As my finger is fully seated into him, I allow him a moment to adjust, his harsh panting the only sound in the room. I watch the muscle twitch, I watch his dick jump as I glide my fingers up his thighs.
“You can… you can move now,” Elijah gasps out, and I slowly pull my finger out to the tip, using my other hand to loosely pump his length as I push it back in. “Oh, god.”
“I know,” I tell him, because I do. I feel it too. And I lean over him as I pick up the pace, meeting his eyes. I want to watch them as I add another finger—so I do. He cries out, eyes widening. “Shh,” I coo, dropping my mouth to his.
This kiss is needier—more desperate than it was the first time. He’s gripping my face, shoving his tongue into my mouth as he whines and hiccups against me. Tears are gathering in his eyes, and I can feel him begin to push back against my fingers with each thrust.
He’s warming up so nicely, so easily beneath my gentle hands. Just as he should, as he’s meant to.
Yes. Yes—it was always meant to be like this.
Do you remember me now?
I gasp into his mouth, my fingers curling on their retreat and twisting on their way back in. And as I’m dropping my lips to suction over his nipple, I suddenly have an innate feeling of where to find his prostate.
As if I’ve touched it before, as if it’s that easy to find in a man, and I’m just that good.
So I twist my wrist to the right and push in deep, curling my fingers against his walls. Elijah arches up off the mattress, his hand shooting between the two of us to grab my wrist.
Only, he’s not pulling me away—he’s keeping me from retreating.
“Oh, fuck.Oh, god. Right there,” he moans, head thrown back.
I release his abused nipple and grin, rubbing viciously at the spot.“Is that it, little angel? Can you feel me there?”
Elijah is nodding vigorously, and I have to peel his hand from my wrist so that I can extract it to add a third finger. He’s almost ready.
I let go of his shaft and return to his chest, pumping my fingers against that singular spot. Sucking his neglected nipple into my mouth, I roll it between my teeth until it’s fully hardened, eating up every little whimper, every little grunt he gives me.
The desire to sink my teeth into him is driving me crazy.
After a minute or two, I pull my fingers from his twitching hole, wiping my hand on my t-shirt that’s managed to sit abandoned at the end of the bed, and reach into the drawer for a condom.
Elijah watches me as I roll it on, as I add more lube to the latex. I’m pulsing, moments away from screaming at the reality of sinking into him like this.
“Rowan,” he says, and I can hear the surreality in his voice. He’s overwhelmed.
I lean over his body, lining myself up with his entrance as I take in his expression. I am not scared of his rejection or of him turning me away. Neither will happen. This is meant to be.
“Eli,” I whisper, kissing him gently. “Are you ready?”
After a beat or two of silence, he takes in an unsteady breath.“Take me.”
I begin to sink into him, not daring to take a breath until my head pops through that ring of muscle. As it does, I damn near fall on top of him.
Instead, I hold still—my eyes clenched shut as I try to keep from coming while also giving him a moment to handle the pain of it.
When I open my eyes, I find that his tears have finally fallen. My heart sinks, and panic begins to set in.
“Does it hurt too badly? Want me to pull out?” I ask, and wide eyes stare up at me as Elijah slowly shakes his head. His palm lands on my ass, and he’s soon pushing me forward, further into him. “Ugh, fuck,” I groan, dropping my forehead to his. “So tight.”
As I bottom out—fully sheathed inside of him—Elijah takes in several loud, sharp breaths. I can feel him everywhere; I can sense him everywhere. And suddenly, all I can smell is citrus—the overwhelming scent of oranges and home.
I’ve begun to weep.
Something horrible and devastating is bubbling up inside of me, and all I can do is grin and cry.
Slowly, I drag my hips back until nothing but my swollen tip sits inside of him. Then, I push back in. It’s a slow, painful fight for Elijah and a slow, agonizing wait for me. But soon he’s groaning in annoyance and wrapping his legs around my waist.
