Why is it hard to believe this man would like me, for me?
Answer? Years of self-deprecating thoughts. No matter how many times my mom, dad, or even Carley told me otherwise, there’s still a part of me that will always feel insecure about my body But, I’m not going to lie. Eli’s words help. I believe him. Heck, I canfeelhow much he likes my curves.
Eli slides over me again. I move my legs, so I’ve got one on either side of his big body. When he lowers himself, I can feel how hard he is between my legs. His warm palm is on my breast, and I close my eyes to focus on how it feels rather than worry about what he’s looking at exactly.
“Can you take the bra off, Em? Do you feel okay doing that?”
I don’t answer. Instead, I reach behind me and unhook the bra. My eyes are shut tight. Pulling it away and off, I hold my breath, expecting the worse. But he says nothing and then I feel something new. Something—“Oh my God.” I practically arch off the bed. I’ve got to look now. I peek down as Eli’s tongue swipes across first my right nipple, then my left.
“You like that?” He’s looking up at me, waiting for my answer.
“I do.”Likeisn’t strong enough a word. Love. I love it. When he covers most of my small boob with his mouth and begins to suck, I lose my damn mind. “Wow. Uh, Eli….”
He stops suddenly and I make a sound like a fussy baby who had its bottle taken away. But when he asks, “Is this okay?” I release a breath.
Using my palm, I press his head back down. That’s my answer since I’m sort of speechless.
“I guess that’s a yes.”
“Yes. It’s a yes. Now do it again.” And never, ever stop.
He works his magic on my chest, back and forth until I’m squirming on the bed. I reach for him and touch whatever is close enough. I want… I want more. I guess he reads my mind because I feel him fiddling at the button on my jeans. I look down at that hand.
When he’s got the button undone, he tugs the zipper down. “I’m just going to slide my hand in, okay, Emma?”
“Okay.”
“You sure, sweet girl? I don’t have to if you don’t want to.”
I do. That’s the thing. I really, really do. “I do.”
With the jeans loosened, I watch his hand move in. He hasn’t flinched at the feel of my round belly yet so that’s good. When his hand slides down into my panties to between my legs, I open up for him like some dang hussy. “Fuck. You’re wet, Em.”
Not a surprise. All his ministrations with my nipples were very effective.
His fingers move through me, then they return to the front of me. He swirls and twirls his fingers around my clitoris. He’s good.Reallygood. In no time, my legs are open wider and I’m running my fingers through his thick hair muttering things—raunchy things that I shouldn’t repeat, but I probably will the next time he’s got his hands in my pants. “Eli. Wow.”
When his finger slides inside me, I freeze for a second. Nothing has ever been in there. Well, except a tampon and that’s only if I’m swimming and since I’m not so great at that, it’s rare that anything ends up in that particular orifice.
But I need to give it a chance. He’s gentle with his finger, which is good. And when he flips his hand around and begins to rub inside toward the front, I grab hold of his hair on the top of his head and move with him. “Ouch.” He chuckles. “Don’t rip out the hair, honey.”
“Sorry.” Not sorry.
I need to hold something. Since his hair is out of the question, I reach down until I feel the front of his pants. He’s so hard and I’m very close. So very, very close.
“I feel you getting tight around my finger, Em. You gonna come for me?”
“Uh-huh.” I’m trying to focus on what I’m doing to him, but my mind keeps wondering what’s going to happen next. My fingers wrap around him from the outside of his pants. He places his free hand on top of mine to show me what to do. What he likes. I do it and it’s then that his finger really starts to work magic at a frantic pace.
“Right there, Em. Yeah.” He’s panting almost has hard as me. “Right there, sweetheart. Right th––” And then the raspy growl like the one I heard in the library slowly rolls out of his mouth. All the while he’s still working on me. When his thumb presses on my clitoris, that’s what does it. And I let go. And fly.
