‘My God, Nora, you’re going to ruin me,’ he whispers in reverence.
The urge to cover myself dies at the sound of his broken words.
His fingers drift downward and the sound of our shallow breaths fill the tent. When he speaks again, his voice is hoarse.
‘Can I touch you?’
I nod with fervour, and his lips on mine are slow and patient as his hand trails my stomach and then further down. I’m trying to get control of my breathing when his fingers ever so lightly dance down my entrance, which I know is probably the most slick and ready its ever been. He inhales sharply and I keep my eyes clamped firmly shut as his finger drifts around it.
‘Fuck, Nora,’ he murmurs with awe. ‘Is this all for me?’ he asks, and I can hear the stupid smile in his voice.
I just about gather myself enough to cast a glare in his direction, but he interrupts it with a kiss as his fingers move back up to my clit so teasingly slow I feel like I might die. And when heruns his middle finger around it and begins circling it, my hips buck in desperation and I break my mouth away from his to gasp in a breath.
He continues this motion, deliciously and torturously slow. Despite my attempts to keep quiet, a breathy moan that sounds like mine fills the tent. It’s not long until my body is squirming and my back is arching with need.
I reach out for him, desperate to touch him. When I wrap my fingers around his length, I’m definitely a little flattered, but more than anything I’m astonished by how impossibly hard he is. His eyes slam shut and it seems like he’s trying to steady his breathing.
I freeze. ‘Is this okay?’ I ask, watching how his face darkens with pleasure.
He just nods, swallowing hard.
I move my hand up down him slowly, feeding the wicked part of me that wants to torture him in the same way he did to me. I’m mesmerised by his face, watching his beautiful features tighten and relax in rhythm with my movements. Until the part of me begging to be filled won’t be ignored for any longer.
‘Can we?’ I ask, watching his gaze turn from desperate to wide-eyed and alert.
‘I don’t have a condom,’ he whispers.
‘I’m on the pill,’ I tell him. ‘And I got tested after Greg.’
‘Me too,’ he reassures me.
Our lips join again as he begins to slide inside me with more ease than I expected, until I’ve taken every inch. I bite down on my lip to mask a moan, watching his face as his expression twists, darkens with pleasure.
‘Fuck, give me one second,’ he whispers against my lips, gathering himself before he makes any movement.
My body immediately starts shaking underneath him as he starts to move in and out in careful, gentle strokes. The onlysounds in the tent are the broken moans and heavy breaths that I desperately hope no one else is hearing. His hands moving through my hair and over my breasts is enough to make me wild, and I feel like I can’t get close enough when he breaks the kiss.
‘Can you come just from this?’ he asks between jagged breaths. I look up at him, dazed.
‘I don’t think so,’ I answer honestly.
He gives me one more chaste kiss before righting himself so he’s looking down at me with the glint in his eye I know so well. He wastes no time reaching for my clit and tenderly stroking it as he pumps in and out of me in a steady rhythm, making my head tip all the way back and my back arch from the sensation. A new pressure starts to gather inside my core and it feels like the surface of my skin is scalding, about to burst into flames.
His voice snaps me back to life.
‘You sure you’re not faking it for me, Nora?’ he murmurs, but there’s a wickedness in his eyes and a knowing smile on his lips. Thinking back to our conversation yesterday, I laugh but it ends up coming out as more of a moan.
‘Shut up,’ I pant.
He chuckles and leans down to kiss me again, his fingers somehow never losing contact with my body. I gasp, losing myself in the feeling of him so deep inside me, the sensation of his hard, shallow breaths. The way he kisses me with such heat it makes me dizzy. I lose myself so much that I almost don’t hear the approaching shouts and footsteps near our tent and my body instinctively freezes.
But Elliot doesn’t slow down – if anything, he pumps even faster and continues to kiss me with that mischievous glint in his eyes that I’m beginning to love and hate in equal measure. My stomach tightens and I can feel myself hurtling towards the brink; hoping to contain the sounds that threaten to burst out of me. His fingers circle my clit with increasing speed; I silentlythank the gods that the passers-by are gone when I let out an unexpected cry of pleasure into Elliot’s mouth so loud it would probably wake up the tent next to us.
My entire body tenses before the pressure inside my core releases with an intensity that makes my toes curl and my body arch back, and I have to grab onto the pillow behind my head for some purchase.
‘I’ve got you,’ he croons into my ear. ‘I’ve got you.’
His arms tighten around me and I ricochet off the edge. My entire body fractures and pulses with a pleasure so acute I cling to him to stay tethered to the earth. My body clenches around him again and again, my mind emptying as I ride the rolling waves. I feel his cock still as he comes inside me with a hard exhale, his voice grinding out a quiet, ‘Fuck,Nora.’
