67. Kendra
Kendra
Islip my jeans all the way off and watch, transfixed, as Eli strips out of his open flannel and white T-shirt underneath.
He’s left standing at the foot of my bed in his undone belt, jeans, and work boots.
The muscles under his olive skin ripple with each movement he makes, and I can’t wait to be in his hands, feeling the power and the passion that he’s been holding back for so long.
Going up on my knees, I take off my shirt and am left in my maroon lace bra and matching panties.
“I don’t deserve you,” Eli chokes out when he sees me. “But I am going to worship you like I do,” he vows. I yelp as he snags me around the waist and pulls me flush against his blazing hot chest, kissing me like his life depends on it.
Laying me on the edge of the bed, Eli drops to his knees and drapes my legs over his broad shoulders, kissing up my inner thighs and making me gasp. I try to squeeze my needy center together, relieve some of the pressure that is building in my core, but he has me at his mercy.
“Missed you so damn much,” Eli roughs out, pressing his face into my pussy and inhaling. Then, before I can move, or protest, he uses his hands to rip my lace panties to shreds.
“Eli!” I lean up on my elbows and look down to see his cocky smirk.
“They were in my way,” he says and then sucks my clit into my mouth, making me scream out his name again.
He’s merciless. Licking, sucking, plunging his fingers in and out of me and stroking the secret spot that has only been touched by his long, capable fingers.
I can’t take much more and I tell him that. “Please, I need,” I beg.
“What, sweetheart, tell me.” He strokes my clit.
“I need to come, please.”
“Please, who?” he demands.
“Daddy, please. Please, make me come,” I plead in a mix of desperation, annoyance, and longing.
Eli slaps my clit and I explode when he sucks it into his mouth, soaking his face as my pussy quivers and pulses. He moans as he takes one more slow lick up my seam, making my legs shake.
Standing up, grinning down at me, Eli strips off the rest of his clothes, leaving him gloriously naked in front of me. With a powerful arm he hooks it around my languid body and scoots me up the bed, unclasping my bra in the back in a swift movement as he goes.
Oh shit.
I sit up, and Eli’s laying propped up on the pillows next to me looking like a freaking Greek god.
“Um, so remember my tattoo?” I ask.
“Yeah, I guess I’ve been a bit distracted, but now that you mention it.” He lets out a humming sound from his chest, and I know he’s thinking about Keller tattooing me, touching me. His burning eyes blaze a path over my skin in pursuit of the ink.
Jesus, he’s not going to like this.
“Okay, I am going to show you. But . . .” I squeeze my eyes shut.
I feel his rough hand run up my thigh. “But what?”
“The only people that have ever seen my tattoos are Keller, obviously.”
“Obviously.” Eli narrows his eyes a bit and I roll my own.
“And my nana and Lainey. So you can’t turn into a caveman over the fact that Keller tattooed me . . . here. Promise me, right now, Hulk. Promise.” I glare at Eli, still cupping my bra tightly to my chest, and he glances down, registering what I am saying.
Gulping, Eli says, “I swear, Kendra. And I’m honored that you are trusting me, showing me this part of yourself. I understand what this means.” He leans forward, kissing me tenderly, and says, “I love you.”
His kind words and vulnerability give me the confidence to drop the lined, lace cups to the bed, revealing my breast reconstruction to him.
They are no longer the tiny handful that Eli was used to when I was nineteen.
I chose to do a fuller C-cup implant with a moderate profile.
It helps with a more natural appearance but gives me an upgrade to what Mother Nature originally provided.
Where my nipples once were, now I have the tattoos that Keller did—half of a butterfly on each breast. Each one is small, but intricate, very detailed, delicate, colorful, and absolutely unique.
The outline of the wings match, but the insides are a woven tapestry of unique beauty like the drawing I did when I was nineteen.
“Kendra,” Eli whispers, reverently, leaning closer to look. “May I?” he asks cautiously.
“Yes,” I breathe, heart hammering.
Carefully he runs a thumb over each butterfly half and then leans in to kiss them gently in turn. He cups my breasts in his large, calloused hands and I moan, leaning into him.
“Do they hurt?” He worries his bottom lip.
“Not at all. The recovery was long and painful, but they are fine now. When I got the tattoos done, Keller told me he was trained to do the special kind of tattooing for medical micropigmentation, meaning he could make it look like I had nipples. He’s done it for a lot of breast cancer survivors and people like me. ”
“But you didn’t want to do that?” Eli asks without any judgment.
I shake my head. “No, that didn’t feel like me.” I shrug.
“Well, what you chose is beautiful, unique, colorful. Just like you.” Eli kisses me.
“You can treat them like any other pair of boobs, ya know.” I laugh.
“Absolutely not,” he snaps.
I pout at him. “Eli.”
“You are fucking stunning and brave and mine. I am going to worship them just like every other inch of your body for the rest of my life.” He squeezes them both for emphasis with a grin.
“That sounds amazing . . . can you also fuck them once in a while too?” I bite my lip and bat my eyelashes at him.
“My dirty girl,” he says, pulling me to the pillows and kissing me deeply, tongue dipping into my mouth and making me dizzy with lust.
Rolling his hips, Eli’s long, hard cock presses between us, and I want him, need him to be inside of me. I reach between us and stroke him, the piercing I can’t wait to feel cool against my fingertips.
“Fuck that feels so good, sweetheart, ughhh.” Eli kisses down my neck and nips across my collarbone.
“Please, Daddy, I need you inside me . . . now.” I spread my legs for him and give a little tug on his thick length, rolling my thumb across the bead of precum leaking from the tip.
“Damnit.” Eli rolls fully on top of me, pinning me to the mattress, grabs my hands and holds them above my head, and kisses me softly as he pushes each thick inch of his long shaft deep inside my aching center.
“Ahhh, fuck,” I yell out as the pain from the stretch of his cock and the pleasure of welcoming him home after all this time overwhelm me.
“You are—so tight, so good,” Eli says as he starts to move.
The piercing rubs along my inner wall, and I see fucking stars as his length strokes me. My pussy clamps around him, begging him to stay forever, weeping and throbbing.
“I’m sorry, I am not going to last long this first time, sweetheart. It’s too fucking good.” Eli moans.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, rolling my hips with his rhythm and biting down on his bulging bicep that is propped up right next to my face.
“Come with me, sweetheart,” Eli begs. “I love you, Kendra,” he says looking deep into my eyes as my body explodes.
“I love you too,” I say back through a sob of joyful tears, and I feel hot pumps of his cum fill me.
Eli collapses on me and rolls us to the side, still tangled in each other, his half-hard cock still buried deep inside of me.
Running his hand through my hair and tucking some behind my ear, Eli says, “This is it, right? This is the start of our true second chance? No more running, no more secrets?” There is a worried look in his eyes that I hate, like I am holding all the power—his heart in my hands and he’s just waiting for me to crush it.
“Yes,” I confess. “Eli, I loved you so much I let myself believe I hated you, but that was never true. It was easier to act like you were nothing to me, but the reality is—you have always been everything. And now we don’t have to live in the shadows and the secrets of the past anymore.
We get to move forward together and embrace the light. ”
A tear rolls down his cheek, showing me just how much the man feels and hides it with his humor and a happy, easygoing personality.
There are so many layers to Eli Hargrove, and I am so lucky to have known that for so long, loving each and every one.
I wipe away the tear, kissing him softly and vowing to protect what we have.
“You are my light,” he whispers, pulling me closer and kissing my temple.