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His words make me shiver, and before I have time to take a breath, he slowly eases his cock inside of me, and I gasp.
“Oh, yeah,” he mutters, filling me up. “So fucking good. So tight.”
I bite down on my lip, trying to get a handle on my emotions, but it’s impossible. His sexy voice in my ear, the sensation of him deep inside of me, and the creak of the mattress beneath us... it’s all too real. This is really happening. Everything I wanted is here, right now.
“Are you okay?” He brushes a lock of hair away from my face as he stares down at me.
His movements are slow and easy, and I know he’s being gentle to make sure I get used to him and his size. I’m beyond overwhelmed, especially because he seems just as lost in this as I am.
“I’m perfect.”
“I wanted you since the first time I saw you in that coffee shop,” he murmurs. “You were so fucking cute. The second we started talking, I knew you were just my type.”
“Me?”
“Yes, you,” he assures me. “Fuck,” he groans, easing his hips forward and making me gasp. “You feel so good.”
Tension begins to build in my tummy again, and when he lifts his head to look at me, I let out an involuntary whimper. Heat flickers in his eyes, and the mood shifts again, turning hot and urgent.
“I love the sounds you make,” he says, running his hand down over my ass. He lifts my leg and pulls me tight against his body. “I need to get closer to you.”
Eli kisses me again, and this time, it’s desperate and seeking. Soon, he’s rocking into me quickly, and I can’t stop whimpering with pleasure. I haven’t ever felt like this during sex before.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you, Holland.” His breath is warm against my ear. “Never. Not like this. I—”
Clutching his shoulders, I pull him down until our foreheads are touching. “Please.”
I lift my hips off of the mattress, my body seeking more of him, and he sucks in a breath.
“I’m gonna come.” His voice breaks on the last word, and he makes a low, growling noise deep in his throat as he shudders against me.
I hold him against me as his breath comes fast, not wanting to lose the closeness of this moment. I didn’t come, but it was the most meaningful, pleasurable sex of my life.
“Holland,” Eli whispers, kissing me tenderly on the cheek. He slips from my body, then pauses a moment before sliding his hand between my legs. “Look at me.”
The second I feel his fingers touch my clit, my eyelids flutter closed, but he makes a soft noise, getting my attention. “Don’t stop looking at me.”
There’s something so deeply intimate about him watching me, inches from my face, while he pleasures me with his fingers.
It only takes a few more strokes and I go off, letting out a sharp cry as I come. He kisses me, then gives me a few seconds to catch my breath before he stands and disposes of the condom.
When he’s done cleaning himself off, he climbs back into the bed, and I snuggle close to him, laying my hand on his chest. My own emotions are on overload as I study his face. He’s staring at the ceiling, and I can’t help but wonder what he’s thinking. Despite what we just did, I can feel tension radiating off of him.
“I don’t even know how all this happened,” I say softly. “But I’m glad it did.”
“Yeah,” he echoes, then falls silent again. After a few minutes, he sits up and skins on his jeans, then grabs a beer from his little fridge. “Want one?”
“Um, sure,” I say slowly, feeling prickles of uneasiness at his suddenly odd mood. “I’ll take one.”
Okay, there’s no need to panic. Itisa weird situation, after all. We’ve been friends all semester, and we’ve just been as intimate as two people can be physically. It’s common sense that there would be a period of adjustment, right?
Eli twists the top off of the bottle and hands me a beer, then scoops my clothes off of the floor and places them at the end of the bed.
I stare at the heap of clothing, then take a long, draining gulp from the bottle. Okay, what’s the protocol? Do I get dressed now? Was that a hint?
A commotion from outside the door startles me, and Eli glances over at it. It sounds like someone is at the bottom of the little staircase.
“D! What’s up? You busy fucking, or what? Get your ass back down to the party. We’re setting up the table for beer pong.”
