That’s when my eyes almost pop out of their sockets. Because, the sight of him—every ripple of muscle, it’s almost too much for my brain to comprehend, and then I immediately feel like I should put my own clothes back on.
I’m definitely not even anywhere near as fit as this man. Where he’s hard and toned, I’m soft and smooshy. He doesn’t let me lament my squishiness, though, because the next thing I know, he’s dropped his pants, and then there is something else for me to stare at in awe.
Because he is hard, thick, and long.
Every single inch of this man is perfection.
Every. Single. Inch.
“Eli,” I exhale.
He hums, his nose sliding alongside mine before he shifts his head down a bit more, and his lips brush across my own. Then something happens. I don’t know what it is, but when he lifts his head, his eyes search mine for a moment. They almost sparkle as they take me in.
“What?” I ask in a whisper.
“You’re so beautiful,” he rasps. “I want to keep you.”
If I could swoon any more than I already am, I would be a whole pile of nothingness on the floor—a whole ball of skin and mush. His hands slide down my ass, his fingertips leaving searing flesh in their wake before he grips the backs of my thighs and picks me up.
Wrapping my fingers around his biceps, I hold on to him as he places me on the bed. He doesn’t even wait for me to get comfortable in any way before he fits his hips between my thighs.
I wrap my legs around his waist and inwardly beg for him to slip inside of me. I don’t actually say anything, though, because I’m embarrassed to ask for something like that. But I want to feel him again. The orgasm I already had from his fingers was the most amazing one I think I’ve ever had. I want to know if it’s even better with him inside of me.
“Wrenly,” he murmurs.
My brain is moving a million miles a minute as I stare at the ceiling, waiting in anticipation for him to slide inside of me. Trying to brace myself for what I know is going to be an uncomfortable intrusion, at least for the first few seconds.
When he doesn’t make a move to enter me, when I feel absolutely nothing down there, I open my eyes and look into his. He’s wearing a concerned expression, and I wonder what I’ve done wrong.
Make no mistake, I’m pretty positive that I did something wrong again, and I know it. He was lying to me when he said that he didn’t leave me in the middle of the night because I was bad.
Then I feel his hand shift. He cups my cheek as his eyes search mine, and he lets out a soft sigh. Holding my breath, I wait for him to say something. I brace for the rejection that I know must be coming. But his lips curve up into a small smile, and instead of saying anything, he tilts his head to the side, and his lips touch mine right before his tongue slips inside of me.
He tastes me.
Consumes me, and then I feel his intrusion as he fills me.
ELI
I sink inside of Wrenly and don’t stop until I’m buried to the hilt.
Fuck.
Me.
Placing my hands on either side of her face, I break the kiss as I straighten my elbows, looking down at her, careful to gauge her reaction. Her legs tighten around my waist, and I stifle back a groan at the sensation.
Fuck, she feels so good, I could come instantly.
Clenching my jaw, I gnash my teeth together in an attempt to regain whatever control I can muster. My arms tremble as I try to keep them straight, trying to keep my torso from pressing against her, from smashing her into the bed.
My knees sink into the mattress before I straighten my back slightly, reaching for her thighs and gripping her there. I begin to move my hips. In and out, my eyes shifting from hers down to our connection.
When I see my wetness as my cock moves in and out of her, I groan at the sight. There is no way in fuck I’m going to be able to keep from coming. My control is slipping with each stroke of my glistening cock into her warm, wet center.
Then I hear her whimper, and my gaze flicks up to hers. Wrenly’s eyes are closed, her neck arched beautifully as she lifts her hands and grips my biceps. She lets out another soft whimper, then follows it with a moan.
Flexing my hips, I don’t stop moving, not only because I fucking love the sounds she’s making, but I’m also climbing my own fucking hill and ready to jump off. I’m so close, standing at the edge, my body screaming to be allowed to find its release.
