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Mom left this afternoon for a work conference and I have the whole house to myself for the weekend. Through Sophia, I also learn that Jamie is away all weekend at football camp. I text Eli that he can come over and quickly tidy the house.
Dirty thoughts start racing through my mind of us having sex in my parents’ kitchen. On the sofa. Against the hallway wall. In the shower. Oh God, I’m going to be worn out just thinking about it all before he even gets here.
God help me if he decides he still wants to put our relationship on hold.
A knock sounds at the door and I jump up from reading a magazine on the kitchen table. My stomach has butterflies in it from excitement. I haven’t had Eli’s touch for five days and it’s killing me.
From the moment I open the door, the lust between us is palpable. I am like a moth and he is the flame.
“Hey,” I say. There’s a nervous tension in the air, and I know he feels it too.
“Hey yourself,” his husky voice replies. He walks inside and closes the door with his foot. I sigh as his hands caress the sides of my face as he presses his forehead to mine. He is so warm. I’ve missed him so much.
“I’m trying to stay away but I can’t,” he says, pained. “Why does it have to be this fucking hard? I just want to be with you and say fuck it to everything else.”
I’m so glad I’m not the only one that feels this way.
I grab his hand and mine and pull him through the hallway and up the stairs to my bedroom. He doesn’t hesitate when I open my bedroom door. Clearly we’re on the same page: sex first, talk later.
I walk over to my bedside table and turn on a lamp. He’s still standing in the doorway, studying my room. I watch him as he takes everything in. Next to the balcony door is my queen-sized bed with white antique tables on each side. Above the bed is the large, bright contemporary oil painting that Alice painted for my birthday last year.
I walk over to the door and close the long-draped curtains, a deep purple with gold embroidery that matches my bedding. He walks toward me slowly, not taking his eyes from mine until he is standing in front of me. My heart races.
He reaches out and tu
cks a strand of hair behind my ear, and then he leans down and gently kisses my cheek. He releases my long hair from the constraint of its ponytail, sending it falling down my back. My heart swells at his tenderness.
“I’ve missed being able to kiss you,” he whispers.
I whimper as his lips touch mine, electricity pulsating though my veins. His fingers cradle my neck as he tastes me, every action tender and slow as if he wants to savor every moment.
He lifts me up and I wrap my legs around his waist, my arms curling around his neck.
Slowly, he walks us over to the bed, laying me down gently in the middle.
“Tonight I want to take my time. I want to devour you slowly,” he whispers, his dark eyes burning with desire.
Unbuttoning my blouse, he motions for me to lift my hips and he gently tugs my pants off and discards them on the floor. I’m lying here in a silk bra and a matching thong, exposed and ready for him. My body tingles in anticipation as I wait for him to continue.
He leans over me and his head moves toward my stomach. Hands on my waist, he places soft, sweet kisses around my torso, inching upward to my breasts. I gasp as his mouth moves over my bra, his tongue trailing over the soft skin of my breasts before settling his mouth over mine. I smile, my legs curling around his waist, his erection pressing against me. I don’t feel the need to hurry this.
We kiss—and only kiss—for a long time. There is something so sexy about knowing what’s coming, the buildup to the moment. His eyes haven’t strayed from mine and I feel as if he’s seeing me in a whole different way.
My hands move under his shirt, massaging his skin as he rocks against me gently. I slowly lift the shirt up, and he places me on my feet to let me take his shirt off completely. Throwing it on the floor, I peck light kisses all over his chest.
His body is warm and his sexy, spicy scent invades my nostrils. With my forehead over his heart and his arms wrapped around me—this is what home feels like.
Trailing my hand down toward the button, I unzip his jeans and they fall to the floor. Taking his hardened cock in my hand, I rub him against my core, which is still protected by my underwear.
Eli picks me up and leans back against the wall, our mouths meeting again in a flurry of excitement. He pulls my underwear to the side, and his dick sits at my wet entrance. Closing my eyes, I wait for the moment when we become one again.
“Open your eyes, Jill. I want you to look at me,” he says.
As soon as I open my eyes, Eli slowly works his way into me until he can’t go any further. We haven’t taken our eyes off each other and he’s not moving. The moment is so intense that I can feel the emotion bubbling in me.
I wrap my legs around his hips, my hand roaming around his abs and back as he starts moving in and out slowly. He walks us over to the bed, laying me gently on my back. He hasn’t pulled out of me. His hands grab my head, forcing me to keep my face on him as he continues his agonizing slow lovemaking.
