“I rode my bike, but it’s fine there for the day. Where are we heading?”
“To your house. I want some after-brunch dick,” Eri responded.
Elias chuckled as he made a left turn. “Who am I to tell you no?”
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“Elias,” Eri whined, and it had become one of his favorite sounds. He slowly pushed back into her, and she released a sound that was a mix of a moan and frustration. “Stop teasing me.”
“Mm, I thought you were supposed to be practicing patience, Amate.”
“Why would I want to do that when you could be fucking me and giving me what I want?”
“I am fucking you.”
“No, you’re playing with me,” she countered.
He nipped her lower lip. “I thought you liked it when I played with you.”
“Elias.” She ran her thumb behind his ear. “Give me what I want.” She ran her tongue along his lips. “I’m not asking.”
He pulled out as slowly as he’d thrust in, dick dragging along her walls, and pulled another moan from her. “Such a bossy brat.” He jutted his hips, giving her a hard thrust. “Is this what you wanted?” he asked, pulling out, then snapping his hips and giving her another hard thrust.
“Yeesss,” Eri moaned. “Just like that.”
Elias continued to give her deep thrusts as he grabbed a pillow and put it under her, angling her. He gripped her waist and pulled her to meet each thrust, her moans filling the room, and it wasn’t long before he felt her tighten around him.
“That’s it, Amate. Cum for me. Let me feel it.”
A few more thrusts had his name tumbling from her lips as she came. He fucked her through it. His hips never faltered, and when she placed her hand on his abdomen a minute later to try to halt him, he raised a brow at her.
“Nah. This was what you wanted, baby. So take it like a good girl.”
Eri removed her hand, locked her legs around him, and pulled him down. “Then don’t stop,” she replied before kissing him, and he would give her exactly what she wanted.
Elias stood at his kitchen counter a couple of hours later, slicing fruit and putting it into the bowl. He’d just finished adding the strawberries when Eri entered the kitchen in one of his T-shirts. She walked behind him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and laid her head on his back.
“I’m going to regret all those drinks in a few hours. Too bad orgasms don’t act as hangover preventatives.”
Elias chuckled. “They don’t, but hydration and food help,” he replied, turning in her hold. He dropped a kiss on her lips. “Fruit and electrolytes now, and I’ll make you food in a few hours.”
She nodded, releasing him as she went to the refrigerator. He finished adding the rest of the fruit to the bowl and handed it to her when she emerged from the fridge with a sports drink.
“Go choose something for us to watch, and I’ll be there in a minute,” he instructed.
Eri left the kitchen, and Elias threw the strawberry stems away, then cleaned the cutting board and knife before deciding what he wanted to make for dinner in a few hours. Since it needed to be something that would help in the event she had a hangover, it didn’t take him long to choose.
He exited the kitchen, turning the light out, and joined her in the living room. There was a movie queued on the screen, and she draped her legs over his lap while she hit play.
“The description sounded good,” she told him as it started.
They were barely twenty minutes into the movie when he realized that whatever the description said had been a lie. The computer graphics were horrible, and the acting wasn’t much better.
“This sucks,” Eri stated, popping the last piece of fruit into her mouth. “But I’m weirdly intrigued. Part of me wants to know if it continues consistently being this bad or if it gets worse, because I highly doubt it’s going to get better.”
“That’s an hour and a half of our time we can’t get back, but if you’re that curious, we can keep watching it.”
Elias watched her think about it briefly.
