Unexpectedly, Eli takes a step back. I turn to find the famished eyes of a wolf, dark and liquid, devoted and also ardently protective. His gaze progresses from my exposed breasts to the swell of my hips, the black lace of my underwear, the pair of legs I know he’s admired in the past, my tanned skin glowing with desire.
“Jesus Christ,” he mutters to himself. “Luisa…” He trails off with a heavy sigh.
Hearing my name on his lips sends a shiver down my almost naked body. I meet his gaze, and in what feels like an act of unadulterated desire, I deliberately slip out of my underwear. I stand tall, offering Eli an unguarded picture of my body, relishing in the greedy expression that takes over his face.
“God, you’re fucking beautiful.” His voice comes out a strangled groan.
“Will you take off your clothes?” I say, tension coiling inside me.
Eli obliges, and I can’t help but bite my lower lip as I watch him tug at the edges of his T-shirt and pull it over his head, revealing the beautiful landscape tattoo over his torso and the sibling birds inked over his heart. My heart expands with the new understanding of the two birds in flight. This man is beautiful inside and out.
And as he zips down his jeans and wriggles himself free of his pants and trunks, I’m left breathless at the naked sight of hisglorious body. A pair of defined obliques slope into an inviting V-cut. A trail descends in a straight line from his belly button to his groin, where the most beautiful, fully erect cock stands between a pair of well-toned upper thighs.
We stare at each other for a silent beat, unmoving, as if in a sweet stupor. I’m rapt by every single line and ridge of muscle running across his body. I want to name every color in his tattoo. I want to count the freckles scattered over his upper chest. I want to kiss every square centimeter of his pale skin.
Eli closes the space between us. He reaches for my chin with his fingers, catching my lips with his, then curving his palm around my neck. His free hand languidly follows the outline of my spine, reaching for the curve of my ass. He grabs me from behind and tugs me into him, my swollen nipples pressed against the taut muscles of his torso. My own hands traverse to his cock, stroking him until a raspy moan bursts from his throat and his grip tightens around me.
“I want to taste you,” Eli murmurs into my ear. “Would you like that?”
I can barely breathe out a “yes.” Because, oh God yes, I want nothing more right now than to have his mouth between my legs.
He lowers me to the bed, kissing me until my head is resting over a pillow. He deftly spreads my legs, as my body welcomes his form hovering over me. My back melts into the pillow-top mattress, relaxing under the weight of him. My arms bend at the elbows, reaching for the support of his shoulders as the head of his cock brushes against the wetness between my legs, teasingly. I instinctively arch against him, consumed with the need to have him inside me.
“Not yet,” he whispers, sensing my restlessness. He clutches both my wrists, carefully raising my hands over my head as he kisses his way down my neck, over my breastbone. He cradles my breasts in his hands, gliding his tongue over my taut nipples, sucking and grazing his teeth across the sensitive skin. My fingers grip the comforter, balling the fabric into closed fists. “Do you like that?” he asks.
“Yes,” I whimper, licking my lips, pressing my head back intothe pillow. Eli’s mouth charts a path of kisses over my belly, down to my lower abdomen and the folds between my legs. His hands pull my thighs apart with one torturous, mind-bending motion. And then, his tongue is on me, delighting in my most sensitive flesh. I’m skirting the boundaries of consciousness as intense pulses of pleasure ricochet inside me, searing every single one of my nerve endings.
“You taste so sweet.” His lids are heavy and his mouth glistens with my wetness. When he licks his lips, drinking me in, I die a thousand little deaths. “I just want to stay here.”
His tongue swirls over my clit and I writhe in ecstasy. It takes every ounce of willpower I have left to say, “I don’t want to come yet.” I want to stretch my known threshold of pleasure, hoard this exquisite tension until my body simply can’t physically contain it anymore.
“Come here,” I say, propping myself up on my elbows and beckoning him to me.
He smiles, that pure Eli smile that sends my stomach into a free fall and my heart hurtling. Then he pushes himself up to kiss me on the lips, his arms extended over my sides, elevating his body. “I have to grab a condom from the nightstand,” he says.
“Hold that thought—” I extend one index finger between us, gesturing to the bedside table where my things are. Eli falls to his back beside me. I open my clutch, remove a condom, then pass it to Eli.
“Latex allergy,” I volunteer.
“Duly noted,” he says, tearing open the black-and-gold wrapper with his fingers. He removes the prophylactic, then rolls it down the shaft of his cock, pulling at the end until it’s securely in place, and in the process giving me an exhilarating preview of the coming attractions. When he’s done, he turns to face me, one hand propped under his head.
“Tell me what you like,” he says, softly running small circles around my nipples with his fingertips. “Do you prefer to be on top?”
I turn to face him, getting lost in his gray irises, which are focused intently on me.
“I want to feel you beside me,” I say quietly. “Side by side.” He nods in understanding. “Is that okay?”
“I just want you, Luisa,” he says, staring into my eyes with a gaze so penetrating, it sends a surge of emotion rising inside my chest. “I don’t care where or how.” He kisses me, and suddenly my heart feels too small for the enormity of everything I feel in this moment.
I press my back against Eli’s chest, folding myself into him, attuned to his own heart pulsing rapidly against the back of my shoulder blade. My right hand finds his palm above my head and interlaces our fingers. My left hand rests over his hip, indenting my fingers into the hard muscles of his buttocks, as he eases into me from behind. I curve my back against his torso and his lips brush my ear, sending a warm tingle down my neck. “Slow. Deep,” I mutter, turning my face to him.
He pulses deeper into me. I bring down our interlaced hands, wrap them over my torso. His right hand rests on my lower abdomen, drawing my hips to him, rocking me into him with fluid, mind-blowing motions. His hips undulate behind me, and I bear down, feeling him go further inside me. Eli moans with pleasure, exhaling a warm breath into my upturned mouth, kissing me feverishly. We’re linked from head to toe, and still, it’s not enough.
I take his right hand, resting over my abdomen, and guide it between my legs, gliding over my clit. Eli’s fingers move under mine, adding exquisite, agonizing pressure. His right arm tightens over my torso, containing the friction building between us as our bodies harmonize into a steady rhythm. I close my eyes, losing myself to the sensation, only existing within the context of Eli’s body, indivisible from mine.
The intensity builds and Eli seems on the verge of release, but then adjusts his pace to match mine, slowing down, stretching the mounting pleasure between us. “I’m so close,” I say. My hips press harder into him, his cock sinking inside me so deep that breathing seems impossible. His fingers manipulate my clit until an earth-shattering spasm rips through me as we arrive at a single, blissful crescendo of blinding orgasm.
My body and mind are lost to me, and yet I am everything and everyone, everywhere, all at once. Only the force of Eli’s body wrapped tightly around mine keeps my limbs from falling apart.
