“You’re okay, baby. I’ve got you. It’s okay.”
Eri was sure he assumed her tears were from the orgasm she’d just had, and his words, while meant to soothe her from that, played on something else inside her, and more tears fell. He rolled them over, and she collapsed onto his chest, hiding her face, which she knew did no good because he could still feel her tears against him.
This was not how Eri wanted the night to go, not how she thought she’d feel. She hadn’t flashed back to that night, but there was something in the pit of her stomach that felt overstimulated and laid bare. As if he could see through her, to every part of her. Every part that was hidden, that was damaged as he’d stared at her, being far more gentle than she had expected as he gave her what she wanted.
It was all too much, and the guilt she felt for lying to him, by not telling him, was trying to settle in her stomach. Eri had no intention of letting it. She lay there, allowing him to stroke her back as she tried to will the tears to stop, the emotions to subside, and the doubt to dissipate. One out of three was all she could manage.
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Elias lay there, slowly rubbing her back. It wasn’t the first time he’d brought a woman to tears from pleasure, but he wasn’t sure that was all it was. This felt different, and while he decided to ask her, he wanted to allow her to calm down first.
Minutes ticked by, and then he felt soft kisses on his shoulder and collarbone.
“Eri, look at me, baby,” he requested. He gave her a few seconds to do so, and when she didn’t, he cupped her face and sat her up. Elias searched her eyes, unsure of what he was looking for. “Are you okay?” he asked.
“Yes,” she responded after a brief pause that felt far longer than it was. “That was just…it’s been a while since I felt like that.”
There was something in her words that rang untrue, but he couldn’t figure out which part. Something she left unsaid. And he didn’t like that. He needed her to be honest with him about what she was feeling. To not give him half-truths and pretty platitudes.
Elias tried to move her off him, but she tightened her legs around his sides. It wasn’t that he still couldn’t, but he paused in his actions, thumbs circling her hips.
“I told you I was okay,” she said.
“I know what you told me. Is it the truth?” he challenged.
She nodded, and before he could say anything, her pussy tightened around him. He’d been doing his damnedest to ignore that he was still deep inside her. Trying to ignore the wetness that surrounded him in favor of making sure that she was okay.
“Eri,” he groaned when she did it again. He was trying to focus on the situation, and she was trying to distract him.
She planted her hands on his chest, rose slowly and came back down just as slowly, engulfing him in wet heat again.
“You said you’d make me feel better than okay,” she reminded him. “Do it,” she commanded.
Elias was torn between making her tell him the entire truth or giving her the distraction she wanted as she rode him slowly. He supposed he could do both. The latter first, and when she’d come down from her pleasure later, the former because he wouldn’t let it go. He’d find that would be a mistake.
He kept his hands planted on her hips, allowing her to set her pace, take what she wanted, what she felt she needed. They were still going at her pace. He was still adhering to her rules.
It didn’t take long for him to become hypnotized by the slow undulation of her hips, the way his dick slowly vanished into her sweet cavern each time she came down. He was drawn in by every moan. The sweet sound filled the room. Elias memorized every look of pleasure that passed across her face.
When her pace increased, he gripped her hips, slowing her back down. The whine she released was enough to tell him she was chasing her next orgasm. He had every intention of giving it to her, but he wanted her to reach it the same way she’d been riding him. Nothing about what they’d done so far that night had been rushed or hurried, and he wouldn’t let it start now.
“Elias,” she whined.
“I’m not stopping you, Amate. But you’ll reach it like this,” he instructed.
Elias rolled his hips upward on every slow descent of hers, steadily building the release she wanted, pushing her gradually towards what she’d been attempting to race to. Hiseyes caught hers, and he could see the pleasure, the desire in their depths, but there was something else. Something he couldn’t quite discern.
With a sound between a gasp and a soft cry, she came down, their bodies joined at the waist as she came. Those brown eyes were like a magnet. A single tear streamed down her cheek. Before he could ask her if she was okay, to conclude whether it was strictly from pleasure, she leaned forward, lips molding to his, and Elias resigned himself to not knowing right then. He could wait until they were done.
An hour and a half and several positions later, when she’d fallen asleep beside him as he ran his hand up and down her side, he made the mistake of not waking her like he wanted to, to talk about it then, deciding they could do it in the morning.
Elias recognized the mistake the next morning. It settled on him like a heavy weight as he woke to find the space beside him empty and cold. The light in his en suite was off. He trudged out of bed, checking the rest of his house, but he’d known before he did what he would find. It was empty. It felt cold. The silence was heavy in a way it had never been.
He returned to his room and grabbed his phone from the nightstand. He brought up Eri’s contact, paused for only a second because he knew how this would go, but called anyway. When it went to voicemail, he ended the call, tossing the phone onto the bed.
Elias replayed the events of last night. Not that he needed to, because he knew. Heknewthere had been something wrong, but he’d allowed himself to give in to what she wanted in a misguided attempt to make her more amenable to talking to him about it afterwards. He hadn’t hurt her, didn’t think he'd caused whatever it was because if he’d picked upon that at all, then he would have stopped, regardless of what she wanted.
Fuck.Everything in him wanted to get dressed and go to her place. Make her talk to him like he should have last night, but he didn’t, and he wouldn’t. He’d asked her to talk to him when she felt a certain way. If she’d left, she wasn’t ready to. He’d give her a couple of days to decide. Until then, Elias knew he wouldn’t be able to keep the night from his mind, from going over every action and reaction with a fine-tooth comb to uncover what she’d been so intent on not telling him.
