“Mm.”
The second I feel the head pressed against my hole, I gasp and push back. Elias has to grip me by the hips to stop me impaling myself in one impatient thrust. He keeps me in place, moving inch by agonizing inch until his public bone is pressed tight against my ass.
I moan.
“I’ll give you that one, but now you have to be quiet.”
I nod. Too blissed out to speak. My heart is pounding so hard my chest aches.
“Shh.” Elias soothes me, stroking my hair, kissing my neck, smoothing his other hand over my stomach and thigh.
“Gott,” he says, nipping my shoulder. I want those teeth. I want every inch of that body.God, when did I get so greedy?
I loop my hand back to cradle Elias’ head and he settles in.
“Are you comfortable?”
“Mm, so comfortable. You?”
He lets out a little growl. “Yes.”
I enjoy the moment, enjoy the sensation of being full, protected, warm. Enjoy Elias’ hand greedily mapping my skin, spreading his fingers over every reachable inch.
“Do you want me to touch your cock? Make you come?”
“I want you to stay like this all night. But won’t we stick together or something?”
He laughs. I should feel ashamed of my ignorance, but it doesn’t feel that way at all.
“More likely, I’ll lose my erection at some point and slip out.”
I clench my sphincter muscles. Elias makes a strained noise.
“You really think you’ll lose it?”
He chuckles against my shoulder.
The laugh dies suddenly and the pressure of his hand on my stomach gets heavier. “I think if we moved very slow and very carefully, we could finish without any of your brothers hearing.”
My gulp is embarrassingly loud in the silence.
“But we’d have to be very patient.”
I think about writing my essay with Elias inside me. How unbelievably good it felt. And Elias’ unwavering patience while he waited for me to be finished.
“I think we can be patient.”
His cock twitches its approval inside me.
A testing grind back against him is met with a groan and the tightening of fingers on my hip.
“Slow,” Elias reminds me. But I don’t need reminding.This is exactly how I want him. His smell, his touch, the sound of his voice and his breath enveloping me. Wrapping me up and consuming me.
We move so slowly, the only sound to give us away is the rustling of the sheets and our breath hitching. My hand brushing Elias’ stubble and tangling in his hair.
I turn my face to kiss him and catch his lips waiting for me.
We lose control and speed up but quickly regain it. This kiss is too much so we let our lips brush instead an breath into each other’s mouths.
