All safety and danger wrapped up in one.
They all but collided again, the shocking pleasure of skin on skin made her feel drunk and wild. She traced those delicious little gullies between quadrants of muscle first with her fingertips, then lightly with her nails, then her tongue, rewarded with his sucked-in breath of pleasure. She continued to follow the little fingertip trails she’d drawn with her lips and her tongue and let her hands skate down that taut waist into his jeans where the scoops of muscle on either side of his butt seemed to have been designed for her hands.
He reached for the button on her jeans. He popped it dexterously open. And then with ceremony, he dragged her zipper:zzzzzttt.
Another excellent sound.
She was shivering with hunger for him, and with anticipation for what was to come.
Together they pushed her jeans off down her hips, and she did a sort of hula hoop shimmy to get them off. She stepped out of them.
And he reached for her again.
She could feel the hunger in him.
She bit his chest very softly because he was beautiful and smooth and because she’d always wanted to.
“Ow,” he gasped, sounding thoroughly pleased.
He scooped his hands under her butt and she locked her legs around his waist, and he carried her a few feet and dumped her, albeit somewhat gently, on his couch, like prey he intended to devour.
He dropped to his knees next to her and touched his tongue to her nipple and got a little fancy with it there, then slid his hand over her rib cage, down, down, into the waistband of her underwear, where it vanished between her legs, which fell open to allow him access. He knew exactly what to do when he found her hot and wet. He teased and stroked, circling, finding a languid friction that was going to make her permanently lose her mind.
Waves of electric heat swept up and out through her body until she was all but incandescent with need. Wild and arcing with it.
“Youmotherf...oh my God...Please...”
His tongue traced what felt like the alphabet over her nipples and fresh zaps of pleasure had her whimpering now. She was indeed begging.
He peeled her blue lace undies down her legs and threw them God knew where.
Enough begging. Time to demand.
“Eli,now. I mean it.”
“Talk about bossy.”
And then he was bridging her, propped on his arms. She arched up to lock her legs around his waist and he guided himself into her. And he smiled down at her and she smiled up at him, both of them amazed, savoring the feeling of being joined. Their smiles faded, and all was serious and intent and pretty soon out of their control completely. She locked her feet around his back and clung to his shoulders as his hips drummed.
“Glory... my God...”
Their bodies arched and met and collided, hard, the roar of their breath mingling, the leather sofa making soft farting noises as they slammed the devil out of it.
Her head thrashed back and she heard a moan that may have come from him or from her—it was impossible to tell. It was the sound of almost unbearable pleasure. She was nearly there, nearly there.
And her skin was made of cinders and then release bowed violently upward and shook her.
“Glory...” His voice was a rasp. “Jesus...”
How convenient that she’d been given a name that already sounded like a hosannah.
She heard her own voice call his name from far, far away, like some distant signal of a distant song in space. She was floating overhead. She was comprised of nothing but bliss molecules. It would take a while to reassemble.
He came with a cry that was almost wild. And she held on to him as he shook, triumphant, replete.
“I have a bed.” He sounded drowsily surprised. As if he’d suddenly remembered.
They’d both somehow returned to full consciousness and their bodies.
