Chapter 16 #2
He hummed against her clit before taking it between his lips, and she let out a whimper that caused him to smirk against her pussy.
He stopped thrusting his fingers but stroked them inside her, one, then the other.
The hand she had in his hair tightened, and he could tell she didn’t know whether she wanted to pull away or bear the sweet torture.
The latter was her only option because unless she voiced that she wanted him to stop, he didn’t plan to until he got his fill.
“Elias,” Eri whined. “My clit is sensitive.”
He sat up, looking down at her, and he didn’t miss the widening of her eyes. His face was covered in the releases she’d given him over the past who knew how long. She’d been so responsive, came so easily for him each time, whether it was from his lips, his tongue, or his fingers.
Elias wiped a hand over his face before reaching down and adjusting himself. His dick felt hard enough to break steel, and he needed it to go down. He gave her a kiss before getting out of the bed. He’d only made it a few steps when she stopped him.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to clean you up, Amate.”
“Why?” She tilted her head. “You’ll only have to do it again.” Her eyes dropped to his dick. “Unless that isn’t for me.”
Like hell it wasn’t, but he was fine with willing it down. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries or make her uncomfortable. But he’d said he’d go at her pace, give her what she wanted.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want us to.” He was sure she knew that, but felt the need to say it.
“What I want is your dick inside me. My rules, remember?” she asked teasingly.
Elias smirked. “Your rules, Amate.”
He grabbed a condom from the nightstand drawer, slipped his boxers off, and the noise she made had him pausing as he looked at her.
“I…fuck,” she mumbled. “As part of my rules, I’m going to need you not to split me in half.”
He opened the condom and rolled it down his dick as she watched. “I’ll try,” he responded.
“I can’t tell if you’re teasing me or not,” she replied, searching his eyes.
He was…mostly, but he’d gotten her wet enough to slide in relatively easily, and he’d give her time to adjust.
Elias joined her on the bed, settling between her legs.
He grabbed the base of his dick, running it up and down her pussy, pulling a gasp from her when he brushed over her clit.
Eri wrapped a leg around his waist, and he slowly pushed in.
With each inch he gave her, she arched a bit more, moaned louder until he was finally seated.
He took a steady breath as she engulfed him. Either she was wetter than a tsunami and soaking him through the condom, or it had already broken. Her rules, he reminded himself. If he were a lesser man sliding between her legs, he’d be ready to break every single one of them.
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Eri had asked that he not split her in half, but she wasn’t sure he was succeeding.
She felt stretched more than she could have imagined.
Maybe it was because she hadn’t been intimate with anyone since the incident.
Typically, when she got herself off, it was from clitoral stimulation with her vibrator.
She couldn’t help but arch into him as he bottomed out, her nails subconsciously eating into his back as he gave her every inch.
The gasp that left her when he was fully seated wasn’t something she would have been able to stop even if she had wanted to.
Not only was he stretching her, but Eri would swear he was touching parts of her he shouldn’t have been able to reach.
They were forgotten sensations, or maybe they were new sensations.
It’d been so long, she wasn’t sure. It wasn’t unpleasant, and she knew when her body naturally adjusted, there would be nothing but pleasure.
He shifted, sitting up to look at her, and an involuntary whimper pushed past her lips. His pelvis brushed against her already sensitive clit, and Eri wondered if it was possible for her pussy to feel overstimulated when he’d just slipped between her legs.
“Talk to me, Amate,” he requested.
“I…I’m okay.”
Elias searched her eyes before kissing her softly. “I’m going to make you feel better than okay.”
From the way he said it, Eri believed him. From how he’d already catered to her, she knew he meant it, and she didn’t doubt that he could.
She didn’t have time to respond before he kissed her again, leading her tongue the same way he had been, and once more, hers fell pliant, submitted to what he wanted and allowed him to dictate how much she received, how much he took.
They might have been following her rules, but Eri knew from the moment he’d told her to look at him while his tongue pleased her pussy, that he would have control even as he followed them.
What felt like minutes ticked by as Elias continued to lead her in the kiss, and he hadn’t moved.
Still seated deep inside her. She knew he’d been giving her time to adjust, to relax, but Eri needed him to move.
She squeezed around his dick, and he groaned against her lips, but it wasn’t enough to spur him into moving.
“Elias,” she whined against his lips.
“Tell me what you want,” he commanded.
“You know what I want.” Eri squeezed around him again, pulled a moan from him that traveled to her pussy.
He nipped her lower lip. “Say it, Amate.”
“Move, please.” She tightened around him a third time. “Fuck me.”
She’d uttered the magic words as he pulled out slowly, and Eri felt every inch of his dick retreating from her body until only the head remained before he pushed back in just as slowly.
The slide of his dick against her walls had her throwing her head back. It felt like he touched every part of her that could be stimulated. Eri wasn’t sure if that was possible, but damn if it didn’t feel like it.
“None of that. Look at me.” He grabbed another pillow and positioned it behind her. “Open your eyes. Watch me fuck you,” he demanded.
Eri’s eyes fluttered open and locked with his.
Immediately, she wanted to close hers back.
The unfiltered desire displayed in his eyes was almost overwhelming, but so familiar.
It clicked for her. He always looked at her in that way.
Always made her feel wanted, and set those butterflies that had built a city in her stomach off.
But right then, as she lay under him, she could see just how much he did, and it made her want to look away. Made her feel far too vulnerable.
Elias chose a slow pace. Each steady stroke, pushing her towards a release she hadn’t known would sneak up on her so quickly, but she should have. He delivered each deep stroke with a roll of his hips. Each one pushed a moan past Eri’s lips.
The sound of her pleasure surrounded them as he watched her, like he didn’t want to miss a sound or the smallest change in her features as he fucked her, and Eri was sure he didn’t.
But she was having trouble breathing under that intense gaze, focusing on anything other than what she thought he might have been seeing.
Eri felt her chest tightening at the same time as pleasure concentrated in her stomach and coiled tight. The feeling she had was almost indescribable, like she was surging towards the ground and would shatter when she hit it.
Then her orgasm overtook her, and Eri threw her head back, eyes closing, no longer able to look into his, as tears slowly fell from hers.
The hitched breath she released had Elias stilling.
She wasn’t sure what she suspected he’d do next, but it hadn’t been for him to kiss away her tears, for his thumb to gently stroke over her cheek.
“You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
Eri was sure he assumed her tears were from the orgasm she’d just had, and his words, while meant to soothe her from that, played on something else inside her, and more tears fell.
He rolled them over, and she collapsed onto his chest, hiding her face, which she knew did no good because he could still feel her tears against him.
This was not how Eri wanted the night to go, not how she thought she’d feel.
She hadn’t flashed back to that night, but there was something in the pit of her stomach that felt overstimulated and laid bare.
As if he could see through her, to every part of her.
Every part that was hidden, that was damaged as he’d stared at her, being far more gentle than she had expected as he gave her what she wanted.
It was all too much, and the guilt she felt for lying to him, by not telling him, was trying to settle in her stomach.
Eri had no intention of letting it. She lay there, allowing him to stroke her back as she tried to will the tears to stop, the emotions to subside, and the doubt to dissipate.
One out of three was all she could manage.
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Elias lay there, slowly rubbing her back. It wasn’t the first time he’d brought a woman to tears from pleasure, but he wasn’t sure that was all it was. This felt different, and while he decided to ask her, he wanted to allow her to calm down first.
Minutes ticked by, and then he felt soft kisses on his shoulder and collarbone.
“Eri, look at me, baby,” he requested. He gave her a few seconds to do so, and when she didn’t, he cupped her face and sat her up. Elias searched her eyes, unsure of what he was looking for. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she responded after a brief pause that felt far longer than it was. “That was just…it’s been a while since I felt like that.”
There was something in her words that rang untrue, but he couldn’t figure out which part. Something she left unsaid. And he didn’t like that. He needed her to be honest with him about what she was feeling. To not give him half-truths and pretty platitudes.
Elias tried to move her off him, but she tightened her legs around his sides. It wasn’t that he still couldn’t, but he paused in his actions, thumbs circling her hips.
“I told you I was okay,” she said.
“I know what you told me. Is it the truth?” he challenged.
She nodded, and before he could say anything, her pussy tightened around him. He’d been doing his damnedest to ignore that he was still deep inside her. Trying to ignore the wetness that surrounded him in favor of making sure that she was okay.
“Eri,” he groaned when she did it again. He was trying to focus on the situation, and she was trying to distract him.
She planted her hands on his chest, rose slowly and came back down just as slowly, engulfing him in wet heat again.
“You said you’d make me feel better than okay,” she reminded him. “Do it,” she commanded.
Elias was torn between making her tell him the entire truth or giving her the distraction she wanted as she rode him slowly. He supposed he could do both. The latter first, and when she’d come down from her pleasure later, the former because he wouldn’t let it go. He’d find that would be a mistake.
He kept his hands planted on her hips, allowing her to set her pace, take what she wanted, what she felt she needed. They were still going at her pace. He was still adhering to her rules.
It didn’t take long for him to become hypnotized by the slow undulation of her hips, the way his dick slowly vanished into her sweet cavern each time she came down. He was drawn in by every moan. The sweet sound filled the room. Elias memorized every look of pleasure that passed across her face.
When her pace increased, he gripped her hips, slowing her back down.
The whine she released was enough to tell him she was chasing her next orgasm.
He had every intention of giving it to her, but he wanted her to reach it the same way she’d been riding him.
Nothing about what they’d done so far that night had been rushed or hurried, and he wouldn’t let it start now.
“Elias,” she whined.
“I’m not stopping you, Amate. But you’ll reach it like this,” he instructed.
Elias rolled his hips upward on every slow descent of hers, steadily building the release she wanted, pushing her gradually towards what she’d been attempting to race to.
His eyes caught hers, and he could see the pleasure, the desire in their depths, but there was something else. Something he couldn’t quite discern.
With a sound between a gasp and a soft cry, she came down, their bodies joined at the waist as she came.
Those brown eyes were like a magnet. A single tear streamed down her cheek.
Before he could ask her if she was okay, to conclude whether it was strictly from pleasure, she leaned forward, lips molding to his, and Elias resigned himself to not knowing right then. He could wait until they were done.
An hour and a half and several positions later, when she’d fallen asleep beside him as he ran his hand up and down her side, he made the mistake of not waking her like he wanted to, to talk about it then, deciding they could do it in the morning.
Elias recognized the mistake the next morning.
It settled on him like a heavy weight as he woke to find the space beside him empty and cold.
The light in his en suite was off. He trudged out of bed, checking the rest of his house, but he’d known before he did what he would find.
It was empty. It felt cold. The silence was heavy in a way it had never been.
He returned to his room and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He brought up Eri’s contact, paused for only a second because he knew how this would go, but called anyway. When it went to voicemail, he ended the call, tossing the phone onto the bed.
Elias replayed the events of last night.
Not that he needed to, because he knew. He knew there had been something wrong, but he’d allowed himself to give in to what she wanted in a misguided attempt to make her more amenable to talking to him about it afterwards.
He hadn’t hurt her, didn’t think he'd caused whatever it was because if he’d picked up on that at all, then he would have stopped, regardless of what she wanted.
Fuck. Everything in him wanted to get dressed and go to her place.
Make her talk to him like he should have last night, but he didn’t, and he wouldn’t.
He’d asked her to talk to him when she felt a certain way.
If she’d left, she wasn’t ready to. He’d give her a couple of days to decide.
Until then, Elias knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the night from his mind, from going over every action and reaction with a fine-tooth comb to uncover what she’d been so intent on not telling him.