You’re mine.
You’re mine.
I feel that truth, now more than ever, as he holds me close. Never letting up on his grip, he kisses me and loves on me more than he ever has. His lips explore my body from my breasts to my collarbone to my mouth, where his tongue laps at mine, only for him to return to my jaw, back down my neck, and to my breasts again.
The sensation of him not being able to get enough and needing more blazes through me, lighting me up.
“I need more,” I say to him, my fingers sifting through his short strands.
“Different position?” he asks me.
I nod. “Yes. From behind.”
My favorite position.
He lifts me off him and then helps me out of the tub. He emerges from the water, droplets dripping from his gorgeous skin and his rock-hard cock. I roll my teeth over my lip just as he steps up behind me, and bends me over so I’m holding the edge of the tub.
His hand smooths over my backside while he lines his cock up with my entrance. Angling me up, he enters me in one smooth stroke. I call out his name from the thrust and then drop my head as he continues to work in and out of me. Aware of what I like, he reaches forward and pinches my nipple between his fingers. The harsh but satisfying sensation sends a flood of pleasure through me, causing me to moan louder than I should. He told me to be quiet, but everything feels so heightened, and it’s hard not to express how he’s making me feel.
“God, Eli, you’re so good.”
“That’s right, baby. Tell me how you feel.”
He thrusts, and I groan some more. “Your cock is so big. It makes me feel so full.”
Another thrust as his hand falls to my pussy, where he presses this thumb to my clit, and I scream out his name, forgetting all about common decency. “Eli . . . oh God, I’m going to come.”
“Me . . . too,” he says just as his pace picks up, and together we push and pull, taking what we need, our climax building and building and building until our orgasms crash together, our names falling off our tongues.
His hips still, I feel him deep inside me, while my pussy contracts around his length. We stay like that for a few more seconds before he slowly lowers his lips to my back and presses a kiss. When he stands and removes himself, he turns me around and pulls me into a hug, one hand around my back, the other cradling my head.
“Babe.”
“Hmm?” I ask, seeking out his warmth.
“You were way too loud.”
I chuckle. “I know. I’m sorry.”
“Just be glad your brother wasn’t here, but also”—he tips my chin up to look me in the eyes—“you’re going to move in with me.”
“I am.”
“Are you worried?”
I shake my head. “Not even in the slightest.”
“Good. I promise, Penny, I’ll do everything in my power to make you happy and comfortable.”
“I believe you, Eli. I really do.”
ChapterThirty-Two
ELI
“So . . . you and Penny are really going at it, huh?” Taters says as the orange of the bonfire in front of us lights up his face.
Taters, Posey, Holmes, and I are all circled around the fire pit, staring into the flames, beers in our hands. Pacey and Winnie haven’t made the trip yet, despite Pacey’s valiant attempts to make things better. Stephan has been a wizard in the kitchen, especially catering to Penny’s cravings. Having her here has made this one of the best trips to the cabin ever.
