“Oh.” I throb at the thought of Elias inside me.
When I grab him and kiss him again, this time it’s rough, desperate, obvious. I don’t care.
He presses my back against the wall and grinds against me. I toy with the shape of the condom packet through his pocket while he grazes my neck, his stubble leaving pleasant tingles across my skin.
Memories of him licking me, there, surface. I melt into him, ready to give myself over. But the hard length currently poking me in the leg makes me think twice. Would it hurt? What if I didn’t like it? Would I have the guts to tell him?
“Hey,” Elias has his hands on my face, stroking my cheek with his thumb. “You’re freaking out again.”
“No … I’m just….”
“We don’t have to do that.” He bends to kiss me, this one slow and tender. “Okay?”
I nod.
“Let’s get our pants off. No need to take any chances.”
He made me smile, even when I’m freaking out. How did he do that?
We undress as Elias walks us back toward the bedroom. The door is open, ready and waiting for us to fall into it.
“This is an actual house, isn’t it?”
“Yes, what were you expecting?”
“A shed.” He shrugs.
“A shed?”
He takes my face in his hands and kisses me before we fall back onto the bed. It’s all made up with fluffy blankets and a red, black and green checked comforter. Mom’s design for the pool house was ‘Scottish Highland.’ It feels luxurious to be rolling around in the soft mass of bedding. The piles of cushions Elias is currently throwing out of his way. Is he impatient for me? Or just to get laid?
He looks down at me. My hair must be a mess. But there’s admiration in his eyes.
“God, you look sexy,” he says. He seems to really mean it, too.
“So do you.”
We’re half dressed. Elias’ shirt hanging on by one button. My pants open and my shirt on the floor. We slow down for a second while we shimmy out of everything but our boxers. Our kiss is lazy and deep as we grind. It’s a thrill to realize I’m not the only one currently sporting a raging erection and a wet patch at the tip. I get bold, rubbing my fingers along the head of Elias’ length. His groan vibrates into my mouth.
I’ve never been kissed the way Elias kisses me. He gently nibbles my bottom lip. He licks my teeth. Moans into my mouth. Until I feel like I’m drowning in the best way.
It’s all I can do just to hold on and try not to come apart too soon.
He comes up for air, still looking down at me like I’m the most appealing man he’s ever seen. When he tugs my underwear down, my legs splay open automatically, exposing everything to him. I’m far too turned on to be shy.
He lifts my legs until they’re resting on his shoulders and begins kissing my calves. They’re not especially beautiful calves, but by the way Elias is lavishing attention on them, you’d think they were cast in marble. He makes his way up to my inner thighs. The skin getting more sensitive the higher up he gets.
My legs shake and I start to leak onto my belly. When he spreads his long body out and reaches the very top of my inner thigh, I make a sound I’ve never heard myself make before and fist his hair.
I can hear him breathing, feel his tongue swirlingagainst my skin. Like he’s hungry for me. No—starving. The knowledge that someone like Elias could want me this badly makes me feel drunk. I let go, moaning and gripping his hair so tight I worry I might be hurting him.
I melt into the bed as he nuzzles his scratchy face against my balls.
“Elias.”
He growls, his voice vibrating against me.
When his tongue pads across the base of my erection, my whole body shivers.
