Chapter 44 #2
‘Whoa, easy,’ he laughs, then pulls one out of the bag and offers it to me. I take it gratefully and he throws the bag down next to us.
‘Aren’t you having one?’ I ask with confusion.
‘I’m not really a strawberry lace person,’ he says with a shrug. ‘They were for emergencies.’
‘Hennie told you about my sweet tooth after panic attacks,’ I say with an understanding nod. My heart hums with gratitude at the small, yet great, act of service.
‘Yeah. These were all I could find, sadly.’
‘No, no, these are objectively the best sweets,’ I insist. ‘Grab one, I’ll show you the best way to eat them.’
He takes one out of the bag with a bemused expression.
‘Just wrap it around a finger, like this. Yep, all the way around.’ I pluck the coiled strawberry lace ring from around my finger and hold it up proudly. ‘And voila. A delectable treat,’ I declare.
He looks unconvinced by his strawberry lace ring, his lips tugging up at the corners. ‘A delectable blob.’
I throw mine into my mouth. ‘Don’t knock it till you’ve tried it, champ,’ I say through my mouthful of strawberry goodness.
He looks skeptical, and then in the most bizarrely, hilariously Elliot fashion, takes a delicate bite from one side of it.
‘Oh my God, what are you doing?’ I bend over with laughter. ‘You have to eat it all in one!’
‘I don’t have to do anything,’ he taunts, taking an even tinier bite.
I jab my finger at him. ‘You are mocking me.’
‘I am enjoying my delectable snack,’ he counters.
‘I literally can’t watch you eat it like that.’ I lean over him in an attempt to snatch it from his grasp, but he holds it up high with a triumphant look.
‘Oh, who’s the thief now?’ he jokes, still chewing happily. I clamber right into his lap, briefly letting myself enjoy the feel of his skin against my own as I stretch up to reach it.
‘Still you,’ I spit back at him with a grin as I fail to pry open his fingers.
‘Really? Doesn’t seem that way.’
I give up and give him a haughty look. ‘No more strawberry laces for you.’
The way he’s looking up at me makes me still.
His eyes are alight, dripping with desire as they clash with my own, and something inside me unravels.
My resolve breaks in a flash and I lean down to kiss him, pressing my fingers into his hair.
He responds immediately, gathering me in his arms with desperation, as if I might vanish at any moment.
The strawberry lace falls to the floor, forgotten.
Our kiss turns frenzied and my self-control quickly frays as I let my hands roam hungrily over the hardness of his shoulders and down his chest. The heat in my belly ricochets down to my core.
His hands are everywhere: across my jaw, in my hair, down my stomach and up my thighs; but his movements are more restrained, like he’s testing his own patience.
Before long his hands are moving up my ribs and I can barely get a grip on the sensations cascading through my body when he rolls my nipple between his thumb and finger through the thin lace of my bra.
My breath comes out in short, hard bursts against his lips as he patiently teases them, like he’s got all the time in the world.
The hardness in his lap brushes against the most sensitive part of me, teasing me, and I grind against it – desperate for the contact and heat of him.
And with that his restraint snaps, and in a swift motion he lifts me in his arms and places me carefully down onto my bed before capturing his lips against mine again.
He covers my body with his own, tracing kisses against my neck and down my collarbone as I rake my hands across the hard planes of his back.
Marvelling at how strong and powerful he feels.
Every strip of material that creates a barrier between our bodies feels maddening.
I reach behind me to unclasp my bra and shed it, ignoring any self-consciousness that flares inside me.
Elliot’s mouth moves to my breasts immediately, licking and gently sucking my nipples until my head is tipped all the way back and I’m biting down on a moan.
‘Can you keep quiet, Nora?’ he asks, his voice a low rumble.
‘We’ll see,’ I whisper, and his shoulders shake with laughter.
His fingertips trail across my skin before they cradle my face, and his lips crash against mine again. I shiver as he buries them inside the mess of my hair.
I wrap my legs up around his hips and fight to not gasp out loud at how hard and massive he feels against my stomach. I let myself moan into his mouth when he grinds his pelvis tightly, slowly, against mine.
Desire lights my core with an intensity that feels all-encompassing, the ache begging to be tempered.
It’s every bit as good as I hoped it would feel when he makes contact with my clit again and again.
I lose almost every shred of self-consciousness, starting to pant and lift my hips desperately off my mat to get maximum contact and friction.
‘Can I?’ I ask breathlessly, plucking the edge of his briefs between my fingers.
His eyes are a storm, his breath ragged. ‘If you want to.’
I don’t hesitate to pull them down and my eyes nearly bulge as I take him in.
I’m close to making an ‘impressive wingspan’ joke when his lips meet mine again and my body splinters into nothing but need.
His hand slides underneath the fabric of my underwear at my hipbone, and his thumb gently circles the flesh around my hip.
His touch is so infuriatingly close to where I need it that I groan with desperation and reach down to remove them myself.
The length of his entirely naked body against mine is so hard and hot and good it almost makes me light-headed.
But Elliot pulls back, forcing himself up to look me over with shallow and broken breaths.
He briefly stills as he takes in my naked form with dark and hungry eyes, and I resist the temptation to cover myself.
‘My God, Nora, you’re going to ruin me,’ he whispers in reverence.
The urge to cover myself dies at the sound of his broken words.
His fingers drift downward and the sound of our shallow breaths fill the tent. When he speaks again, his voice is hoarse.
‘Can I touch you?’
I nod with fervour, and his lips on mine are slow and patient as his hand trails my stomach and then further down.
I’m trying to get control of my breathing when his fingers ever so lightly dance down my entrance, which I know is probably the most slick and ready its ever been.
He inhales sharply and I keep my eyes clamped firmly shut as his finger drifts around it.
‘Fuck, Nora,’ he murmurs with awe. ‘Is this all for me?’ he asks, and I can hear the stupid smile in his voice.
I just about gather myself enough to cast a glare in his direction, but he interrupts it with a kiss as his fingers move back up to my clit so teasingly slow I feel like I might die.
And when he runs his middle finger around it and begins circling it, my hips buck in desperation and I break my mouth away from his to gasp in a breath.
He continues this motion, deliciously and torturously slow. Despite my attempts to keep quiet, a breathy moan that sounds like mine fills the tent. It’s not long until my body is squirming and my back is arching with need.
I reach out for him, desperate to touch him. When I wrap my fingers around his length, I’m definitely a little flattered, but more than anything I’m astonished by how impossibly hard he is. His eyes slam shut and it seems like he’s trying to steady his breathing.
I freeze. ‘Is this okay?’ I ask, watching how his face darkens with pleasure.
He just nods, swallowing hard.
I move my hand up down him slowly, feeding the wicked part of me that wants to torture him in the same way he did to me.
I’m mesmerised by his face, watching his beautiful features tighten and relax in rhythm with my movements.
Until the part of me begging to be filled won’t be ignored for any longer.
‘Can we?’ I ask, watching his gaze turn from desperate to wide-eyed and alert.
‘I don’t have a condom,’ he whispers.
‘I’m on the pill,’ I tell him. ‘And I got tested after Greg.’
‘Me too,’ he reassures me.
Our lips join again as he begins to slide inside me with more ease than I expected, until I’ve taken every inch. I bite down on my lip to mask a moan, watching his face as his expression twists, darkens with pleasure.
‘Fuck, give me one second,’ he whispers against my lips, gathering himself before he makes any movement.
My body immediately starts shaking underneath him as he starts to move in and out in careful, gentle strokes.
The only sounds in the tent are the broken moans and heavy breaths that I desperately hope no one else is hearing.
His hands moving through my hair and over my breasts is enough to make me wild, and I feel like I can’t get close enough when he breaks the kiss.
‘Can you come just from this?’ he asks between jagged breaths. I look up at him, dazed.
‘I don’t think so,’ I answer honestly.
He gives me one more chaste kiss before righting himself so he’s looking down at me with the glint in his eye I know so well.
He wastes no time reaching for my clit and tenderly stroking it as he pumps in and out of me in a steady rhythm, making my head tip all the way back and my back arch from the sensation.
A new pressure starts to gather inside my core and it feels like the surface of my skin is scalding, about to burst into flames.
His voice snaps me back to life.
‘You sure you’re not faking it for me, Nora?’ he murmurs, but there’s a wickedness in his eyes and a knowing smile on his lips. Thinking back to our conversation yesterday, I laugh but it ends up coming out as more of a moan.
‘Shut up,’ I pant.
He chuckles and leans down to kiss me again, his fingers somehow never losing contact with my body.
I gasp, losing myself in the feeling of him so deep inside me, the sensation of his hard, shallow breaths.
The way he kisses me with such heat it makes me dizzy.
I lose myself so much that I almost don’t hear the approaching shouts and footsteps near our tent and my body instinctively freezes.
But Elliot doesn’t slow down – if anything, he pumps even faster and continues to kiss me with that mischievous glint in his eyes that I’m beginning to love and hate in equal measure.
My stomach tightens and I can feel myself hurtling towards the brink; hoping to contain the sounds that threaten to burst out of me.
His fingers circle my clit with increasing speed; I silently thank the gods that the passers-by are gone when I let out an unexpected cry of pleasure into Elliot’s mouth so loud it would probably wake up the tent next to us.
My entire body tenses before the pressure inside my core releases with an intensity that makes my toes curl and my body arch back, and I have to grab onto the pillow behind my head for some purchase.
‘I’ve got you,’ he croons into my ear. ‘I’ve got you.’
His arms tighten around me and I ricochet off the edge.
My entire body fractures and pulses with a pleasure so acute I cling to him to stay tethered to the earth.
My body clenches around him again and again, my mind emptying as I ride the rolling waves.
I feel his cock still as he comes inside me with a hard exhale, his voice grinding out a quiet, ‘Fuck, Nora.’
I feel like I’m outside of myself when he starts kissing my neck and I nearly don’t hear the whisper against my skin of, ‘Perfect, you’re so perfect.’
When he slides out of me, he breaks away for a moment, his eyes dancing fleetingly around my face, as if he’s checking I’m real.
I follow the shape of his jaw with my fingertips and kiss him again, in a way that feels easy and unhurried.
Eventually, he lies down next to me, wrapping both his arms around me.
The rain pattering against the roof of the tent gets heavier and heavier, the sound of it so soothing I rest my eyes for a moment, still basking in the sensation of his skin on mine. He presses a kiss to my forehead and I make a conscious effort to tame the grin that wants to escape.
I stretch my arms above my head in a way that feels so specifically sublime after an orgasm and watch the way he eyes my body with such reverence. I decide to let the grin free after all.
‘Do I look like a sexually satisfied woman, now?’ I tease as I face him in all my radiant glory.
He purses his lips and looks me over, pretending to study me seriously, before revealing a smile of his own. ‘Mmm, not enough.’
I huff with laughter as he reaches for me again, and without even thinking about it, I reach back.