He was seated on the couch within seconds, rummaging in the drawer of the table next to it. He produced a condom out of seemingly thin air. When I gave him a funny look, he said, “I’m sorry, did you think Iwasn’tgoing to stash condoms around the entire house in preparation for tonight?”
My lips spread as I released a breathy laugh, grateful for his unusual foresight. Because all of Sully’s desperation had leaked into me. My breathing was erratic, my core clenching with need, my skin pebbled with goose bumps. I smoothed my hands up my stomach to cup my breasts, which were aching, nipples peaked, and Sully swore beneath his breath as he ripped open the condom wrapper.
“Put it on,” I demanded, taking careful steps on wobbly legs.
“Jesus, Eleanor.”
“What?”
“Nothing, just—” He shook his head, and my eyes fell to his fingers as they rolled the condom into place before smoothing back over it, making sure it was properly covering everything, fitting snugly at the base of his erection. “My future wife issofucking hot.”
My cheeks heated, a flush working over me as I planted one knee beside Sully’s thigh, moving to straddle him. “Do you want her to fuck you?”
“More than anything,” he breathed, tipping his head back to look up at me, letting it fall against the couch. My pulse galloped, making me feel agonized by my want for him. “Please, Ellie baby.”
“When I said you don’t have to beg, I meant it,” I said, softer, as I settled on his lap. His large hands gripped my hips, easily encompassing so much of my body as he tugged me closer, until I was poised above his erection. “I want you—” My throat closed as emotion surged into it. “Sobad,” I choked out.
“Eleanor,” Sully breathed before waiting for my eyes to find his, a clash of amber and cerulean. I sucked in, feeling spellbound by it. “I love you.” He swallowed, his throat bobbing. “I loved youten years ago. I loved you six years ago. I loved you in Boston, when you couldn’t seem to look at me even while I was inside you.”
“It was because I still loved you, too, and I was afraid for you to see it.”
He nodded, understanding. “Let me see it now.” He cupped my cheek, tilting my head down so he could see my eyes better. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
Easily. Happily. Whatever he wanted, needed, anything.
I began sinking onto him, holding my breath as he slid in, little by little. God, he felt so good and so big—stretching me in whole new ways. This was both a reunion—a homecoming—and a new start. My ring sparkled on my finger as I clutched Sully’s shoulder, trying to stay balanced even while reeling from an onslaught of sensations.
“Is it okay?” Sully checked. “Anything hurt? Anything worrying you?”
I managed a jerky shake of my head. “It’s—oh. Good, Sul.”
“Okay.” His body relaxed ever so slightly, but his fingertips still pressed into my hips, proof that he was as coiled and needy as I was on the inside. “Then breathe for me, Eleanor.”
Right.
Breathing was important.
I sucked in, letting air fill my lungs, and my body sank further onto Sully. He groaned, and I felt the vibration of it in my core, making me clench around him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “You’re almost there. You’re doing so good taking me.”
I nodded and then dropped my hips, wanting nothing more than to get there, to have him as deep inside of me as was physically possible. And then he was, and I felt so good and stretched and perfect, like my body was meant to hold his. I stilled, maintaining possession of his bright gaze while I pulsed around him, and I watched his lips part, his tongue darting out to wet them. Neither of us really seemed to know what to say, but words didn’tfeel necessary, not when I could see the naked hunger in his expression or the smoldering want, the pure, uncomplicated love.
“So good,” he murmured, repeating himself as though unable to find new words.
But I couldn’t exactly blame him, considering all I could do was nod.
So good. So, so good.
“I think I’m going to move now.”
He swallowed. “I’m glad you warned me because I think your hot cunt stroking my cock might just destroy me.”
“In a good way?” I asked as I slowly slid up his length, watching his eyes flare, and then slammed back down, making us both cry out. My forehead dropped to his, eyes fluttering shut from the sheer force of pleasure.
I could feel Sully’s rough breaths hitting my lips as he confirmed, “Otherworldly good, Eleanor. Holy fuck.”
“Sawyer.”
