Moving on autopilot, and completely jaded, I changed and walked into the bathroom as Elijah towel-dried himself. Neither of us said anything as I put my night cream on my skin, and Elijah dressed in his boxers.
This wasn’t the first time we’d gone to bed at the same time, and it certainly wouldn’t be our last.
But it startled me when Elijah’s arms wrapped around my abdomen under the sheets. He wordlessly pulled my body to his, creating a big spoon-little spoon situation.
With his warm frame pushed against mine, I wanted to melt into his embrace. To completely forget the weird tension between us and return to how we used to be. So crazy about each other that we craved the other person to the point of obsession.
His breath caressed my ear, and I shivered as he pressed himself into me.
“I love your body. It’s perfect.”
Funny, that’s not what you said at the gala this summer when I was ‘asking for’ all that unwanted attention.
I bit my bottom lip to keep my unnecessary comments to myself.
I told my mind to let go of all thoughts and to focus on the way his hands moved across my bare skin. His soft lips on me. The slip of his tongue as he licked and bit my ear.
With each breath, I found my negative thoughts retreating.
This is what I wanted. To feel connected once again.
Plus, he was putting in effort… right?
I twisted my body to face him and didn’t hesitate as I brought my mouth to his. He answered me hungrily, our tongues fighting for dominance.
I pushed my hands up his arms, rubbing the soft skin of his forearms and up into his silken hair. He groaned into my mouth, and I was every bit as turned on as he was.
It was more than just the typical physical need for sex. I needed him emotionally. And this seemed to be the only way I would get that from him.
He rolled on top of me and pushed his hand under my tee and up to my breast. I arched into him, wordlessly urging him to remove the clothing that kept our skin from touching.
And he did.
Throwing both my bralette and shirt onto the floor, he pulled at my shorts and G-string next. I let him undress me completely before he leaned back on his knees and pushed down his boxers.
We didn’t worry about condoms. I was on the pill, and we were both clean.
I took the moment to admire him as he grabbed the base of his cock. He was incredibly handsome in a prim and pristine way, not at all rugged or harsh around the edges.
Everything he did, including having sex, was proper.
How hadn’t I noticed it before?
When he fucked me, he did so in a way that preserved both my integrity and dignity. It was proper, safe, and lacked that ‘I’ll die if I can’t have you right now’ intensity.
Elijah leaned over me and placed one last kiss on my lips before lining himself up and pushing inside me. I moaned as the bare skin of him stretched me. Filled me.
As he moved inside me, I met him thrust for thrust as sweat gathered over our skin, making us slip against each other.
Elijah grabbed my hip and moved faster. The sound of our bodies moving together echoed in the room.
My climax was building, but something held me back. Something I couldn’t put my finger on. No matter how hard I tried to focus on the intensity of Elijah inside me, pleasuring me, I couldn’t.
His body grew desperate for a release. His thrusts became less precise and sloppy, and I wrapped my legs around him to let him in deeper.
But I knew I wouldn’t finish.
And I was ready to be done with this.
