“I’m not asking you to forgive me,” she panted. “I’m just asking you to?—”
She broke off with a raspy scream when my hand slipped under her, fingers stroking her clit.
“Make you come?”
“Yes.”
It was practically a sob.
“It’s because you know I can, right?” I just needed her to say it. Admit it. I needed these little confessions to fuel me, be my life source once she was gone again. “You know how fucking good at it I am.”
“Yes.” My eyes rolled back, her body clenching around me, my body breaking down because of it. “It’s so good. You’re so good.Please, Sawyer.”
“Okay, Eleanor.” I readjusted the grip I had on her hair because I sure as hell didn’t have a grip on anything else. “I got you.”
Always.
The last thing I wanted was for this to end, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could hold out, anyway. The pleasure of being inside Eleanor Summers was nearly paralyzing; it was a miracle I was able to keep up with her.
Strumming her clit in a steady rhythm with my middle finger, I splayed the rest of my hand over her, pressing her body impossibly closer to mine. And it was almost as if that closeness waswhat she needed. As if it waseverythingshe needed, because after one, two, three more desperate, increasingly sloppy thrusts, Ellie cried out in a way I’d never forget.
It was beautifully devastating.
We’d never had this before—ecstasy that was solitary. A moment that we knew would fade. That wouldn’t happen again. Every other time Ellie had come around me like this, all I could think about was doing it again. Doing this forever.
I tried not to think about how far away that reality was right now. How foreign the wordforeversuddenly sounded in my head.
“Again,” I demanded, not willing to give her up. For this to be over. “Come again for me, Eleanor.”
“I don’t think—” she whined, but then fell silent, and I knew that regardless of what she’d just been about to claim, she could come again for me. And shewould.
I refused for it to end here. Refused to think of this as the end.
Instead, I just tried to think of her: the sweet sounds that only she made, the way her body molded against mine so perfectly, the trembling of her breaths as she came down from her high, the walls of her pussy spasming around me as she launched into another orgasm, spurred by relentless thrusts.
And that, right there, wasmydownfall.
My throat felt raw by the time I finished coming, hoarse from chanting her name and from groaning through the explosion of pleasure, unlike anything I’d ever known.
I crashed on top of Ellie and then quickly rolled to the side, not wanting to crush her. She was a panting, shivering mess. My mess—mine for tonight, anyway. I used the tip of my nose to brush her hair out of the way, searching for her ear. My head spun. I was barely with it at this point, too lost in an Ellie-induced orgasmic cloud, and I found myself opening my mouth, begging her to let me stay. I wasn’t ready to leave. I couldn’t go from being inside her to not having her at all, not so quick.
Ellie nodded, and I was partly shocked that she wasn’t pushing me away. Instead, she mumbled something aboutblankets, and I pulled one over us. She snuggled closer, and all the nervous energy in my bones fell silent. I wrapped my arms around her, and then I was still. Everything was still, quiet, peaceful. For once.
Ellie hadn’t looked at me since she’d come, but I didn’t force it. She was still so close in so many ways, and I refused to ruin the moment. Not when this was likely my only chance to hold her.
So that was what I did.
She fell asleep only moments later, and I fought to stay awake, not wanting to miss a single second. I wanted to stay up all night, counting her heartbeats and measuring her breaths. I wanted to memorize this moment, pretend it would last.
But unfortunately, I couldn’tnotfollow her this time. Sleep washed over me far too easily, only minutes later.
And then, before I knew it, the sun rose like a terror, waking me before I was ready.
Not that I would have ever been ready.
I was grateful to wake before Ellie, though. She didn’t even turn over when I slipped from her, pulled my clothes on, and gave one last look over my shoulder before walking away.
All because I wasn’t sure I could handle watching her be the one to do it.
