She’s become the person I want to talk to at the end of the day, the person I can be more honest with than I have with anyone else, even my closest friends. The story of me stealing the bread and peanut butter for Dilynne? Not even my boys know about that.
And I hate to admit it, but telling her those things, even my dating history on the drive here, is making me feel lighter, like with each memory that I vocalize, a little bit of the pain associated with it leaves my body as well.
She’s the sunshine pulling the darkness from my soul.
But tonight, all I want is to get lost in her, even though I know I shouldn’t. I’m terrified that if I do, I won’t want to come back up for air, and for the first time in my life, I feel like I’m finally able to breathe.
***
“You—you only got us one room?” Elodie asks as I grab the keycard from the receptionist at the hotel and lead her to the elevators, pulling our suitcases behind me.
“Yes. Is that a problem?” I push the button to call for the elevator, turning to look at Elodie who’s nervously biting on her bottom lip next to me.
“No. I just wasn’t sure if that was the plan or not.”
Leaning over, I line my lips up to her ear and whisper, “You’re a fool if you think I’m going to let you sleep in a different room than me, or that we’re going to be doing any sleeping at all.”
Her head snaps to mine so our eyes meet, a smirk on her lips. “Is that so? I thought we were moving slow?”
“There are plenty of things we can do that don’t involve penetration, sweetheart.”
Her tongue darts out to lick her lips as her eyes drop down to mine. “But penetration feels so good, Henley,” she whispers seductively, making my dick grow hard behind the zipper of my jeans.
“Fuck, Elodie,” I groan as the elevator dings, signaling the arrival of our car. I urge Elodie to go ahead of me, pulling the suitcases behind me and then swiping the room key in front of the sensor so the elevator will take us to the correct floor.
As soon as the doors shut, I pin her up against the wall and cover her mouth with my own. Each pass of our tongues makes the sexual tension build between us. By the time we arrive at the room, I’m hard as a rock. I move the suitcases inside, shut the door behind me, and watch Elodie walk toward the window, her ass swaying in her jeans right in front of me until she’s still and enjoying the view of the city around us.
But my view of her is far more breathtaking.
“Henley?” she says, her back still to me.
“Yeah, sweetheart?”
“I’m tired of slow.” She looks at me over her shoulder. “I want fast, hard, and deep. Can you give me that?”
My cock rises to the challenge, making the confines of my denim even more painful. “Elodie…”
She starts walking toward me, her strides slow and deliberate until the space between us is gone and she’s planting a hand on the center of my chest.
“I want to taste you, Henley,” she says as she reaches for the button on my jeans and drops to her knees. “Honestly, it’s all I can think about.”
“Jesus Christ,” I grate out as Elodie pulls at my zipper and pushes my jeans down. She’s quick to shove my boxer briefs down too, and then my cock springs free. She licks her lips. “You don’t have to…”
Dragging her tongue from the base of me to the tip, swirling it around the head a few times, she repeats the process and smirks up at me. “I know I don’t have to. I want to. It’s my turn to take care of you.”
I can’t be bothered to argue with her anymore because she takes me as far back in her mouth as she can, gagging on my length, covering me in her saliva as she starts to bob up and down on my cock. My hand fists her hair, holding her in place as she works me over with her mouth.
“Fuck, Elodie. God, this mouth.” I tip my head back and groan before looking down at her again, not wanting to miss the sight of her taking my cock down her throat.
She hums around me, swirling her tongue, lapping at the precum dripping from my tip and licking my entire length, over and over before releasing me from her mouth long enough to say, “You sure you still want to take things slow?”
“Elodie…”
She lifts her purple sweater up and over her head, revealing her breasts encased in a black lace bra, the look of challenge flashing across her eyes. “It’s your turn to use me, Henley.”
Pulling her to her feet in a split second, I frame her face with my hands and her eyes widen. “I could never use you. You—” I struggle to find the right words.
Her mischievous grin morphs to concern. “I just meant…”
