Cool air encompassed my skin as his body left mine, then I was scooped up in his arms. “I’m figuring you can’t speak much at the moment either.”
I nudged his neck with my nose and kissed his skin. He smelled as I remembered, musky and male and his bedroom had the same scent.
He placed me down in the centre of his large bed, the sheets brushed cotton and soft against my skin.
“Are you staying? As in staying the night?”
I put my arms around him and brought him closer so that he lay half over me. Needy wasn’t something that usually described me, but right now I felt like I’d been rubbed raw. He trailed a finger across my stomach from hip to hip, the touch a whisper against my skin. And then he pressed his teeth into my shoulder, not enough to mark, but with enough pressure to contrast against the touch. “I’m staying the night,” I said, quietly against the rain.
“Good,” was the response and then he started to travel down my body with his tongue, flicking and licking and sucking, his hands going to my arms and holding me so I couldn’t touch back. I knew where he was heading and my legs widened at the prospect in anticipation of his tongue being in a place where he could do the most good. I tried to move my hands so I could feed them into his hair, but he kept them held and then he kissed the inside of each of my thighs, teeth nipping skin. I felt warm breath against my wetness and I moved my hips to hurry him. He laughed quietly before giving me a single lick from my pussy to my clit before sucking on the swollen centre of nerves. He was slow and careful and I watched, raising my head to see his dark hair between my thighs.
My body responded as if it had been starved, his licks and sucks tortuous. I came hard and fast, my hands still pinned down and removing any control that I had. Elijah rode out my orgasm, his tongue still strong against my clit, sending flames through my centre. As my tempest subsided he released my hands, letting me finally touch him. His mouth went to a nipple, sucking reverently, then to the other and then to my neck all slowly, all carefully. My hands tangled in his hair then on his back, feeling taut muscles. When he kissed me, I tasted myself, the tang of my saltiness. I bit his lip and heard him moan and felt his erection pressing against my thigh. I hooked my legs over the backs of his thighs, opening me up to him, encouraging him to fill me again.
Balancing on one hand, Eli stretched to the bedside table, opening the drawer. “Condom,” he muttered, pulling out a strip and checking the date.
“Give it me,” I said, demanding. I wanted to feel him, to have his cock in my hands and take back some of the power I’d lent him. He sat back on his knees, his erection pointing upwards and making my mouth water and my pussy flood. My legs were spread still and his eyes flickered from me to my tits to my pussy as I undid the wrapper, discarding it on the floor. I gave his cock a squeeze, moving my hand up and down the hard length before I put on the condom. He was silent, no dirty talk and that only added to my anticipation as to what would happen next.
“Lie back,” he said. “Spread your legs for me.”
I did as I was told. He leaned over me and guided his cock to my entrance before entering me slowly. My body remembered this time and the sharp pinch wasn’t there. My hands went to his ass, fingers roaming and I wondered how adventurous he was and then I wondered nothing as his second thrust went hard and deep and he moved my legs so my knees were to my chest, allowing him to completely fill me.
He moved slowly, almost painfully slowly, watching himself move in and out of me, his cock stretching. I was jealous of his view, I wanted to see what he could and I needed words, to hear his voice as well as feel him.
“How do I look?”
He raised his gaze to my face. “Well fucked,” he said. “Your cheeks are red and your tits bounce every time I do this.” He pushed in harder making me groan. “And your pussy’s stretched right round my dick. You’re tight, Ava.” His movements became quicker, his cock angled to hit my clit. My hands went to my tits so I could pinch my nipples, an act that made him groan and I started to climax again, his eyes holding mine as I was torn into a million fractured pieces.
My orgasm had barely subsided as he pulled out of me and pulled off the condom, coming over my stomach and chest, lines of white covering me. Those hazel eyes remained on me as he finished, looking at his seed marking me, because we both knew what he’d done.
Eli’s mouth opened to speak.
“Don’t you dare apologise,” I said, using my arms to push my tits together so his come didn’t run off onto the sheets. Ever fucking practical.
“I should’ve asked,” he said and the vulnerability I’d noticed before was there again.
“You really shouldn’t. That gives me something to think about when I’m alone with my vibrator,” I said, starting to rub his come into my skin, partly to stop the wet patches but also because I could see he was enjoying watching.
He started to laugh. “I thought they only did that in porn.”
I stopped. “Yeah, quite possibly. I’ll definitely need to use your shower.”
“Although the thought of you staying marked like that appeals to me.” His grin was vicious. I sat up and grabbed hold of him, pushing my still wet chest to his and the mood changed in a heartbeat to playful as he grabbed me and headed in the direction of the bathroom.
“Minx,” he said. “You’re nothing but a minx.”
“Payton’s going to kill me,” I said, debating pulling on last night’s clothes. It was close to eleven and I’d already pushed meeting her back to midday so the lazy morning Eli and I had spent in bed could be extended. I still had to get home and shower and change and try to get the freshly fucked look scrubbed off me, else there’d be all sorts of awkward questions from Payton, none of which I’d have the answer to, even for myself.
Eli watched as I examined the dress I’d salvaged from his kitchen. “Why don’t you just put one of my t-shirts on and a pair of my shorts that have a drawstring?” he said. The only thing he was wearing was a sheet that covered his middle, one long leg sticking out. His hair was mussed from sleep and sex, the dark stubble covering his jaw that made him look like a pirate.
“Because they’ll drown me,” I said, although I really hated wearing last night’s clothes. I had no issues with a walk of shame as I didn’t find it shameful. If I chose to spend the night with a man, then it was a decision taken for a reason. But I did wish I could click my heels and have fresh clothes in front of me.
“You’re getting an Uber home. Barely anyone will see you. Let me see what I’ve got.”
He got out of bed and walked naked to the drawers, rummaging round. He was tidy, organised without being anal. I’d noticed this morning when I got up to locate coffee and food that his house was lived in but neat. I took my time committing the sight of him naked to memory, not that I hadn’t seen plenty last night and this morning. We’d talked and laughed and fucked. He was confident and adventurous and didn’t treat me like I was made from spun glass; instead I was his partner in the adventures that we were creating.
“Here, try these.” He laughed.
“What?”
