this because I hadn’t met you yet. ”
I rest my forehead against hers and breathe in her scent. “Stella…”
“I ache, Eli,” she whispers as her hand guides mine between our bodies. A deep groan escapes from me as I feel the sweet warmth radiating from her pussy.
“You want me to make it feel better, beautiful?” She nods against my forehead, her eyes glazed over. “Words, Stella,” I remind her.
“Please, I need it. Need you to touch me, need you to make me feel good.”
“Fuck yes, you do.” I hiss as the pad of my middle finger swipes over her cotton-covered pussy. “So wet,” I say out loud and listen to her whimper. “You need more, don’t you?” I goad, dying to hear my sweet girl talk dirty.
“Please, Eli,” she pleads, her breathing shallow.
“Shh, I got you, baby.” I lay her down in bed and sprawl out beside her as I let my fingers move beneath the gusset of her panties and touch her for the first time.
The scent of her arousal fills the space around me, making my mouth water and my dick become harder. I kiss her lips the moment my finger probes her entrance as gently as I can, but her hand grabs my wrist, taking my finger deeper.
“Yes!” she cries out, and I growl at the feeling of her walls clenching around me so tightly and wet.
I kiss her check, looking at the beauty she is as she takes my fingers.
In and out, the squelching sounds filling the space around us.
I rub circles around her swollen clit, and her thighs press together as she bucks and grinds into my fingers.
“Eli…”
“Find it, baby. Help me give it to you.” I speed up my fingers and know the moment I feel that spot in her. She picks up speed, matching my fingers, taking me in and out, rolling her hips Then it happens.
The moment is completely majestic
Her eyes open wide, and then I lose sight of her.
Stella’s head falls back onto the pillow, her back arches off the mattress as her juices drip between her thighs and she comes.
Her body shakes and jerks as I keep fingering her slowly.
She’s flushed and smiling, and I swear I don’t think I have ever seen anything more beautiful.
I drop a kiss on her shoulder and then kiss the tops of her breasts as I move down her body.
“Eli,” she gasps as my lips touch her navel. My tongue swirls around it as my hands pull her panties down her thighs and I get my fill of what belongs to me.
“This mine, baby?” I ask roughly.
“Completely,” she says, not knowing what she’s doing to me. Completely, her voice repeats in my head over and over.
“Fuck yes, it is.” I pull apart her lips and drop my mouth on her, taking my first taste of heaven. She’s sweet and feminine and goddamn completely addicting. I will never get enough. I eat her like a man possessed. I want her to come again. Over and over.
“Eli, please,” she pleads, her fingers tangling in my hair that’s falling out of my bun. I groan as I lick her, look up at her as I eat her. “Please. I need you. I need more,” she begs, and all I want to do is give her exactly what she wants.
Everything she needs.
I can’t not.
I take one last swipe before I kick off my boxer briefs and stroke my length.
She lifts her body up on her elbows as she watches.
I take a moment before I bring my body over hers, covering hers with mine, and the feeling of her flesh against mine has me groaning.
“So soft and warm,” I mumble. My hands rest on the outside of her shoulders as I dip down and kiss her.
I know she can taste herself, and by the sound she makes, she likes it as much as I do.
I pull away and nuzzle my nose against hers and love the way her fingers glide into my hair.
“Eli.”
“You still good, baby?” I ask her, needing to know she’s still on the same page.
“So, so good,” she sighs as she opens her legs wider, giving me space. My cock bumps against her lips. I reach down and line myself up against her slit. Rubbing it up against her, up and down. “Take me. Eli, please, love me.”
“I do,” I tell her, meeting her eyes straight on. I know she might think it’s a slip of the tongue in the heat of moment, but that couldn’t further from the truth.
I love her.
She’s it for me.
Mine.
“I love you, baby. Love you so fucking much, Stella.” I strain as I rub the crown of my cock up and down her slit. It’s shiny, glistening wet, and so fucking pretty.
“You can change your mind.” I tell her and mean it. It would fucking suck, but I don’t want her to feel like this is something we have to do. “We don’t have to do this.” I swallow, waiting for her response, but my girl doesn’t make me wait long.
“Eli, please,” she pleads again, and I line up at her entrance.
“If it’s too much—” I start to warn, but she shakes her head as her eyes soften.
“You won’t hurt me.” The trust she has in me could bring me to my knees. I nod and look down. My cock is thick and hard, my balls drawn up tight, needing release. I push through, watching as her pussy takes the tip before I pull it out.
“So fucking tight,” I rasp, having to shut my eyes because she feels so damn good.
So damn perfect.
So damn mine.
I move into her slowly. Little by little, pulling in and out.
And she takes me. Inch by inch. She’s wet and soft, telling me how good I feel.
The dirty talk is sweet and innocent as she takes me until I’m all the way inside of her.
She wraps her legs around my waist, her arms over my shoulders, her face in the crook of my neck, holding on tight.
We’re so close together, completely and utterly one as we take a moment to just be.
We’re an us.
One. Two halves of a whole.
My body shakes from trying to hold back the need to thrust into her, and as if feeling that, she looks at me and kisses me. Torturing me sweetly until we’re breathless and I pull out a little, tentatively moving in and out of her body.
“More, Eli, give me more.” Her voice is breathy in my ear. Her wish is my command as I fuck her, slow and deep.
We’re lost in one another in that moment.
The world could be burning up around us, and it wouldn’t matter. Nothing matters more than her and the pleasure I want to give her.
“Harder,” she cries out, and I give her exactly that, until I start to get too close to the edge. I need this time, her first time, our first, to be as good as I can make it. I roll us over, never letting our bodies detach as she straddles me, her legs under my ass as her hands rest on my shoulders
“Ride me, Stella baby. Ride your man nice and good. Show me who that pussy belongs to,” I order her. Her eyes widen, and she nods, taking the challenge to heart.
Stella rides me so fucking good I’m close to going cross-eyed.
Her tits bounce as I reach up and tweak the nipples, popping one in my mouth.
She gets louder little by little as she quickly finds her rhythm on my cock.
She bucks and grinds, rolling her sweet hips just right, and I know the moment she’s going to go over.
Her pussy starts to contract around my shaft, sucking at me, milking me, pulling me deeper into her pussy.
I roll her over mid-orgasm and lose control. I fuck her hard, my body not my own in that moment as we both go crashing through, our releases barreling through as I empty myself into her sweet body and she holds me tightly.
I don’t know how long we stay that way, wrapped up in one another.
My cock is soft now as I pull out and look down where we were connected.
I watch my seed spilling out, and I feel like I deserve a fucking badge of honor, consequences be damned.
I roll over and bring her body into mine, love the way she cuddles into me.
Like two pieces of a puzzle coming together.
“I love you, Stella Torres,” I whisper to the top of her head, but I know by her soft shallow breathing that she’s drifted off, and that’s okay. We have the rest of our lives.