Page 65 of Holding Ground

Elliott’s words make me feel desirable and proud, of all things.

He keeps my legs separated and thrusts into me, watching the whole time.

“Fuck…” The word comes out as a groan. “Touch yourself.”

I do as he says, licking the tips of my ring and middle fingers before bringing them to my clit. When I massage myself, the first flutters of my orgasm stir.

Elliott must feel it too because he says, “That’s it. Get yourself off while I’m stretching this pussy.”

I moan, loving it. I can’t help it. There’s no way I would’ve thought that Elliott would be a dirty talker, but I am here for every second of it. When I apply more pressure, my core tightens around his hard length.

“I’m close, I’m close.”

He picks up his pace, and the push and pull of him, the drag of his hard length against my nerve endings, coupled with my fingers, throws me over the edge before I’m entirely prepared for it. My eyes squeeze shut, and I come on a cry, with no idea what words slip out of my mouth.

Rather than slow his pace, he rips my hand away from my clit, leaning over me and pinning it to the mattress over my head. The position changes the angle of his cock, and every time he thrusts into me, he hits that perfect spot inside me, the one that feels amazing and yet too intense. I instantly want more of it and want it to stop, all at the same time.

Elliott pushes harder, and in less than a minute, I’m coming again, harder than I did the first time. I’m aware of Elliott shuddering inside me, then holding himself there as he empties himself into the condom on a strangled groan.

We both lie there, trying to catch our breath, trying to process what just happened.

Elliott gently removes my legs from around his shoulders, and they fall to the mattress before he pulls back to gaze down at me. His eyes travel my face, while he gently pulls back the sweat-slicked hair that’s stuck to my forehead.

He leans in to kiss me, and I’m not sure what I expect, but it isn’t the sweet, almost cherishing kiss that he gives me.

That was the most passionate sex of my life, followed by the sweetest, most weighted kiss I’ve ever received. This man is such a juxtaposition sometimes.

“That was intense.”

I chuckle. “Understatement of the century.”

“I don’t want to move, but I need to get rid of this condom.”

I nod, even though I don’t want him to go either.

He rolls off me and goes to the bathroom, returning a minute later and sliding back into bed with me, pulling me into his chest. We lie for a long while, not saying anything, until Elliott groans. Given that my ear is directly against his chest, it sounds deeper than usual.

“I have to go get Baylor from school pickup.” He tugs me back before I can roll off him. “Where do you think you’re going?”

“You said you have to go.”

Without warning, he rolls us over so that I’m on the bottom, and I yelp, then chuckle, my arms wrapping around his neck, my fingers playing with his hair.

“We have a couple of minutes.” He lowers his body to mine, and I feel the press of his growing erection against my thigh.

His lips meet mine, and my fingers grip his hair a little tighter. I could easily become addicted to this…to him.

When things really heat up, I turn my head, not allowing him to kiss me. “You have to go.”

Elliott groans and drops his head into the curve of my neck, his facial hair tickling me. Then he rolls off me and gets up before getting dressed. All that physical labor he does over at the camp has done wonderful things for his body, so I ogle him for a minute before getting dressed myself.

His heated eyes watch me gather my discarded clothes and put them back on, and I studiously avoid the invitation in his gaze.

Once we’re both dressed again, he pulls me into him, his deep-blue eyes full of some emotion I can’t quite name. “Thank you, Emelia.”

I chuckle. “Did you just thank me for having sex with you?”

“No.” He shakes his head, then kisses my temple. “No, I’m thanking you for…I don’t even know. Being you, I guess? I was a complete dick to you when you first came to town, and you didn’t hold it against me. I just…I guess, thank you for reminding me that there’s more to life than the way I’ve been living for the past five years.”