I want to not smile. My mouth just has other ideas.How is anyone not smiling right now? I mean, am I the only one who heard that? This man is completely...he hasn’t even realized it himself, so I’m not going to be the one who tells him.
“Two months, you say.”
“Almost.” He looks wary. He’s obviously wondering what I’m getting at. I’m looking directly into his eyes, and I give him a slight, sly smile before bringing both hands to his chest. His heart picks up speed beneath my palms as my heart joins the race. We’re both looking down at my hands flat on his chest. He’s wondering where they’ll go next, while my mind has already been made up. My hands slowly trail down and around to his back and the hem of his shirt.
Eli’s eyes dart back up to mine, and I’m ready to catch his gaze. There’s a question there. An ‘are you sure’. My answer to the question he didn’t voice comes when I tug up on the hem of his shirt, freeing even the front hem that was trapped between my thighs and his body. He’s still holding me. Supporting me so that I can make whatever move I may. Here goes the next move...
Chapter 17
Vaughn
I keep pulling until the shirt comes over his head, and he’s forced to again support me with one arm at a time so that I can pull the shirt the rest of the way off.Breathtaking.The sight of this man is absolutely breathtaking. Real people don’t look like this. This is what actual humans use AI to look like. I’ve seen him shirtless before. Hell, I’ve seen him naked before. This is simply not a sight a person gets used to. As soon as you aren’t looking at it anymore, you start thinking ‘I must have exaggerated that’ and ‘perfection like that doesn’t exist’. Here it is, though. I’m touching him and he’s solid.VERY solid.
My next moves aren’t the planned ones. In my head, I was just going for the gold before I could lose my nerve, but now that I’m faced with this sculpted perfection, I have to taste it. Leaning forward, I press my lips to the side of his neck. A heavy breath leaves his lips as he keeps his word to me and allows me to set the pace.
My back bows as I trail my lips to his shoulder, placing a kiss on the dog tags tattooed there before kissing a path to the two birds on his chest. My palms glide...down. Eli’s head falls back. Without looking, I know he’s facing the ceiling and his eyes are closed.
My hands reach the top of his jeans before coming together in the front to unclasp the button there. His face comes down into my hair, and he’s inhaling deeply. The scent of me.
Pulling back and straightening my spine, I meet Eli’s heated gaze with my own. I expect him to finally ask me if I’m sure, but he doesn’t. He trusts me to know what I want. All he has wanted all this time is for me to trust myself. I do.
With a steadiness I never thought myself capable of in this moment...with him, I pull my own shirt over my head, exposing the deep red lace of my bra. Eli takes a deep, calming breath before looking down, at my exposed upper body. As his eyes continue to roam my skin, he carries me into the bedroom and places me down on the foot of the bed.
His large, rough hand caresses my jaw as he gazes down at me with that look. I recognize the look for what it is, even though I know he doesn’t. Having already unfastened the button of his jeans, all I have to do now is pull down the zipper and tug them to the floor, where he easily steps out of them.
He moves both hands to the back of my head, weaving his fingers into my hair when I lean forward and kiss his stomach just above the waistband of his boxers. My fingers hook into the top of his only remaining clothing, tugging the last bits of fabric to the floor.
My heart picks up speed when Eli’s macrodick springs upward, making an audibleSMACKas it slaps his stomach. It’s a true test of my courage and interest in this man to remain seated and not Wylie Coyote it right out of this apartment.
Looking back up to his face, I see that he’s grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“It’s easy to smile when you’re on that end of this sledgehammer.”
His bellowing laugh rings out through the apartment.
“Come on, Little Devil. You’ve had plenty of time to prepare yourself for this moment.”
I scoff at this. “There is NO PREPARING FOR THAT. All you can do is pray and tell yourself it probably won’t kill you.”
His laugh is more subdued this time, but it still purveys genuine amusement.At least someone thinks this situation is funny. Meanwhile, I’m afraid it could result in a trip to the ER. A sick day at the very least.
Welp, might as well go for glory. Surely if I die, there’ll be a memorial erected in my honor. Here lies Vaughn. She gave it her best shot. Unfortunately, an actual bullet would likely have done less damage. Rest In Pieces.
Remaining seated, I lean forward and lick his shaft from base to tip, and I just have to say there’s some mind mojo happening here becausehe shouldn’t taste this good, right?
“VAUGHN! This is still your circus and I’m your willing monkey, but PLEASE! I’m barely holding it together here.”
My chuckle gives Maleficent vibes, and I’m tempted to continue with this line of torture, but I know it’s purely out of a genuine caring for me that he hasn’t already taken over. Somewhere in the back of my mind, I’m already looking forward to that part.
Straightening my spine, I sit up and scoot backward to the head of the bed while unclasping and removing my bra. As I reach over into the nightstand drawer, Eli remains motionless but watches every move I make. The condoms that aren’t typically there but have been since our pool break in are loose in the drawer. Slowly, I pull one out, seductively place the corner of the wrapper in my mouth as I call him forward with one beckoning finger. Eli immediately complies, CRAWLING TO ME!
Now, I’ve read all the books. All of them. From horror to romance, if it’s fiction, I’m reading it. So I have read plenty of crawling scenes, but there is just no way to put into words the feelings that are elicited in me at the sight of this man on his hands and knees for me. Instant wetness. Well, to be honest, that happened in the kitchen, but now there may be a wetness SITUATION.
Eli settles himself on his haunches between my legs, waiting for my command, and fuck if it’s not the hottest thing to ever happen to me, dream me included. I reach out and grasp his arms, pulling him into me and leaning forward. It takes him only a moment to realize what I mean for him to do, and he takes the corner of the condom not clenched between my teeth into his mouth, brushing his soft lips across mine as we tear the wrapper open together.
“Be sure to make all the demands you want, Little Devil, because this is your one and only time to call the shots when it comes to you cumming for me.”
This isn’t the first time he’s said something like this, and I’d be lying if I said it didn’t turn me on. I’m fully aware that these comments are a warning for what’s to come, and I can’t wait. This is him easing me into his take charge moment. I know this is likely, so that I don’t lose trust in him when I see this other side, but all I can do is look forward to experiencing more of him.
