I hold her tight in my arms as she continues to come down, placing soft kisses on the crown of her head almost instinctively. I have never been the type to want to cuddle after sex, and often dreaded it when a girl would come up with an excuse to sleep over that night, but with Eliana everything felt different. I wanted her to feel cherished and know how much I cared about her. Wanted her to know that I would be there for her, and that she could rely on me. Always.
She releases a content sigh as she traces the muscles of my bicep with her fingers. The completely innocent touch manages to light my body on fire again, and I groan, feeling the precum leak from my cock. Dammit I was acting like a teenager who’d just hit puberty.
“What’s wrong?” Eliana asks, as I let out a small self-deprecating laugh.
I tuck her head under my chin, loving the way she fit with me. She’s like a missing puzzle piece I didn’t even realize I needed. “Nothing, beyond the fact that you touching my arm feels like foreplay and my dick is screaming at me. Take it as additional proof for how gone I am for you.”
My words cause her to perk up and before I know it, she’s sliding down on her knees in front of me. She grips me in her hands tentatively. “Can you tell me how you like it?”
This fucking girl. A question that innocent shouldn’t have such an effect on me. “Grip me hard. More. More, sweet girl, I can take it. Mmmm, perfect.” My hips buck instinctively as she applies the perfect amount of pressure to my cock and starts moving it. The determination on her face, paired with the way she’s squeezing me, is more than enough to get me off, and then I feel her soft lips around my head. “Holy shit, Ellie,” Igroan.
She stops immediately. “Sorry. Was that bad? I can stop.”
“No. No, babe. It was good. So good. Do you think you can take more of me in your mouth? It’s okay if you don’t feel up to it.” At this rate I’d take anything she’d be willing to give me.
She gives me a soft smile and nods, lowering her mouth back on me and moaning as she takes me further and further into her mouth. She reaches her limit, so I thread my fingers in her hair to stop her from taking on more than she can handle. She uses one hand to wrap around what’s left of me and the other she places on top of mine, holding my grip on her hair firm. Eliana trails her tongue down my length, and my hips buck. She moans in response and squeezes my hand, encouraging me to continue.
“Jesus, you feel so good wrapped around me. You’re such a good girl.” She moans at my praising words, which only adds more pressure to my cock. Shit. Shit. “Ellie baby I’m coming, I’m?—”
Her grip on my cock tightens and the next thing I know I see stars. It takes everything in me not to shut my eyes but I need to see her. Need to watch her as she swallows every last bit of me. As I come down, she pulls away with a satisfied smirk on her mouth. “Huh I think I might actually like giving blow jobs. Who knew.”
I snort, not able to form words following what might be the best orgasm I’ve ever had.
“I guess that’s what happens when you actually want to give one.” she says softly.
The muscles in my arms tighten. “Did someone try to pressure you into…” I can’t even finish my sentence. The thought makes me sick.
Eliana’s eyes widen. “Sorry I didn’t mean to kill the mood. Don’t worry about.”
I reach down, bringing her back into my lap and cuppingher face with my palms. “You didn’t kill the mood. And you don’t have to tell me anything if you don’t want to. But I’m all ears if you need.”
“One of my exes was pretty big on trying to guilt me into doing stuff with him when I wasn’t feeling it. I wrote it off in the beginning, but then it happened a few more times. I would usually find an excuse to get out of the situation, but the last time he was a bit more aggressive. He said that if I didn’t get him off then I must not love him. I stormed out of the room, but he tried to follow me. I kneed him in the balls, got away and never looked back. I knew no one who truly loved me would ever try to force me to do something I didn’t want to do.” She shrugs as if what happened to her was no big deal. As if I wasn’t now determined to track down her shithead ex and break his nose (or worse) for treating Eliana like shit.
“I’m glad you didn’t take his shit. If you ever see him in public again just give me a call and get ready to bail me out of jail.”
She snorts, leaning her forehead against mine.
We sit there in a comfortable silence long enough for her eyes to drift close. “Alright I think it’s time for bed.” I shut off the shower and we take turns drying each other before heading to bed. The last thing I remember is bringing her into my arms before we both fell asleep, exhausted and incredibly sated.
Chapter 31
Eliana
Jake Keeley was a cuddler. The kind that wrapped their limbs around you like a koala bear to a branch and clung on all night. His weight on me gave the same effect as my weighted blanket, and it was the best sleep I’d had in a long time. Currently he was using my chest as a pillow while I played with his hair. In the middle of the night he brought us some water and snacks—namely salt and vinegar chips— before he crawled back into bed and buried his head into my neck. He pressed soft kisses along the curve of my throat until he fell back asleep. The whole thing felt so intimate I thought I’d freak out at some point but instead it all felt so…normal. Like we had been doing this all along.
At some point I would freak out like I normally do when I realize I’ve taken on a task I have no idea how to accomplish. But freaking out would be a waste of time—time I really wasn’t going to have now that I had a…boyfriend?— so I planned to do what I did best: prepare. A common misconception about psychology majors is that we knew everything about human behavior, but the reality was we found our niche and stuck to it. Mine was babies, not adult human relationships. Tonight, I would research articles on communication and long-term relationships, and maybe even listen to a podcast or two from Jane and Mark Ellis, my favorite podcasters, researchers, and husband and wife. They frequently discuss the hurdles faced in modern dating on college campuses on their podcast, The Dating Method, and now that I had a relationship to nurture, I needed them more than ever.
Normally I would preparebeforeI actually started something, but Jake and I were officially, well, official. Lots of googling would be needed because what the hell did I know about being in a serious relationship? Especially given my only past relationship experience was incredibly toxic and I didn’t really have good models to reference either. But this was Jake. Someone who went from being one of the biggest annoyances in my life to one of my closest friends— and now boyfriend— in the span of a couple of months. And I would do my best to be a good partner for him.
I’ve never opened up to someone so quickly. But here I was in his bed, after three months of knowing him, post shower hook-up, thinking about how to make him happy. He practically forced himself on me, this soft, caring, and protective man who was hiding behind deep blue eyes and a cocky smile.
I press a small kiss to the crown of Jake’s head and try to slide myself out from under him. Every small movement I make results in him tightening his arms around me like a boa constrictor. “So clingy,” I hum with approval, leaning my chin on his head.
“I don’t remember hearing any complaints last night.” Jake yawns, his voice deep and scratchy from having just woken up.
“Admittedly I was a big fan earlier, but now I have to pee and there’s a 6’3?—”
“6’4,” he corrects.
