Emma
His hands are everywhere,and it feels so good. “Eli,” I say, breathless.
“I love waking up with you in my bed, Em.”
“Me too.” I really do. His warm hands dip beneath the hockey T-shirt he loaned me. I hold my breath as they skim up over my stomach until they’re cupping my breasts. “Oh, God.” I moan as he tickles the peaks of each with his fingertips.
“Love your tits, Emma,” he says before kissing my neck. “The perfect size.”
“Thanks.” I reach back in an attempt to touch him too, but I have to stop when his right hand moves down and slides into the front of my panties.
When his finger dips through me, he moans into my ear. “So wet.”
I wiggle a little at the sensation. In the process of my wiggle, I press my butt up against him. He’s hard. Very hard. I feel him press in closer and move against me. “You make me so goddamn hard, Emma.”
“Yeah?” One word is all I can muster.
“Yeah. Take off your panties, honey.”
The thing is, I don’t think I can do it. No. Not because I don’t want to, but because I’m afraid if I move, he’ll stop what he’s doing with his fingers and I really, really need him to keep doing what he’s doing with his fingers.
“Don’t stop, Eli.”
“You gonna come on my hand, babe?”
“Uh-huh.” It comes out as more of a whine and… ugh, I sound like one of those women in the porn movies Carley made me watch that one time.
Okay, it’s been more than once, but she felt it was important for my sex-tutelage.
“You needy, honey? You need to come?”
“Yeah.” I do it again. It can’t be helped.
“That’s right, angel.” Eli sounds so frigging sexy. His voice is husky and he sounds a little desperate too. “Come for me. Do it. Come.”
I do it. I come right then. Sure, he told me too, but his hands did the work. “Eli….” I’m still really breathless.
“Jesus.” Eli’s on the move. He’s got me flat on my back now. In seconds, the tee is off and my panties are on the floor. I stare as he strips himself down to nothing but socks. My focus is now on his dick. The one that’s long and hard and jutting out toward me. “Emma?” Eli asks, stroking himself. “We don’t do anything you don’t—”
I don’t even let him finish. I place my feet on the bed and slowly open my legs. “Eli?”
“Jesus, baby girl.” He’s staring down at my… well, my center. “You sure?”
“Yes. I want you.” And I do. I want him so much.
Eli reaches into the table next to the bed and pulls out a foil square. I stare as he places it in his mouth and tears it open. Next, he slides the condom down his shaft, and I can’t help thinking it’s about the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. Eli naked with his muscles flexing in anticipation and his hand on his… his… manhood.
“I’ll go slow, but it’s gonna hurt, Em.”
“I know.” Carley told me.
“You sure?” he asks again.
“Positive.” Holding my arms out to him, I hope he sees I want him to come closer. “Come on.”
Moving onto the bed, I open my legs wider so he’s got room. He’s looking at me. All of me reverently. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Emma.”
I smile at his words. I know he means them. There’s no doubt in my mind this is the man I was always supposed to do this with. To make love with.
