"I’ll show you.” His raspy voice brushes against my cheek as he moves his hips slowly, inch by inch, until my ass is taking every one of his long strokes.
“OhGod.” I latch onto his arm with my teeth, if only to feel some sort of support as he brushes against that sweet spot inside of me.
“Keep going. Mark me, baby,” he moans behind me.
I do as he says, putting my pent up frustration into his skin.
Once satisfied with my mark, he squeezes me tightly in his arms, turning me onto my stomach. I brace myself, hanging on to his forearms for dear life as he thrusts himself deeper.
My body hums with need as each buck of his hips, drags out a deep guttural groan from my chest.
“Shh, I’ve got you. I’ve got you,” he says, kissing my shoulder.
My eyes roll back as the pressure builds. "Baby, I’m so close—" I gasp, my orgasm edging closer. The friction from the blankets rubbing against my dick, combined with his relentless taps on my prostate, is too intense. “Eli—” I barely get the name out before my body takes over. Blinded by the euphoric strokes, my come sprays across the blankets beneath me, shooting out in a stream.
“Fuckkk yes.There you go, Angel. Damn, you feel so good,” he groans, picking up his pace.
His continuous thrusting, hitting my prostate over and over again, makes my orgasm feel like it’s lasting forever. Desperate cries leave my lips as I drown in the pleasure.
It isn’t long before he’s tumbling over the edge after me. Holding him close, I feel his body stiffen, jerking through the aftershocks. The warmth spreading through me eases my fears, plunging me into bliss. I feel completely enveloped in him—exactly what I needed.
“Thank you,” I hear myself repeat softly. He doesn’t slip out of me right away. As though he knows exactly why I’m saying it, he stays close, covering me with his body.
“I needed it too.” He smiles, kissing me gently on the shoulder. “I missed you so damn much. I hate being away from you.”
I feel the same way,” I sigh, feeling the wetness on my stomach start to cool. We’ll have to wash these blankets later, but right now, I don’t care. “I wish you didn’t have to go back.” It comes out before I can stop it, but now that it’s out, it hangs in the air around us.
It’s like he’s an anchor. When he’s near, it doesn’t feel like I’m floating away.
“No.Shh.We’re not talking about that.” He buries his face in the back of my neck.
“No?” I smile.
“Nope. Right now, we’re going to lay here until we gain our strength back. And then—and only then—will we go for a polar bear dip.”
My eyes widen. “It’s themiddleof September. There’s no fucking way. It’ll be so cold.”
This only makes Elijah laugh harder as he rolls off of me. “Since when did you turn into a little worry wart, huh? Scared of the water?”
Not when you’re around.
He pulls my waist towards him, making me laugh with him.
“You’re crazy.” I smile, shaking my head, looking at him over my shoulder.
“Some people call it love, but I mean, ‘crazy’ works too.” He bites his lower lip, giving me a dashing smile.
I roll my eyes, but honestly, I love it. His cheesy lines and lovely words are just constant reminders of how much he feels the same way I do.
Crazy in love.
***
Elijah has a few distinctive laughs that I’ve grown to know. Like, when he’s been watching a repeat episode ofThe Office, or when he’s with all his friends being the star of the show.
But there’s one.
One that’s reserved only for me.
