Then everything started to travel lower. His lips found my throat, then my collarbone. His fingertips trailed just ahead of his mouth, gliding over my chest, down my ribs. When they reached my stomach again, I couldn't stop the sharp gasp that broke out of me. My whole body tightened under him as he lingered there, drawing out every last shiver until I thought I'd lose my mind.
After a few minutes, he gave me a chance to catch my breath as he settled his full weight over me. It was subtle at first – the warm, heavy drag of him along my thigh as he pressed his hips in, then higher, until I realised what he was doing. The sound that came out of me was closer to a whimper than I wanted to admit, and my fingers tightened in his hair as he started to roll his hips.
I couldn't stop myself from rocking up into him. He did it again, and then again, unhurried but steady, every pass sending little shocks through me and keeping me restless and raw. I could feel how much he enjoyed having me pinned beneath him. He was taking his time, savouring every reaction.
"Eli – " I broke off when his hips moved again, stealing the words right out of me. "Please."
He went still, and I heard the smile in his tone. "Didn'tthink you'd give in that easy."
I managed a shaky laugh. "After fifteen years, I've a right to be impatient."
That actually drew a quiet chuckle out of him, and he tapped his nose to mine before pulling back to line himself up. "Fair enough."
He carefully eased forward, hard and leaking against me, and slid in slow. My thoughts scattered from the sheer intensity of it. The way he filled me, all heat and weight and pressure – it made me dizzy. A gasp escaped me before I could stop it, and my back arched as my hands clawed for something to hold onto.
He pulled me in tighter, arms locked around me, and kissed me through the burn. Deep and consuming. Every movement dragged another sound from my throat. Everything in me stretched to take him completely.
He went still for a minute to let me adjust, but his hands never stopped tracing steady patterns across my skin. His forehead rested against mine, his breath warm and uneven. Every inch of him was strung tight with restraint. “You good?”
My body slowly relaxed as the edge of that first rush softened. "Yeah... Yeah, I'm good."
He started to move, and this time, I moved with him. Each roll of his hips stoked the fire that curled low in my stomach, the heat that wound tight through every nerve until I couldn’t tell where he ended and I began.
I clung to him, chasing the way he made me feel. Not just with the way he touched me, but in every breath, every brush of his lips, every quiet sound that slipped from him. He wasn’t holding back now. He was here fully, and he’d been waiting for this.
He whispered against my neck, soft and low, his voice fraying at the edges. I couldn’t catch the words, not with the way everything else was crashing through me.
I tightened my grip on him to guide him closer and pulled him deeper into me. I wanted all of it. Everything he had to give. I'd wanted this for so long, and now that it was happening, I couldn't understand how I ever convinced myself that I didn't.
I'd always wanted Eli. There was never anyone else.
Every thrust sent heat tearing through me, sharper each time, drawing me farther into something I knew I wouldn't come back from. And I didn't care. I didn't want to. This was so much more than I could've hoped for. More consuming. More intense. More real than anything I'd ever let myself imagine.
I tried to say his name, but then he adjusted to hit somewhere deeper, and everything in me snapped.
A sound tore loose from me before I could stop it, rough and involuntary. My fingers dug into his back as my mind went blank. His grip tightened, and he picked up the pace to push me further and coax out more startled noises.
Fuck, I couldn’t think anymore. My breath caught with every motion, my body arching to meet him on instinct. All I could feel was him – the press of his body, the unrelenting rhythm driving me closer to the edge. He filled every part of my awareness.
My pulse thundered, my breath breaking in uneven gasps as the heat built fast and sharp. He drove in again, and that was all it took.
The release slammed into me without warning. A rough sound tore from my throat as my muscles clenched, nails dragging across his shoulders while my vision blurred at the edges and everything came apart. Somewhere in the background, I heard his voice, but the words didn’t register.
He held me steady as the aftershocks hit, each one sharper than the last. By the time it faded, I couldn't speak. Couldn't move. I just lay there, breathless and wrecked beneath him. When I finally managed to open my eyes, I found himwatching me with barely contained amusement.
The corners of his mouth twitched. “Already?”
Heat climbed up my neck as I let out a groan and dragged my hands over my face. “Oh, god...”
He laughed, soft and genuine, then leaned down to brush a kiss against my temple. "Relax, love. You're fine."
I swallowed, still trying to even out my breathing. My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in every limb. The high hadn't fully let go yet, and my thoughts were too fractured to pull together.
He moved, and I becameveryaware that he hadn't finished.
My stomach flipped when I saw a smug little grin tug at his lips. Before I could say anything, his hold on me tightened, and he picked up right where he left off.
A startled gasp escaped me as he slipped back into that same deliberate pace as if he hadn't just thoroughly undone me. I was still lit up, every inch of me too sensitive, but instead of collapsing, my body responded again. The heat soon stirred back to life but sharper now, more urgent. I didn't even have time to brace for it.
