AllFreeNovel
Share Us
She found Blake sitting alone and felt her heart stir at the sight of him. He looked as ragged as she did, and she felt for him. She walked up to him and, not seeing any available seats, got comfortable on his lap.
She couldn’t remember sitting down at all the whole day, and as she did so, she felt the fatigue catch up with her. Sitting with Blake, enveloped by his warmth and breathing in his scent, she drifted easily into sleep.
The next time her eyes fluttered open, Blake was climbing up the stairs, and she was nestled comfortably in his strong arms. He carried her into the master bedroom and set her gently on the bed.
Through sleepy eyes, she felt him take off her shoes and her accessories, and then tuck her in under the covers. The bed was cool and welcoming, and all Eleanor wanted to do was sleep for several consecutive days without having to do anything.
She looked up through slits in her eyes and saw that Blake was sitting beside her on the bed, watching her protectively. Eventually, he leaned forward and kissed her on the forehead, and then got up to leave.
Eleanor imagined sleeping alone in this massive bedroom—the room they were supposed to be sharing—and the thought was unbearable for her. “Blake,” she called, her voice barely louder than a whisper.
He stopped and turned. “Yeah?” He sat down again on the bed. “Are you okay?”
She nodded. “Where’s everyone? Hope they weren’t too upset that I didn’t say good night?”
Blake touched her cheek. “Not at all. Everyone knows you had a long day. They left already. It’s just us now. Just us.”
“And the house—”
“You have nothing to worry about, Eleanor,” Blake said softly, cutting her off. “You’re barely awake. You should go to bed now. I promise, everything has been taken care of. I saw to it personally. Go to sleep now. Okay?”
Eleanor nodded again and Blake kissed her again on her forehead. His scent wafted into her nose, filling her with his presence. He stood up to leave but she reached out and caught the hem of his shirt.
She wanted to say something to him, tell him to stay with her, but she wasn’t sure how to formulate the words. She was too tired. So, she held onto his shirt and drifted off once more into sleep.
Something heavy and hot woke Eleanor in the morning. She shifted in bed, confused, and tried to blink awake. When she looked down and saw an arm draped over her torso, she let out a contented sigh.
She had nothing to worry about—it was just her human blanket cuddled up behind her. She loved it. She turned slightly to stare at Blake, watching him sleep peacefully. In an unexpected twist of fate, this man had turned out to be an amazing friend and partner, and an even greater lover.
As she watched him sleep, a realization hit her. Somewhere between pretending to be married, going on runs, hunts, and their sex marathons, she had fallen for him. She couldn’t pinpoint when specifically, but she realized with cold certainty that it had happened.
No, she corrected herself.This can’t be. She warred with the thought and fought to reject what she thought she knew in her heart. This was just sex. They were not really married; they were only having sex, because it was great. There was nothing more, and she had to remind herself and Blake of that.
One day, this was going to end, and they would have to go their separate ways when that happened. It was dangerous for either of them to expect more out of this. To do so was to get hurt, and that was the last thing Eleanor wanted for either of them.
She watched Blake sleep with a longing, and shut down the voice that protested deep inside her mind. This was just sex, and she decided to continue enjoying it without expectations.
She pushed the covers away and found Blake’s shaft erect with morning wood. She moved gently on the bed until her face was level with his hardness. She remembered the first time she’d gone down on him, the fateful night that had started the typhoon.
They’d both come so far since that first time on the couch, and she didn’t think she’d ever forget how beautiful that moment had been for her. Slowly, she took Blake into her mouth and sucked on him.
He groaned and moaned in his sleep, twisting as she took him. She loved this. She loved the way his body responded to her touch. She loved the way he seemed to always want her. She loved how well she had come to know and learn his body.
She didn’t know when he woke up, but she felt his hand grab the back of her head. She looked up and saw him watching her with dreamy eyes, a curious expression on his face.
“Good morning to you too,” he managed to say between moans.
She smiled and took him out of her mouth, then mounted him. “Good morning,” she whispered as he propped himself up on the pillows. She leaned forward and kissed his cheek, then whispered in his ear, “You were so good last night, I figured you deserved a treat.”
He chuckled. “How thoughtful. Thank you.” He bent forward and took one of her breasts into his mouth, running his warm tongue over her nipple.
Eleanor shivered and pressed her chest into Blake’s face, wrapping her arms around his neck. He reached forward and guided his cock into her wetness, his mouth still locked on her nipple.
Eleanor let out a low cry as Blake started to thrust, and she held on to him as an anchor. She squeezed her eyes shut as pleasure clouded her vision, making her head swim with euphoria.
His thrusts were even, perfect, smooth. She loved the way he filled every part of her, stretching her walls beyond what should have been naturally possible, she thought. She loved every part of it, and there was nothing more she wanted in the world.
She lost herself to the pleasure of his ministrations, enjoying how empty her mind was. She didn’t want to think about anything, didn’t want to process any thought. Nothing existed except for her and Blake.
