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His mouth works me over. When he slips a finger inside of me, I moan. When he starts working the finger in and out of me, I may as well just give up and die, it feels so damn good.
He whips me into a frenzy in a matter of minutes. Until I’m a gasping, shaking mess, begging him to never stop. He says nothing. Just makes encouraging noises and growls against my flesh, which feels amazing. I figured since I already came, it would take a while, but nope.
I’m coming again. My limbs shaking as my brain goes completely blank and I’m lost to the sensation of his lips sucking my clit, his fingers fucking me as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me.
Jesus God, if I end up in heaven, at least I went with a smile on my face.
His mouth gentles as the tremors slowly subside, as if he knows it’ll be too much for me if he continues. Which he does. He knows me so well.
Better than anyone else on this earth.
“Baby,” he murmurs against my thigh, just before he drops a kiss there. “That was fucking hot.”
I can’t speak. My eyes pop open and I stare up at the ceiling, trying to control my breathing. My body. But it’s as if my bones have turned to liquid and I can’t move. I can’t even remove my hand from his hair. I thread my fingers through the silky strands when he lifts his head, and I can feel his gaze on me.
Finally, I turn my eyes onto him, breathless at the expression on his face. The way his lips shine from just going down on me. The sweat clinging to his forehead. I offer him a small smile and it’s as if it spurs him into action.
He yanks down his jeans, kicking his shoes off before he can get rid of everything. The boxers are next—black and designer, of course. His cock is huge and my gaze drops to it, my eyes widening the longer I stare at it.
Damn. It’s bigger than I remember. It’s been a while since we’ve been together and I worry—
“Come here.” His voice is soft. Sexy. I rise up and go to him, letting him pull me onto his lap, his arms going around me and holding me tightly so we’re skin on skin. He’s so warm and firm everywhere and I briefly rest my hands on his shoulders, his erection poking at my ass. “Put my cock inside you.”
My clit actually tingles from the underlying command in his tone and I tilt my ass up, grabbing hold of the base of his erection at the same time, positioning him before I slowly lower myself onto him until he’s fully seated inside of me.
We remain still, staring into each other’s eyes, our chests brushing, our mouths so close I can feel his breath waft across my face. “Ava…”
I press my mouth to his before he can say anything else. Whatever he was going to say, I don’t want to hear it. Not yet. Not now. His words…
They scare me.
I communicate with him with my mouth. My tongue. My body. I start to move, riding him, lifting until he almost slips out before I slide back down, engulfing him completely. It’s awkward in the car, but it doesn’t feel awkward with him. He’s the only boy I’ve ever been with. The only one who’s touched me like this.
Fucked me like this.
Is it easier to think of it as fucking? If describing what we’re doing in more intimate terms, does that make it somehow more meaningful? I can’t put too many expectations on this moment. That’ll only make it more devastating when he disappoints me.
And knowing Eli, he will eventually disappoint me. By something he says, or the way he reacts.
Right now, though, he’s not disappointing me at all. It feels so good, his thick arms around me, his thick cock inside of me. Driving me wild. We might be mad at each other and can’t come to terms about what happened to break us up in the first place, but when we’re like this together, we’re perfect.
“Fuck,” he whispers against my lip
s when I come down hard on him, taking his erection as deep as I can. He slips his fingers into my hair, tugging on it, making me wince. “Faster baby. Ride me.”
I increase my speed, our sweaty skin slapping, the scent of sex filling the car. We’re both completely naked in the back seat, and I swear to God, I hear a group of people walk by, their muffled conversation sounding like they’re right outside the BMW.
My movements still, but Eli’s not having it. He guides my hips with his hands, urging me to continue and I lean in close, my mouth at his ear. “Someone’s right outside,” I whisper.
He stops moving, his eyes cracking open as he turns his head in the direction of the people standing outside his car on the sidewalk. “The windows are tinted. They can’t see inside.”
“They might hear us.” He lifts his hips, nudging a spot deep inside me that has my eyes falling closed, a dizzying wave of pleasure crashing over me. “Stop.”
“You don’t want me to stop.” He thrusts. “You want me to keep.” Another upward thrust. “Going.”
Every time he does that, he hits something deep that has me seeing stars. I wrap my arms around his neck and tip my head down, my mouth finding his as we start moving in tandem once more. The car might be rocking. Eli is groaning. Can those people outside hear us?
I don’t even care anymore.
