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We watch each other for a while. No one dares to say a word. Reaching to his face, I caress his cheek and move down to his jaw. His neck. I graze his skin with my nails, tracing the lines of his tattoos on his pecs and his arms. As my hands move over his skin, I watch every muscle contract beneath my touch. His breathing accelerates as I slip my hands down his abs. His body is so strong and muscular, and looks like art with all the tattoos, but my simple exploring touch affects him so much it's visible. That gives me power, satisfaction, and I feel strong.
“Evangeline,” he rasps, holding my hands still on his abs.
"Don't just fuck me. Make love to me, Elijah," I whisper, and his eyes shine brightly with admiration. He looks at me like I'm the most beautiful, the most important thing ever. I'd fall for him that moment if I hadn't already.
Slowly pushing me back to the bed, he kisses me. When our lips separate, he peels the swimsuit off the rest of my body. As I lie naked in front of his eyes, I wait for him to touch me, kiss me, do something, anything; but he only looks at me.
“You're so beautiful. Simply stunning,” he whispers. Bringing his hand on my chest, he slowly caresses my skin with his knuckles.
I wriggle as he moves his hand over my breasts to my stomach. I hold my breath when his fingers circle my navel.
“I can’t stop looking at you,” he says. His eyes are on fire.
His knuckles continue their journey lower. Every nerve on my body is on alert when his fingers graze the sensitive skin between my legs. I moan in protest when he doesn't move closer to where I need him the most. Instead, he shifts his focus to my legs. Lifting my legs over his shoulder, he shows the same arousing attention to my legs, from my hips to my ankles. I giggle and try to push him away when he tickles my feet, but my giggle dies in my throat, turning to a hungry moan when he places my legs on the bed and coming up to kiss me.
“You take my breath away,” he whispers against my lips.
Wrapping my legs around his waist, I kiss him with all the need and passion inside me. We don't fight for dominance; instead, we just surrender to each other, letting our hunger control us.
His lips move to my collarbone, sucking the spot that makes me dizzy with pleasure before reaching my right breast and peppering my skin with kisses. His soft tongue laps my areola before he sucks my aching nipple into his mouth. His other hand palms my other breast, increasing the stimulation my body is having. The suction of his mouth reverberates right on my clit. I'm throbbing with need. My whole body is craving it. My moans get louder with each second his mouth is on me.
“Elijah, please. I’m burning,” I pant.
Lifting my hips from the bed, I rub myself on his hardness.
“Soon, baby. Soon, I promise,” he says. His voice is rough as he controls his need.
“I don’t want to wait. I need you,” I moan. Desperate to feel him inside me.
He growls and sits back on his heel. Grabbing my ass, he lifts me to his face.
I cry out with the surprise and sharp pleasure I feel when he puts his mouth on my pussy. He licks me from my entrance to my clit, sucking my folds in his mouth, making me delirious with sensation. I feel the tightening in my stomach, the pleasure rocketing from my core to every cell of my body. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I see stars behind my closed eyelids. My breath hitches in my throat, and I come on his face with a silent cry.
I've never felt something as intense as this. I've never thought there's a pleasure this strong. He circles my clit slowly with leisurely strokes with his fingers as I catch my breath. Every touch from him stretches my orgasm. In that dreamy state, I feel him open and close a drawer before leaving the bed to stand at the end of it. His gaze burns every inch of my skin with the hunger in them as he slowly gets rid of his swimming shorts. Licking my lips, I watch him stroke his cock and roll a condom over his impressive length.
Placing his knee on the bed, he comes closer to me. Kissing, nipping and licking his way up my body until he hovers over me. I feel his cock at my entrance. And with his eyes pouring into my soul, he thrusts into me.
“Oh,” I gasp. There is no way I can form another word with the fullness of having him inside me.
I clutch to him as my body tries to adjust to his size. I feel him everywhere, stretching me, filling me. My breath leaves my lungs with both pain and pleasure.
“Fuck,” he grits out. “Evangeline… are you a virgin?" he growls as he tries to control himself to hold still. His face tense, his eyes close tightly, his teeth dig into his bottom lip.
When I finally feel myself accept him, I whisper, “No. But I only had sex once.”
“You're so fucking tight. Damn baby, nothing has ever felt this good,” he whispers, peppering every inch of skin with kisses.
With a smile, I hold his head in my palms and make him look at me.
“Move.”
He doesn't need me to repeat it. Slowly, he starts to move and even though there's a mild pain it only intensifies my pleasure.
He keeps his pace slow, but every push feels even deeper than before. With every thrust, I feel us connect more. I now understand what he meant by saying it's not just sex for him. This thing is so much more than sex. I can feel it in my soul. It's like at this moment, my world moves on its axis.
As pleasure keep building inside me intensely, I force my eyes to stay open, so I can watch him. He keeps his gaze locked with mine, even though our eyes roll back from time to time as the euphoria pulls us under.
"Eva," he breathes out, and I know he's close. As close as I am.
