I rock into him, bumping his hands. “I want to do that for you next time.”
He gives me a sexy smile. It turns smoldering as he drags two of his fingers through my seam. Slowly, he pushes them inside me. “Are you ready for me?”
So damn ready. “Yes.”
He pumps his fingers in and out of me. I immediately clench around him and ride his hand. If this is just an appetizer, how overwhelmed am I going to be with the main course?
“Nice and fucking tight, just like I knew you’d be,” he says, working me into a frenzy by barely doing a thing.
He’s been imagining me—us—and it’s winding me tighter, coiling all that explosive energy inside me.
“Ride it,” he orders, and I do.
The pleasure sweeps me away, and the bed rocks with me.
“Still so fucking soaked.” He might be behind me, but he’s between my legs and his shudder shakes the bed. “Your wet cunt is going to be all I think about all day, every day.” He notches histhick head at my entrance and I push back on him. “Fuck, you’re so greedy for it.”
“For you.” Desire has never pounded inside me so hard I’m afraid I’m going to combust and then extinguish like a birthday candle.
With a smooth thrust, he seats himself.
Finally, I’m full. All those empty years. Night after night, going to sleep alone, not believing that someone like Cruz could be real. I groan and stretch my arms in front of me, totally at his mercy. I don’t need time to adjust after the way he primed me.
“Christ, Elodie.” His fingers dig into both sides of my hips. “Next time is going to have to be sweet and slow.”
“Fuck me as hard as you need to.” Deep inside, my belly flutters and my walls grip him harder. My pleasure escalates and I race closer to a second peak.
That’s impossible. I haven’t come twice this close together before.
He withdraws and punches in with a grunt. “Fuck.” Withdraw. “So.” Thrust. “Fucking.” Withdraw. “Good.” Thrust.
He’s hitting everything inside of me that needs stimulating. My clit is a happy bystander, getting caressed with each clash of our bodies. I’m loving every stroke. He can take as long or be as quick as he needs.
He collapses over me. Propping his hand on the mattress by my head, he doesn’t stop his rhythm. His weight presses me into the mattress, spreading my legs wider, and his hot breath tickles my ear. I’m surrounded by him, caged in the best way, safe. It’s everything I didn’t know I needed since I came home five years ago.
“So fucking good, Elodie.” He kisses the tattoo on my back and winds an arm around me to strum my clit. The wet slap of our bodies fills the room.
The way he’s on me, around me, inside me, I can’t move. The onslaught of ecstasy hits me and I spasm. My crest is right there, andahhh... one more circle of the rough pad of his finger and I’m gone.
“Cruz.” Grateful I don’t have neighbors who’ll hear through the walls, I let out another wordless cry.
“I can feel you coming.” His words send a shiver down my back, like adding fuel to a raging inferno. “So goddamn tight.”
I split apart. Only he’s holding me together.
“Elodie. Fuck.” He jerks inside of me. His arm is like a steel band before it loosens and he droops over me, his face pressed against my spine.
I’m nearly flat on the mattress, but I don’t want to move. The only drawback of this position is that I can’t hold him. Too soon, he removes his hand from between my legs and withdraws with a groan. Rolling to his side, he tucks me into him and kisses the shell of my ear.
Now this is better. I close my eyes, getting drowsy.
“That,” he says on a breath, “was worth the wait.”
Cruz
I’ve had the best twenty-four hours of my life. It began in her kitchen, baking, and it’s wrapping up there too.
My legs are splayed to the sides, and Elodie is on her knees between them. Her glasses are on the table, and she’s got my dick deep down her throat. My brain cells are scrambled.
