She pouts. “It’s a shame to have to sheathe all that magnificence.”
“One day,” I say, holding back the emotion in my voice, “we won’t.”
I lean over her and she takes my cock in her hand and rubs it against where she’s wet for me. It feels amazing to finally have her under me, moaning and begging for me to take her.
For a fuzzy moment I remember that we need to talk so I can finally tell her everything, but we’re both explosively pent up and the sex train has left the station. . . there’s no stopping this now.
I lift up and kiss her as she strokes me. My lips trail along her jaw until I’m biting her earlobe and working my way back to her sweet lips. My hands glide over her curves so I can memorize every part of her. We already have our own rhythm as if our bodies are doing a slow, erotic dance.
The next time she rubs me against her I push my hips down, my ability to take my time with her falling away from me. I need to be inside of her, finally knowing what it is for her to be completely mine.
Her eyes are full of wonder as she spreads her legs open wider. “This is really going to happen, isn’t it? You want this. I swear I’d given up hope.”
“Never give up on me.” I position myself and begin to push. “I’ve always wanted you . . . I’ve imagined this a thousand times.”
“Only a thousand?” she says with a sly smile as she swivels her hips.
I’m too distracted to smile at her teasing. All of my focus is on working my cock inside of her. It’s so tight, which is only uncomfortable for about three seconds and when her body adjusts, I push further into her and cross the borderline from cautious to elated. Seriously, the feeling once I’m completely inside of her and we begin to move together is life-changing. What is my life that this gorgeous woman who makes me laugh, is also my best friend and my sexual equal? She’s the modern day Eve to my Adam—it’s just us naked, with all the time in the world, and a bed big enough to live on. Does anything else really matter?
“Oh Christ, Elle,” I say in between short, choppy breaths.
She looks transported and already covered with a sheen, while she chants indiscernible outbursts. I love her filthy mouth even more when we’re in bed and she’s going on about how fucking great I’m making her feel. In true Elle form, she doesn’t just grab me, with her other hand she keeps touching her luscious breasts and squeezing them. If her intent is to make me wild, she’s succeeding.
I slowly pull out, and with my next thrust I push her hand away and take over touching her breasts. Her hands move to my ass and she grabs on and grinds up against me. A second later she reaches up and bites me on the shoulder.
I bristle from the sting. “Hey, what’s that for?”
She gives me a wide-eyed look. “How could you deny me this glory all this time? I may never forgive you.”
I stop thrusting and release my grip on her hips so I can tease her back. I look at her with an arched brow. “Is that so? You aren’t going to forgive me? So, this is it?”
Her eyes narrow and her lips press together. “No! I didn’t say that!”
“Okay, then hold on, baby, here we go.”
I’m swept up into my desperate lust and I consume her, my movements more powerful with each thrust as she begs for more. Is she human? I’ve never known a woman who could take it this intense and love it. I’m so turned on I feel like I’m about to implode.
When she starts to come I realize it first from the look in her eyes, wild with lust and a brighter blue. She’s reached that perfect place and I’ve taken her there. As I join her, the adrenaline courses through me, lighting my fuse. Knowing that I love Elle amps every sensation up tenfold and with our final thrusts I explode.
It doesn’t take either of us long to recover. I feel like I’m wrapped in a force field ’cause Elle’s got me plugged in. I wasn’t even sure I’d still have it—two years of abstinence seems like a sure way to lose your game. But with Elle I’m as much of the beast as I used to be, only better because it’s all for her. Hell, I love this woman and I’d do anything to see that sexy, blissful gleam in her eyes. I rub my hand up and down her arm and kiss her shoulder.
“You okay?”
She sighs dramatically and shakes her head. “No, I’m not just okay . . . I’m magnificent . . . I’ve never had sex that intense.” She throws her hands up toward the ceiling and then lets them fall again. “It was epic! I’m just waiting to get the feeling back in my legs so we can fire up round two.”
That’s my girl.
She grins at me while stroking my chest with her fingertips. “You okay with that?”
I shrug. “I suppose we could do it again. There’s no good football games on, anyway.”
She hits me with her pillow before I have time to tackle her. I finally wrestle the pillow out of her hands and tuck it under my head as I lie back.
“So tell me, sexy girl, do you always come like that?”
“Like how?”
“It was pretty wild. All the screaming and writhing . . . the way you were fisting the sheets I thought you were going to rip them apart.”
“Doesn’t everyone get wild?”
I can’t tell if she’s joking or not. “Ah no. Not that wild. That was definitely a first for me.”
She gives me a side-glance. “Did it scare you?”
I laugh. “In a good kind of way. It turned me on.”
“Really?”
“Oh yeah, something fierce.”
She smiles as she circles my nipple with her fingertips. “I think everyone should just go full throttle and experience bliss like that. The world would be a better place.”
I chuckle imagining it. “That would be something all right.”
This woman . . . she’s one of a kind and she’s mine.
I like round two even better, if that’s possible. One minute she’s raking her fingernails up the inside of my thighs and teasing me. A minute later she’s straddling me and making quite a show of working my cock inch by inch until it’s inside of her.
I lean back with my arms folded under my head and watch her slowly roll her hips, lifting up and rocking down, farther and farther until I’m all the way in.
Damn. She looks as good moving over me as she feels.
Her breath catches and I worry that she’s still tender from the way we went at it earlier. I run my hands over her hips and squeeze her gently.
“You okay?”
Biting her lip, she nods. “This is crazy good. You’re bigger than my rabbit.”
“Why do you keep comparing my cock to animals?”
She grins. “I love animals, especially when they’re wild.”
While she finds her rhythm I get distracted watching her. She’s so damn beautiful. My gaze runs down from her wavy hair, past her lush lips now parted, to her full breasts and tight pink nipples, down across her curvy hips and ending between her legs where we’re joined. As she looks at me with lust-filled eyes, she rocks her hips so I can see just where she lifts up and then sinks back down over my cock.
I run my hand over her breasts and slide one hand down to stroke her clit. She shudders and leans into me, close enough that I can kiss her breasts.
“Oh yes,” she groans. She looks down to watch me shift to her other breast and tease her nipple with my tongue. As her nipple hardens I pull it in between my lips and gaze up at her with hooded eyes as I suck.
The tension slowly builds until there’s blinding intensity. The storminess in her eyes makes me thrust up powerfully as her hips sway, and when she tightens over me I can tell that she’s coming undone. My hands cup her ass and pull her down over me again and again.
“Paul,” she gasps.
“That’s right, gorgeous girl. Give it to me,” I whisper in a rough voice.
Her nails dig into my shoulders as she arches back and starts to cry out. Her hips still undulating, our gazes are locked . . . all that matters is watching the magnificence of her pleasure as it peaks, her body flushing pink as she moans.