“What are you doing?” he asks, voice light and... happy. When I look I see the corner of his eyes crinkling with that happiness too, and his platinum hair glows like liquid gold in the candlelight.
God, he’s gorgeous.
I kiss him again, needing the contact, needing him.
“I still can’t believe you’re here,” I whisper, unable to separate our lips completely.
“Believe it,” he says, a laugh in his voice. “But put me down, please, I?—”
“No, I want you in my bed.” The sudden, desperate need to have him there, to have that memory of himheremakes me stumble. “Shit.”
“Lex,” Eli breathes out, a groan and a laugh somehow mixed in his tone. “Too tight.”
“Sorry, sorry.” I set him down carefully, but he keeps his hands on my shoulders and looks up at me with his patented shit-eating grin.
“So you want me in your bed, huh?”
“I do,” I whisper without shame, but after a fraction of a second, a new must appears on my to-do list.
One day, standing exactly like we are right now, somewhere prettier hopefully and wearing anything other than sweatpants, I’m going to say those exact words again. I’ll mean them just as much as I do right now.
Someday, everything will be okay.
Now, though, Eli’s looking pensive, with his head tilted just so, as he cards his fingers through my hair.
“I love how your brain works,” he whispers, and a smirk pulls at the corner of my lips. It’s the best compliment I could ever get from him. “And I love the bed idea, but I had a whole thing planned here with the candlelight, the windows, and the fireworks.”
There’s no fighting the smile that takes over my face.
I just pick him up again and turn to walk us to my room. I think, briefly, about mentioning that my bedroom also has big windows and a view of the Pacific, but why would I talk when I can simply enjoy the feel of Eli kissing my neck and cheek sweetly?
“Shower okay?” I ask, praying it doesn’t kill the mood. “Airplane,” is all I can give as an explanation, but it’s not needed since Eli’s already nodding against my shoulder.
It’s yet another brand new experience, undressing with him in the misting bathroom, seeing him naked and wet, watching his hand disappear behind his back while I soap up my arms.
“I, uh...” He sounds hesitant for the first time. “I did a little prep already.”
The prettiest blush spreads over the apples of his cheeks, and I use all my strength to remain standing—as opposed to falling to my knees to worship him.
Instead, I pump more soap into my palm and wash his torso, his muscular shoulders, his neck.
I bend down to kiss him once, twice, then pull back and focus on his legs, his hard cock. Again I remind myself we have time, maybe an hour still, and I doubt I’ll last long once I’m inside him, but I’ll do my very best to make this the best night of Eli’s life.
So I don’t kiss him again until we’re standing at the foot of the bed. With long, deep strokes of my tongue, I feel him relax into it, melt into me.
Until a catastrophic thought pops into my head.
“Fuck!”
Eli jumps about a foot in the air, and who could blame him when I just shouted in his face.
“What?” he demands.
“I don’t have condoms,” I confess in a pained groan.
“I do, silly,” Eli says, his tone still harsh, but then he dissolves into giggles before running out of the room buck naked.
It’s an inspiring sight.
