Elle leaned down, letting her tongue trail down my neck to my collarbone. Moving back to my ear, she practically purred. “Ready?”
I looked at her. Mesmerized. Taking a breath, I answered, “More than.”
She slid up, notching me at her entrance, then slid down as we both exhaled.
Holy shit.
Fully surrounded by Elle, I prayed to all that was holy that I could last long enough to make this good for her. Her hands moved to my chest as she sat up and began rocking. Lord help me, I could lie there watching her and be damn satisfied. She was Circe and I was under her spell, helpless to be anywhere but here. Luckily, that worked just fine for me.
I began to thrust up, angling myself to work to hit her g-spot. I reached a hand up to pinch one of her nipples.
Elle hummed each time I thrust, and one of her hands moved to her clit and her fingers began to circle as she grew louder.
“Damn, Elle, you are a vision.” My voice was huskier than normal. The walls of her vagina were pulsing, and I worked to hold back just a little longer. Watching her take charge, get what she needed, was unbelievably sexy.
“Nate,” she whispered, “are you close?”
“Fuck yes,” I said, thrusting up again. “Go, babe.”
She cried out, and I felt her clench around me. Pulsing once, twice, and then I was lost to it, the sensations shooting up my spine until I felt like I shattered.
Elle dropped to my chest, boneless, and I wrapped my arms around her. She turned her head to one side, resting her ear to my chest. We both panted, like we’d just run a race, and I trailed my hand up and down her spine, soaking her in.
As we came down, I pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “You okay?”
She laughed as she leaned up, propping an elbow on my chest so she could look me in the eye. “Okay doesn’t cover what just happened, Nate.”
I curled up to press a kiss to her lips. “I’m glad to hear that, Elle, because I’m beyond okay too.”
Her eyes twinkled in the lights as she looked at me. “I believe I said something about round two taking more time than round one.”
I fell back to the floor. “Are you trying to kill me, woman?”
She moved to hover over my face. “No complaints, sir. Just wondering if we can move to a bed before any further festivities. That is, unless you were wanting me to go to the guest room…”
I immediately rolled us to the side so I could slide out. Taking care of the condom, I then stood up and grabbed Elle’s hand to pull her up.
“Like hell you’re going to the guest room,” I said. Tugging so she’d follow me down the hall with a quick pass by the trash can, I led her to my room and wondered how much sleep either of us really needed tonight anyway.
* * *
I woke up in the morning to an empty bed. Rolling to the side, I pressed my face into the other pillow. Elle’s scent was there. I had no idea what the smell was, but it was all Elle and I wanted to wake up to it every day from here on out.
I turned to my side table to grab my phone and check the time. Today I worked at nine, and it looked like I still had over an hour until I needed to be there.
I had no idea what time Elle and I finally drifted off last night. Suffice to say, the second time—and third—had been much slower after we’d taken the edge off. I wouldn’t allow myself the memories of going down on Elle or her doing the same for me or I’d be late for work for certain.
Stepping into my bathroom, I noticed she must have stopped in there before leaving. The hand towel was on the sink instead of the hook, and there were notes of her perfume too. I took care of business and hung the towel back up, wondering what her plans for the day were.
The scent of bacon hit me the moment I stepped into the hall. As I drew closer to the kitchen, I heard music playing. I reached the opening and saw Elle’s back, swaying in front of the stove, as she sang at a whisper. Listening, I strained to figure out what she was singing. Elle did a lot of things well, but I don’t think anyone would be inking recording contracts for her soon.
Finally, I recognized it. “Taylor Swift?” I asked, getting her attention.
She spun in my direction, a flush rushing to her face. “Jesus, Nate.”
“Sorry.” I raised my hands as I moved closer to her. “What song?”
“Um.” She bit her lip as she glanced toward her phone. “‘Coney Island’ from theEvermoresoundtrack.”
