11. Eliana #3
I doubled my efforts, focusing my tongue more firmly on her clit, speeding the thrust of my fingers.
I felt the exact moment she broke. Her back arched spectacularly off the bed, a raw, beautiful cry ripped from her throat, and her sex convulsed around my fingers in a series of powerful, gripping pulses.
I gentled my touch, easing her through the storm of her climax until she collapsed back onto the mattress, breathing in shattered gasps.
I kissed her inner thigh, soothingly, then rose up to look at her. She was radiant. Flushed, sweaty, her lips parted as she struggled for air. She looked utterly ravished and thoroughly loved. A profound sense of possession and tenderness swelled in my chest.
“Beautiful,” I said again, my voice thick.
The ache in my own body was now a demanding roar.
I stood, and her eyes followed me, wide and dark.
I reached for my own shirt, pulling the soaked fabric over my head.
The cool air hit my skin, but it did nothing to dampen the fire she had lit in me.
I saw her warm brown eyes widen further as she took in my chest, my arms. A faint blush dusted her cheeks, and she looked away for a second, a gesture of her sweet shyness that made me smile.
“It’s just me,” I said softly, wanting to reassure her.
I pushed my jeans and boxers down, freeing my aching erection.
I heard her sharp intake of breath, saw her throat work as she swallowed.
The sight of her reaction—that mix of awe, desire, and slight apprehension—made me even harder.
She was so small compared to me. The thought of filling her, of being surrounded by her tight, wet heat, was almost too much to bear.
I returned to the bed, kneeling over her. I leaned down and kissed her deeply, letting her taste herself on my lips. Her arms came around my neck, pulling me closer. The feel of her bare skin against mine from chest to thigh was electrifying.
“Are you ready for me, my love?” I asked against her mouth. My length nudged at her entrance, slick with her arousal.
She nodded, her eyes locked on mine. I positioned myself, holding her gaze. “Look at me,” I whispered. “I want to see you.”
With every ounce of control I possessed, I began to push forward. The resistance was exquisite, the tight, hot clasp of her body yielding to me slowly. Her mouth fell open in a silent gasp, her nails pressing into my shoulders. I paused, letting her adjust, raining soft kisses on her face.
“Are you okay?” I murmured.
“Ahh, I am,” she breathed, her voice full of want. “I—I need you.”
I sank deeper, a long, slow slide into heaven.
She was so tight, so perfectly fitted to me.
A guttural moan was torn from my throat as I buried myself to the hilt.
We were joined completely. I held still, our foreheads touching, our breaths mingling.
I could feel her heart pounding in time with mine.
The feeling of being inside her, surrounded by her warmth, her scent, her very essence, was overwhelming. It was home.
I began to move.
Slowly at first, long, deep withdrawals followed by even deeper penetrations. Each stroke was a revelation. Her inner walls clung to me, rippling with pleasure. Her moans were constant now, a sweet music in my ear. I kissed her, swallowing her sounds, tasting her joy.
“You feel incredible,” I gasped, my control starting to fray at the edges. “I never want this moment to end.”
“Nor do I,” she whispered, her hands roaming over my back, tracing the muscles that strained with the effort of my slow pace.
I could feel the tension coiling in my own groin, but more than that, I could feel it building in her.
Her legs tightened around my waist. Her breaths came in shorter pants.
I increased my pace, the slow, sensual dance shifting into something more urgent, more primal.
The slap of our skin together joined the rhythm of the rain.
The bedsprings creaked a gentle accompaniment.
I was losing myself in her. The sight of her beneath me, her breasts bouncing with each thrust, her lips swollen from kissing, her eyes glazed with passion—it was my undoing.
My thrusts became harder, deeper, more possessive.
I needed to brand myself on her, to make her feel every inch of my claim, my love, my desperate need.
“Adrian!” she cried out, her head thrashing on the pillow.
I caught her face in my hand, holding her gaze as the last of her restraint gave way. Her fingers tightened around my shoulders, and I felt the moment she surrendered completely, her breath breaking into a trembling cry.
I followed her over the edge moments later, burying my face against her neck as the intensity finally consumed me. For several seconds, neither of us spoke. There was only the sound of our uneven breathing and the rain beating steadily against the windows.
I stayed close, refusing to let the distance return too quickly. Her arms remained around me, her cheek resting against mine as we slowly found our breath.
“You okay?” I whispered.
She nodded, still breathless.
“More than okay.”
A quiet laugh escaped me. I pressed a lingering kiss to her forehead and pulled her against my chest.
Outside, the storm continued to rage. Inside, everything had finally gone still.
She's finally MINE.