Chapter 33 Elliot #3
The only clothes left on her are her underwear.
That is something we need to change asap.
Kissing down the length of her neck, I bite down on the sweet spot over her pulse, loving the way her body reacts to me.
All the while, my hands slide her underwear over her ample hips until they join the dress on the floor.
All of a sudden, I feel a change in her posture, her body language changing.
Instantly I pull back, scanning her from head to toe to work out what I’ve done wrong.
“Holly? Is everything okay?” I ask with a frown, not wanting to continue unless she is one hundred percent sure this is what she wants.
Everything was going fine until I removed her underwear…
her cheeks are flushed pink, she drops her gaze and attempts to cover herself.
Realisation strikes like a thunderbolt as I work out exactly what the issue is.
“Don’t you dare be self-conscious,” I warn, in a tone far sharper than I had intended, but I’m just so mad that she would feel that way.
Who has treated her so badly to make her that self-conscious?
Is it something I’ve done to make her feel uncomfortable?
Dread twists my gut, and I make up my mind that I will never give her a reason to feel that way ever again.
“You are gorgeous, and if anybody has ever said otherwise, they need their fucking eyes tested.” Leaning in, I let my lips brush over hers ever so softly, giving her a sweet, delicate kiss.
With slow, deliberate movement, I brush some of her golden curls back over her shoulder so I can see her body clearly.
“I don’t see a single fault. Do you understand me? ”
She starts to nod automatically and quickly realises that I’m going to need to hear the answer before I accept it. “Yes, I understand.” Her words are whispered against my lips and, surprisingly, I believe her.
Her hands cup my cheeks as she presses her forehead against mine, enjoying a moment of quiet.
I don’t push her or try to hurry things along, as I get the sense she’s working through some things of her own.
We stay in this position for a minute or so, and when she takes a step back, she looks up at me with a tentative smile. “Come with me.”
She slips away from my hold, snagging my hand at the last moment, pulling me behind her.
We move through the apartment, with her naked and me following, still fully dressed at this point.
It’s not long before we reach a room at the back of the apartment, but as soon as we step over the threshold, I realise this must be her bedroom.
There is always something that feels sacred when entering somebody’s bedroom for the first time.
This is the place where they are most vulnerable, where they get their rest, and also where they can get their pleasure.
Keeping this in mind, I pause in the doorway as she releases my hand.
My eyes track her as she moves over to a small lamp by the bedside, turning it on so there’s a warm glow of light filling the room and accentuating body.
Her cheeks are flushed pink, but she doesn’t let that stop her as she crawls onto her king-size bed and positions herself in the centre, her expression expectant as she clears her throat.
“Will you join me?”
I am so fucking proud of her. She feels a little embarrassed, which is normal when you’re putting yourself out there, but she’s not letting it stop her from getting what she wants. That something is me.
I don’t need asking twice. With deft fingers, I remove my shirt and trousers until only my underwear remains, my cock straining against the fabric.
Practically leaping onto the bed, I crawl up the length of her body until I am positioned over her, my legs straddling her hips.
Holly melts beneath me as I kiss her and our hands explore each other’s bodies, learning curves, scars and contours.
Of course, pretty quickly my hand ends up between her legs and I run my fingers over her cunt, exploring her most intimate area and discovering what she likes.
I find her clit, and I use my thumb to massage circles into the small bundle of nerves.
Her back arches and she gasps each time my thumb flicks over it, and I fucking love the response she gives.
It’s addictive, her pleasure fuelling my own.
I’ve not even touched my cock yet, but I know I’m not far from finding release.
Sliding down further until my face is level with her pelvis, I know I can give her even more pleasure.
She’s already wet and waiting for me, her arousal glistening on her pussy.
I can’t wait any longer. I need taste her.
Working down her body, I leave a trail of kisses on her pelvis to get to the apex of her thighs.
I spread her legs wider so I can get better access, and I settle myself between them.
My tongue flicks out and the moment I taste her, a deep, guttural moan seems to ripple through my entire body.
She curses, the vibrations from my groan intensifying the sensations she’s feeling.
There is a tug on my hair, momentarily distracting me from where I’m kissing and sucking on her clit, and I realise it’s her fingers gripping onto it.
The sense of masculine gratification makes me smile.
She can pull on my hair as hard as she likes as I give her pleasure like she’s never felt before.
With my tongue switching between her clit and the entrance to her pussy, I use my fingers to slip into her, stretching her out and making her ready for my cock.
I’ve always enjoyed going down on a woman, but for some reason, with Holly, it might just be my new favourite thing. She is so reactive to my touch, even the light breath I blow across her swollen clit makes her pussy clench and a sigh of pleasure escape those sinful lips.
Her body moves with the motion of my hand, her hips rocking and her hands tightening in my hair she urges me on.
I know the exact moment that she is truly ready for me as the groans become near constant.
Sitting back on my heels, I push down my boxer shorts and take my cock in hand.
Squeezing, I pump my dick several times, her eyes locked on the motion the entire time.
It feels so fucking good, especially with her watching me, but I know it will feel even better when I’m inside her.
Settling myself between her thighs once more, I meet her gaze.
Her face is red, although not from being self-conscious this time, and the look she gives me is one of pure affection.
Placing the head of my cock to her entrance, it slips in with a roll of my hips.
I quickly thrust into her again, striking up a slow but steady rhythm until I’m sure that she’s adjusted to my size.
Our moans fill the room, becoming a backing-track of our pleasure, a symphony of mutual bliss as we create a new bond between us.
I stare down at her, the moment stretching on as I watch the most beautiful sight I’ve ever seen.
Hair strewn around her, she looks like an angel.
Unlike the heavenly beings, she is naked, her breasts bouncing with each thrust of my hips, and her breath comes in pleasure-filled gasps as she rocks her body to meet each of my movements.
This is more than just sex, and I can see she understands that too.
This is a sharing of souls, binding us in a way not possible otherwise.
In this moment, everything else that we are and who are expected to be disappears and we can just be Holly and Elliot.
Everything about her makes me believe that there could be a happy ending out there for me, a life where she is at the centre.
Even now, she trusts me after everything that happened, has laid herself bare and challenged her doubts, and that is a gift I’ll never underestimate.
Holly will never truly understand how momentous this is for me.
Her hands clutch onto my hips, urging me forward while her eyes stay locked on mine.
More than words are shared between us in this time, a silent sharing of trust and truth that has to be earnt.
Our movements have become shorter and sharper, as we chase our release.
I’m so close, right on the edge of cumming, but I won’t let myself go until she cums first. Her pleasure is more important to me than my own, so I will hold it back for as long as I need to.
However, I know as soon as she does, I will be almost immediately following her.
After all, there is nothing sexier than watching a woman cum.
I ease my hand between our bodies, gravitating to that bundle of nerves just above her cunt.
My fingers find it quickly and I press down, rubbing in circles.
The impact is almost immediate, her body jerking beneath me like a bolt of electricity has shot through her.
I thrust into her with all I’ve got, not needing to hold back much longer.
She bites down on her lip and I thrust again.
Her pussy suddenly clenches around me, her back bowing and she makes a noise so delicious that that makes it impossible for me not to cum.
My balls tighten and my cock jerks inside her, each pulse of her pussy milking my cum.
We probably should have used a condom – I have no idea if she is on birth control – but the idea of her filled with my cum makes my cock twitch again.
Knowing that she has a piece of me inside her brings me a primal thrill that I’ve never experienced before.
We can deal with that and the new revelation at a later time, but right now I just want to watch her she comes down from her high, my hips gently rocking to get as much pleasure for her as possible.
Each little twitch and post-orgasm noise that she makes only endears her to me more.
She is so gorgeous, especially sprawled out beneath me with my cum dripping from her.
That fucking ex of hers doesn’t know what he’s missing.
Slowly, I pull out of her and collapse down onto the bed beside her, scooping her into my arms and tucking her tightly against my body.
We’re going to need to shower and tidy up, not to mention the conversation that will need to be had with Clay and Bear, but this moment is ours, and I’m not going to let anything spoil it.