Emma
As soon ashis mom’s pulls out of the driveway, Eli reaches for me and presses my back against the door we just walked through and kisses the heck out of me before saying, “God, I’ve missed you so much.”
I slide my arms around his neck and kiss him back. It feels right. Perfect actually. I pull away. “I’ve missed you too.”
Now, he’s kissing my neck, my chin, my cheek. It feels so damn good. His hands make their way to my back, then down. When his palms slide over my butt, he lifts me. “Eli. I’m too heavy.”
“Shush.” He nibbles on the side of my neck. I love that. The next thing I know, we’re moving. He’s practically running down the hallway, no doubt heading to his bedroom.
“You’re going to break your back.”
Ignoring me, he says, “I thought my mom wouldneverleave.” Eli’s got me on his bed, and his hands have already made their way beneath my top. “I’ve been rock-hard since the second we stepped foot in your apartment.”
I look down at his jeans and see what he means.
When he cups both of my breasts, I moan. I quickly reach down and pull up my shirt before he even asks. Once that’s gone, I fumble around until my bra’s unhooked. Once I’m free of that proverbial shackle, I see Eli’s expression. He looks blissed out at the sight of my naked breasts.
“I’ve missed you.”
Is he talking to me, or them? “They’ve missed you too.” I giggle.
I stop though, the second his mouth is on one of them. My head falls back on the bed as he licks and suckles. “Uh-huh,” I mutter. Or maybe I mumble it. Either way, it feels good.Reallygood.
Eli quickly unbuttons my jeans, after asking me if it’s okay. I don’t bother answering. Instead, I help him. We did all this before. I know what to expect. However, if we go further than we did before, I’ll have to think about it.
“Get out of your head, Em.” I blink a few times and look into his eyes. “I can practically see the wheels turning. We won’t do anything you aren’t comfortable with. Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
“Good. Now. Take off your pants.”
That makes me crack up. But I do as he asks. I wiggle out of the too tight jeans Carley chose for me. All that’s left is my underwear. I can’t help noticing that Eli’s still fully dressed though. “Aren’tyougoing to take anything off?”
Without another word, Eli’s off the bed. His shirt is off in one second, his jeans in another until he’s left standing in boxer briefs and white athletic socks. I’d laugh at the sight if it weren’t for his… uh, his penis. That’s where my eyes keep going back to. I’ve been holding my breath, maybe a bit too long because I’m starting to get lightheaded.
“Do you want me to keep going?”
Do I?Do I want him to take off the rest of his clothes? The socks, definitely. What is it about a nearly naked man in a pair of socks that makes you laugh?
“Em?”
Instead of answering, I move my head up once, then down.
Eli places his thumbs in the elastic band of his dark gray boxers. Now, I’m holding my breath because, this is it. This will be the first time I see a naked man. In person. And this naked man is unbelievable. You read about bodies like his, you know, with the muscly arms, firm chest, and that stomach with the six bumps. Yes, Eli has all of that. But what those books don’t tell you is what it’s like realizing that magnificent body is about to be next to my, uh, very soft one. Those bumps on his stomach are going to be pressed against mine.
And that–– Holy shit.
His penis is big.
“Eli?” My voice sounds a bit like Mini Mouse.
“Emma.” Yeah, my voice is squeaky and his just went down an octave. It’s deep, husky, and rich.
“Um––”
“We don’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“I know. It’s just….” I’m staring at it, and I may or may not be pointing at it. Oh, crud. I can’t tell him that it’s never going to fit, do I? I don’t even like tampons. Sorry. That was probably TMI.
