46. Eli
Eli
We had a long night with a structure fire on the west side of town and I am exhausted.
My mom could see it when I went to pick up Wren and suggested that I go get some rest and come back after.
We are having an early family dinner with my sisters there today, so I’m hoping I can talk Kendra into coming back with me.
There’s a plain cardboard package open on the kitchen island when I come in the side door that catches my attention. It’s empty and addressed to Kendra.
I wonder what she ordered.
I look closer at the address on the box again and smile seeing that she used my house instead of hers.
Kendra’s red sedan was parked in her driveway behind the large green dumpster that Easton Shore had delivered for the renovation. Kendra’s here somewhere. The house is quiet though, so I know she’s not watching TV in the living room. Maybe she is showering or sleeping in?
Making my way upstairs I hear quiet humming sounds coming from the direction of Kendra’s bedroom. I should go to my own room, leave her alone, and take a nap—but my feet carry me directly to her door.
It’s cracked open a good two feet, giving me a perfect view of what must be a fucking dream I’ve fallen into, because there’s no way this is really happening.
I bite down on my fist, stifling a moan.
Kendra’s laid out on her bed wearing a black silk, lace-trimmed slip that is pooled up around her spread thighs.
Her blonde head of hair with those sexy-as-hell pink highlights that are so her spill over her pillow, a wild mess.
Eyes closed in pleasure, the humming sound I heard is trapped tightly in her hand, between her legs—a red rose vibrator pulsing against her clit, her pussy glistening with need.
I’m hard as stone beneath my navy tactical pants, don’t think I can get any harder.
And then . . . Kendra calls out my name.
“Eli, mmm, Eli,” she pants, biting down on her plump lip, eyes still shut, hips thrusting, searching for a pleasure I know that little clit-sucking vibrator cannot deliver alone.
“Yeah, sweetheart,” I rumble out, palming my cock.
Kendra shrieks in alarm, eyes popping open, and she scrambles up the bed trying to cover herself.
“Please don’t stop,” I beg.
“How long have you been home?” she asks with heated eyes, no trace of fear left in her voice, the shock of being discovered smoldering into something else.
“Long enough. How long have you been fantasizing about having me between your pretty legs?” I take a single step into the room, her gaze dropping to the front of my pants where I am slowly undoing my belt.
“What are you doing?”
“Couples that play together stay together.” I grin at her.
“We’re not a couple,” she quips back.
“Play with me, sweetheart. I won’t even touch you . . . this time.” I beg more, “Please.”
I can see the wheels and the desire spinning in her pretty, steel eyes. Finally, Kendra nods, slides back down the bed, head landing on the pillows, and she spreads her legs back open giving me the best view, the one I never thought I’d have the privilege of ever seeing again.
Dropping to my knees in reverence, I hear her gasp as I crawl the length of the bedroom until I reach her on the bed. Kendra is wide-eyed and practically drooling.
“Why did you do that?” she demands to know.
“I’ll get down on me knees for you, crawl to you, beg for you every day for the rest of my fucking life if that’s what it takes to make you understand, Kendra.” I stare into her eyes, pouring my heart out to her.
“Understand w-what?” she whispers.
“That I never should have let you go. That it was the biggest mistake of my life. That I am absolutely crazy about you.” I kiss her ankle, breaking my no-touching rule because I can’t help it, getting a thrill seeing the goose bumps that ripple across her skin.
Kendra spreads her legs wider on a pained groan, like my bold confession and simple kiss are untangling things for her in ways she is not ready for, so she is going to distract herself and get lost in the lust between us.
Fine by me, the other stuff can wait. And I would have said I love her, right here and now, but I know she’s not ready to hear that yet.
I pull out my weeping length as Kendra brings the rose back to life with a click and presses it to her clit.
“Oh-ooohhh.” Kendra thrusts her hips, and it takes everything in me not to grip her thighs and bury my face between her legs. I’m so close I can smell her sweet muskiness that I have been craving for the past nine long years.
“That’s it, sweetheart, make yourself come knowing that I’m right here watching you work that perfect pussy.
Knowing that I’m dreaming about the day I can bury myself deep inside you again.
” My hand rubbing over my new piercing combined with watching Kendra is driving me right to the fucking edge of madness.
“Eli, please,” Kendra moans, her gaze locking with mine.
“Tell me what you want. I’ll give you anything you want, sweetheart,” I confess.
“Come on me.” She shoves the slip up well past her hips, tosses the rose to the side, and shoves two fingers deep in her slick center.
I think I may pass out from how damn hot her demanding confidence is and the sight of what she’s doing to herself.
Standing at her command, I stroke faster as her orgasm hits, making her body tense in pleasure.
Hot ropes of cum shoot from me splashing across her stomach, pussy, her hand—fingers still buried deep inside of my lost paradise.
It’s the hottest thing I have ever experienced.
Kendra slips her fingers out, trailing them across the sticky cum on her skin, then holds them up to look at it.
I kneel on the bed, hovering over her, grip her wrist possessively, and suck her fingers into my mouth tasting both of us on my tongue.
I moan, craving more of her, wishing I could take it right from the source.
Kendra bites her lip, obviously turned on, then pulls me down by the front of my shirt in a kiss that feels like a claiming of her own.