Chapter Twenty-Nine #3
As I reached out, he placed his hand on mine and brought it over his hard, straining erection and fisted it, dragging my palm up and down roughly.
I moaned at the feel of him while his other hand opened his wallet and pulled out a condom.
I removed our hands and watched in silent anticipation as he tore open the packet and sheathed himself.
I moved toward him, and Elijah gripped my hips, aligning our bodies until I felt his head nudge my entrance.
He paused and waited until the moment our eyes met.
Nothing else mattered when I caught his eyes.
It didn’t matter that everything was so perfect, shiny, and new between us.
More than perfect, there was a sense of rightness in that moment.
I felt like our souls had done this a million times before even if our bodies hadn’t.
His hand left my hip and snaked around to the nape of my neck.
He brought our foreheads together while maintaining a unified, carnal eye contact.
This feeling would define me, would live inside me when I was eighty.
For his soul bled through his gaze and seeped into mine before he entered me.
A fleeting heartbeat later, he guided me down over him.
My body ignited and bloomed for him. Nothing I’d known or felt before could have prepared me for that time with Elijah.
We never blinked as he entered me. The heat that rolled through me was so much more intense because of it.
That wasn’t sex. I didn’t know what it was.
It was indescribable, and I came before he was all the way in.
One thrust and Elijah was deep, stretching me perfectly as I slowly throbbed around him.
The orgasm was torturously slow. It was never-ending.
I was almost afraid. I’d never felt anything so incredible.
He felt me coming and dragged me up leisurely and back down over him to guide it along.
He knew exactly what to do, totally shattering me.
Waves of ecstasy hit, and I had to fight to keep my eyes open.
All I wanted to do was toss my head back and cry out.
I was whimpering and on the verge of doing just that when he whispered, “Don’t, don’t close your eyes.
” Something in my chest cracked open, and the fire burning my body settled within it.
Elijah felt our connection too. There was no way he couldn’t.
Pain and ecstasy crossed his face as he groaned.
“Oh, fuck, Hadley.” He kept his pace slow, barely moving as he came right after me.
His seemed to go on just as long as mine had.
Afterward, still inside me, he placed a kiss on my jaw. “You’re perfect.” He kissed my other side. “Are you tired?”
I was, but I also wasn’t since he was right there so I shook my head.
“You’re lying.” He grinned, so I shrugged and smiled.
“Just so you know, I normally last longer than that but between you coming on my face and that tight pussy I didn’t stand a chance.
” I rolled my eyes playfully, and he pulled me off of him, discarded the condom, and wrapped an arm around my back as he switched our positions, tossing me onto the cushions like I was nothing.
He had a good struggle with his jeans before he descended over me.
“Since you say you’re not sleepy, I’ll make sure I do my job right this—”
Eli cried, cutting him off. I sat up and Elijah scooted over. “Did we wake him?” he asked softly, worry stamped on his face. Elijah was still adorable when it came to Eli. He freaked out and got nervous every time Eli cried.
Rushing to the bathroom, I quickly washed my hands and grabbed the robe hanging on the back of the door.
Eli settled as soon as I picked him up. I had a small nightlight plugged into the wall in my bedroom, and I could make out his round eyes perfectly.
I mentally groaned. He was wide awake. This would be one of his rare all-nighters.
He slept most nights unlike Lucy did at his age, but sometimes he didn’t.
I felt his diaper, and he was dry. I offered him a boob, but he wasn’t interested.
Yep. His eyes darted all over the darkened room. Completely alert. A shadow fell over the doorway, and I glimpsed over to see Elijah in his jeans, still shirtless. “He’s wide awake,” I said.
Elijah smiled and came in, his eyes skimming over my room. “His mom is loud,” he teased. I felt my flushed cheeks grow redder.
I scoffed, dropping down on the bed with Eli. “He’ll be up a bit. You should probably head on home.”
Instead of doing that, he sat beside me. “You work tomorrow, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“I’ll head out and change while you guys are getting ready in the morning.”He stroked the top of Eli’s head. My heart stopped. I studied Elijah’s face. He was staring at Eli with a peaceful smile. He wasn’t irritated nor did he leave the second Eli woke.
He was still there. That moment was real.
Did I dare trust my heart again ?
But most importantly, the mother in me said, “You should probably wash those,” I eyed his fingers, “and I have an extra toothbrush in the bathroom.”