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She doesn’t laugh, though. “You know what you can do for me. The same thing I asked you to do last night. That’s all I want.”
Right away, the part of me that kept me from fucking her last night rears up and tries to shut the idea down. “That can’t happen. I already told you.”
“We’re alone. Nobody would have to know but us.” When all I can do is sigh and fight against the temptation, she stands, pulling off her dress, making me grunt in dismay and desire. “I know you want me. And I want you, too. Please, touch me. I need to remember being touched by somebody who actually cared.”
I’m weak and stupid.
I’m going to do it. Because it’s all I want, to hold and touch her and be inside her. I only got a taste last night, but I want—need—more.
That’s why I don’t push her away when she places gentle hands on my chest.
It’s why I let her unbutton my shirt until she’s touching my bare skin. It’s like her hands are fire, lighting me up and burning me. I want them to. I want her to keep going.
When her fingers graze my waistband, she looks up at me, and there’s nothing for me to do but take her face between my hands and press my mouth to hers in a deep, searching kiss full of regret and sadness. That’s quickly pushed aside by desire, the craving she effortlessly stirs up in me. Kissing and touching her smooth, soft body isn’t enough.
I lay her down on the bed while she unbuttons my pants and pushes them down along with my shorts so when I stretch out on top of her, there’s nothing in the way. Nothing stopping my hard dick from rubbing against her plump mound. We both groan into the other’s mouth at that first contact, and when I reach between us to touch her pussy, my fingers come back coated in her juices.
She wraps her legs around my hips and pulls me in. “Please, Elijah,” she whispers between kisses as her nails dig into my ass until I hiss. “Please, give it to me. I want to feel you inside me.”
I’m so weak. I should say no, and stop this, but I can’t resist anymore. Not when the heat from her pussy draws me in and promises so much. She’s not the only one who needs to forget for a little while. And if this is all I can do for her, then why hold back?
First, I rub my head through her slit, and right away, her nails bite into my skin. “Oh, yeah, keep doing that,” she whispers, rocking her hips, bearing down on me. I let her, even if it means gritting my teeth and fighting like hell not to come. She’s so wet, and her soft moans mix with the sensations running through my body until it’s almost impossible to keep myself from letting go.
“I am going to come,” she whimpers, gripping me tight with her arms and legs. I close my eyes and bury my face in her neck, holding on while she shudders and gasps and drenches me in more of that wetness.
I can’t help it. I can’t wait anymore. She’s still coming when I find her quivering hole and pierce it with the tip of my cock.
Her back arches, and she gasps. I push deeper, past the barrier that tries to stop me, deep into her pulsing tunnel. Her muscles are fluttering, and she’s so tight I can hardly move.
“Hurts…” She gasps. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”
I don’t, but I go slowly, easing my way back before pushing forward again. Slowly she relaxes, and soon she’s moving with me, like her body knows what to do on its own.
I lift my head and watch her face, the way her mouth falls open and the flush that builds on her cheeks. And when I grind against her clit, her eyes fly open and meet mine, hazy with pleasure, the way mine probably are.
“Come for me,” she whispers, gazing up at me. “Come with me.”
I don’t think I can help it, moving faster, leaning down for a deep, hot kiss as the pressure builds and the tingle at the base of my spine turns into something stronger.
Her high-pitched moans are lost in my mouth before she tightens around me, holding me in place before that fluttering starts again, like a million tiny fingers massaging my cock until I can’t do anything but let go while still inside her.
That might have been the biggest mistake I’ve ever made, but I can’t say I’ll ever regret it. Not when the rush passes, and we’re in each other’s arms, and everything feels right for the first time in as long as I can remember. Everything makes sense. There’s no reason it should, but it does. This is where I’m meant to be. This is who I’m meant to be with.
And when she looks up at me with her mouth curved in a soft smile, I know she feels the same. She doesn’t have to say a word.
“I need you to do something for me.” I pull out and already feel the loss of her. I already want to be back inside.
“What is that?”
“I need you to trust me.”
“I do.”
“No, listen to me. You’re going to have to play along. I can’t let anybody know I’m on your side and that… I’m going to protect you.”
She gasps, her eyes widening. “You are?”
“I’m going to find a way. I just need you to remember that whatever I do or say, I’m on your side. Okay?”
