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He’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. Sweaty andspent and gasping for air. Because ofme. I want to see it time and time again. I want him, despite how he’s treated me. And I don’t care how sick that makes me.
I want to be the first person to really fight for Elliot Thompson. I want him to know that he deserves a place in this world, and that place is next to me.
He continues stroking himself, milking every last drop.
Once we’ve both caught our breath, Elliot removes his hand from his softening cock and lowers his clothed body to mine. He threads his hands through my hair, rubbing his thumbs along my cheeks as he kisses me like I’m the love of his life. He parts my lips with his tongue and groans as he licks into my mouth. His spent dick is wedged between our bodies, pressing against the sweaty skin of my belly.
We kiss until our lips grow sore and swollen. We kiss like two lost people, finding a home in one another.
After what feels like hours, Elliot pulls back and places a sweet kiss to my forehead.
“I’ll be right back,” he rasps. “Don’t move.”
He pushes up off the bed and disappears into the bathroom before returning with a wet hand towel. I just lay there, staring up at him in awe as he takes his time cleaning me.
He rubs the damp cloth over my breasts, down my belly, and finally over my drained pussy. He carefully cleans the insides of my thighs, caressing me with the coarse fabric. His eyes track every movement, memorizing each goosebump that grows in the wake of his touch.
I’ve never had a man care for me like this after sex before, much less after messing around. But Elliot’s treating me like a princess, touching me in an intimate way that no one else has.
When Elliot’s satisfied with his work, he removes the rag from my body and clenches it between his fist. His throat bobs as his gold-flecked eyes meetmine.
“I’m not sorry,” he rasps. A sea of emotions swirls in his eyes.
“For what?” I ask.
“For making you cancel the date,” he admits. “I’ll never be sorry. I will never apologize for that. I need you to understand that.”
I’d rather be here with you.
“For what it’s worth,” I say, my voice almost a whisper. “I’m happy I didn't go, too.”
He chuckles as a cute smile stretches across his handsome face.
“We’ll see if you still think that in the morning,” he scoffs playfully. “When you’re no longer high from my mouth and fingers.”
I roll my eyes.Always so full of himself.
“I’m gonna go shower,” he says.
I want to tell him no. I want to tell him to stay here and crawl in bed next to me. I don’t want to lose his closeness. I’m afraid of losing the sweet, caring Elliot that’s standing before me, even though I love the asshole side of him a little, too.I’ll never admit that to him, though.
But instead, I just nod.
“Okay,” I croak.
He leans down and places a soft kiss to my forehead. I close my eyes, soaking in every second I can get off his pillowy lips pressed against my skin.
When Elliot finishes showering, I hear his bare feet pad across the tiled floor. My back is turned to him, but I can feel him inching closer. I always feel him.
My lips tilt up in a smile when I hear him bypass his bed and walk to mine. I force my eyes shut, acting like I’m asleep as he lifts the cover and slides into bed next to me. While he was in the bathroom, I put on a pair of boyshort panties and anoversized T-shirt…Elliot’s shirt. I rummaged through his suitcase until I found a plain, gray T-shirt. I packed clothes of my own…but I wanted his scent on me. After tonight, I need all of him that I can get.
I had no idea he would get in bed with me after what we did, so I thought stealing one of his shirts would be the safest option.
He chuckles as he wraps an arm around my waist, and I assume it’s because he noticed I hijacked his shirt. I feel his warm, hard chest against my back as he scoots closer, holding me tightly against his strong body. He smells of whiskey, leather, and fresh body wash. I want to bathe in his scent and soak it into my skin.
“Goodnight, Rox,” he whispers, placing a featherlight kiss to my shoulder before nuzzling his head against mine.
My heart flips and flops as he skims his fingers back and forth against my belly. Slowly, I lift my hand and slide it on top of his. I intertwine our fingers together as I push back against his waist, not leaving an inch of space between us.
