“If it were my pace, baby, I’d have you in bed already and giving you orgasm number two or three.”
“There’s the cocky college boyfriend, at last,” I tease, and reach down between us, familiarizing myself again with his thickcock. I stroke it base to tip. In the water, it feels like velvet, smoother as I go.
“What are you doing?” He groans as my movements gain confidence.
“Pleasing you.”
“But you should come first,” he retorts, growling as my hand picks up the pace.
“Who says? Maybe I enjoy being in control for once.”
He grunts, his hips into it, bucking into my hand. His fingers dig into my hips. “Fuck, baby. You never did this to me before.”
“I’m not that shy girl anymore. I’m all woman now.”
“Yeah, you are. I like that you know what you want.” The way he gazes upon me—like he can’t believe this is really happening and so thankful it is—makes me ache in an entirely new way.
“What I want is you. Come for me, Eli,” I implore, and capture his lips with mine, but not for long.
My motion speeds up. His breathing becomes erratic, swallowing hard, staring deeply into my eyes. I enjoy this, having him at my mercy.
“That’s it. Careful.” He quickly grabs a washcloth from the clean stack next to the tub and holds it over him to catch his release. His head falls back, chest heaving, as waves pass through him, jerking into the cloth. He moans my name, and I watch, completely satisfied with the results.
He tosses the washcloth aside, gasping for air. I chuckle and lay myself fully against him, head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat hum steadily beneath my ear.
“Wasn’t expecting that,” he chuckles, planting a kiss on the top of my head. His fingers play with a lock of my hair.
“Neither was I. It felt good to just go with it.”
“Feel free to do that anytime. But now, it’s your turn.” He somehow picks me up as he stands, so strong, and carries me out of the tub. He sets my feet on the bath mat. With a large, plushwhite towel, he dries every inch of me, wrapping me snugly in it. Then he dries himself. I admire how his muscles contract, how his body moves, until he tosses his towel aside.
He picks me up over his shoulder and I yelp, laughing more. He lays me out on the bed, and I have just enough time to work out of the towel and shove it away before he’s hovering over me, devouring my lips.
“You didn’t really want me sleeping on the couch tonight, did you?” He asks.
I bite my lip and shake my head, being fully honest with myself. “Not really.”
“Oh, Stella, I want to be with you. Know what it feels like inside of you again.” He sucks at my pulse, then kisses down my neck, my chest, and inhales a nipple. He teases it to a peak with his tongue until I’m writhing beneath him and then works over to the other, commanding it in the same way. My body responds, like it knows who it belongs to, a sleeping beauty coming alive after being a sleep so long.
“Yes, Eli, I can’t stand another minute without you.” Desire pools between my legs, and I ache there for him. My hands brush down his abs, counting every muscle, down his V, and—I suck in a breath, playing his heavy balls through my fingers, palming his length. “You’re hard for me again.”
“You got me too excited, but he can wait.” He trails his mouth further down my body, his knee pushing my legs open wider, until his mouth lines up to me. “Wanna taste you…” Then he descends on me, tongue finding my clit, fingers sliding into me. I arch my back, grasping for something to hold onto. One hand finds a pillow, the other threads through his hair, pulling him deeper into me.
“Yes, fuck yes,” the words slip before I could stop them.
“You swearing? I must be doing something right.” He continues his pursuit, taking me higher and higher. I ride hismouth, moaning louder, my insides twisting, ready to burst. Suddenly his mouth leaves me, replaced by his palm jerking against my clit, fingers thrusting, providing even more pressure. And then I’m there… my body convulsing.
“Yes. Yes. Yes…” I cry, only they’re muffled by his lips on mine, and I go wild for it. Like a hungry animal, I lick and suck, savoring my taste on him. The tip of his cock finds my entrance and plays there through waves of my release.
“Condom or no? I’m clean. I get tested by the team. You?” he blurts in a rush, voice dark and strained, like he’s desperately holding back.
“Clean. On the pill.” I reach down, my hands pressing on his muscular ass, giving permission, imploring him not to hold anything back.
He knows what I need, and enters me in one thrust, my walls tumbling down, stretching and letting him in all the way. We both suck in breaths, adjusting. It’s intimate and overwhelming, his eyes holding mine like he’s afraid to look away—and it’s everything I hoped it would be.
“So good.” Tears come to my eyes. “Everything is happening between us so fast. But so good.”
“No, baby, don’t cry. This has been years in the making. We’re just setting everything right, the way its meant to be. You want me, don’t you? You want this?”
