“Here,” he repeats. His attention lowers to my messed skirt and his straining erection.
“If you want,” I say. I’m tempted to offer him other options, to make it clear it doesn’thaveto be against this tree, if he doesn’t want it to be. But he already knows.
He lowers my feet to the forest floor, but he’s moving fast enough I don’t have time to feel disappointment. His hands are already on my tights, ripping them down my legs and pulling my boots off with them. My underwear is next, and I don’t miss the way he tucks them into his pants pocket, rather than tossing them to the dirt.
I try to keep his pace, but I’m trembling too hard. I’ve barely got the button of his pants undone when I’m being lifted again.
“You’re so sweet,” he groans against my ear. His warm hands cup my ass, one trailing down my thigh, then back up, all the way into the wetness between my legs.
“I’m already wet,” I inform him, even though he obviously knows. I’m not sure if it’s more or less than I should be, but Ican’t help the flare of self-consciousness that works through me. “Is it?—”
“Perfect,” he interrupts. Presses two fingers into my cunt, curling them and groaning against my neck. “You’re the most perfect thing in the whole fucking world.”
I buck against him, moaning against the side of his neck.
“I need you to tell me,” he says. He shifts to hold me with one hand and uses the other to unbutton his pants. “If you want it harder. Softer. Slower. Faster. If you want me to stop. Okay?”
I’m nodding. I’m trembling so hard it should be humiliating. I’m too needy to care. I clench my thighs, dig my heels into his back to try to bring him closer. He pulls his cock out in a smooth motion, and I can’t hold back my whimper.
He’s long and hard and ready for me.Me. After all these years, he’s looking at me like he used to. Like there’s nowhere he’d rather be. Noonehe’d rather be doing this with.
“Say it, Secora,” he says.
“Do it however you like,” I say. I arch against him, only to whine when he leans back, denying me.
“Trust me, I’m going to love it,” he says. He strokes himself, keeping his eyes locked on mine. “But only if you love it, so tell me.”
“I’ll tell you,” I say. Mostly out of desperation.
“Good,” he says. “How do you want it, Secora?”
“I–I don’t…” I arch again, feeling a flare of heat rush through my face. “I don’t know, Elliot. I’ve never…”
“We’ll start slow,” he says. His voice is ragged, the only indication this is torture for him as much as it is for me. “Then, you’ll tell me. All right?”
“Yes,” I say. It’s a plea more than an agreement.
Luckily, it seems to be enough.
He shifts me higher and notches himself at my entrance. Iclench my legs around him, shocked at the immediate sense of pressure.Too big. Too much.
“Relax,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”
It’s what I need to hear. I relax my legs, allowing them to part farther. Elliot cups one hand behind my neck to keep my head from hitting the bark, and the other beneath my ass. He presses a soft kiss to my temple, then the edge of my mouth. When his lips finally meet mine, and his tongue smooths over mine, he presses forward.
I whimper as he inches into me. I make myself as pliant as I can, letting myself soften. With each shallow thrust, I become fuller and the pressure becomes more overwhelming, until it’s all I can feel. Just when I’m sure it’s too much, when I’m on the verge of asking him to stop, Elliot grunts against my mouth.
Animalistic and unfiltered. Satisfied in a way I’m sure I’ve never heard him. Heat scorches through me, and I buck in response, making room where I feared there wasn’t any. He slides farther, filling me until he is fully seated. His hips dig against the soft flesh of my thighs.
I open my eyes, only now realizing I’d closed them. Elliot is looking at where we’re joined, his mouth parted, chest heaving with barely restrained breaths. He looks up, eyes dark and desperate and alive.
“Okay?” he asks. His grip tightens over my neck, and I arch in response, clenching around him. He grunts. “Fuck. Careful. You’ll make me come.”
“Sorry,” I say. But I’m not, not even a little bit. I’m smiling, glancing between Elliot and the place he’s buried inside me. I shift again, and we both groan. “You have to move, I think. It’s too…you’re too…”
He pulls out, and the pain is more than the pleasure. I suck a breath through my teeth, my features crinkling.
“It will get better,” he promises. Another thrust. Another. “I promise. If it doesn’t, tell me…”
