I sucked in a breath as his fingers grazed my underwear, already wet and revealing how badly I wanted him to touch me. He slid his hand under the thin fabric until he could run his fingers along my slick folds. My body jerked beneath him, but his eyes never left mine. His expression was serious as his fingers circled, spreading my wetness. I gasped and my hips moved involuntarily, silently begging him to go further.
“Please, Eli,” I whimpered.
“Calla,” he groaned.
“I’m ready.”
“I need to hear you say it. That you’re really ready. For me.”
“Yes, Eli. Please.”
He kissed me, slowly and passionately. His fingers continued to tease my clit as his tongue explored my mouth. I gasped and held onto his arm when he slid a finger inside me.
“Are you okay?” he asked, watching my reaction carefully.
“Yes. Keep going.”
He pressed his forehead to mine, kissing me as his fingers worked slowly. My body reacted instinctively, my hips rising to meet his hand. He moved his hand with intention, and witheach stroke in and out, a pressure started to build deep within me. A feeling I could barely remember. I moaned his name.
“Calla,” he murmured against my mouth.
“Faster, please,” I begged. He kissed my neck as his thumb grazed my clit, his fingers picking up speed. I gripped his arm, his shoulders, his neck—any part of him I could grab.
“I want to watch you fall apart,” he whispered.
My body was no longer listening to any commands I was trying to send. It was acting entirely on its own, responding only to the pleasure Eli was giving me. The pressure built and built, and as Eli kissed my neck and increased his pace, a wave crashed through me, taking over every nerve in my body.
I gasped, clutching his shoulders as Eli held me tightly, kissing my face and continuing to thrust until the wave dissipated.
I lay there panting as he stared down at me. Even though I had just completely come apart in his arms, I felt no trace of vulnerability. Probably because I could see my own raw emotion matched in his face. He dipped his head to press his lips lightly against mine. I wrapped myself around him, savoring how perfect this moment felt—and how much more of him I still wanted.
I tugged at his boxer briefs, but he stopped me.
“We don’t have to rush this,” he said, but his jaw ticked with restraint.
“Eli.” My voice was still shaky. “I haven’t felt this alive in years. I can’t remember the last time I wanted something so badly. I want all of you. Right now. In this moment. Everything is perfect.”
Eli kissed me, long and hard. His tongue caressed mine, his body pressing mine into the mattress. I could feel him pulsing, wanting, and waiting. I didn’t know if I’d ever want anything more than I wanted this right now.
I reached down again and tugged at his underwear, pulling them down his muscular thighs. My core clenched with anticipation as he leaned back to tear off the rest of the offending material. He practically ripped my underwear as he pulled them off me.
As he lowered himself back over me, I could feel his length pressing against me.
“Condom,” I whispered.
He sat up and looked around before grabbing a tray from the side of the bed. It was full of toiletries. He held up a package of condoms. “Seems the producers thought of everything,” he said quietly.
I didn’t hesitate. I ripped the box from his hands and tore it open. Eli’s expression suddenly turned wary.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
He looked pained. “Maybe. . . maybe we should wait.”
One look at his erection and the fact that he was physically restraining himself from me told me he wanted to wait even less than I did.
“I can’t think of anything worse right now than you not being inside me.”
He closed his eyes, and grunted, jaw clenched. “Fuck,” he muttered. “I want you so bad.”
