“Is it time for science?” I asked, referring to his need to see me out of my dress. “Maybe we should head back to the hotel. Someone might need to get in here or something.”
He shook his head as he bent down and began laying kisses atop my cheeks and forehead, like it was bad luck to leave a single surface of skin untouched.
“We’re going to need a robust sample size,” he said simply.
His lips swept across mine and he kissed me slowly. Torturously so.
I parted my lips to coax him in deeper, but he took his time, letting his tongue trace mine as his hand cradled my neck.
A frustrated groan pushed against my lips. There would be time later to explore and tease, but right now, I needed him in the most basic of ways.
“You were magnetic out there,” he whispered. “I almost trampled the woman beside me because I couldn’t take my eyes off you.”
“I nearly brought the whole dance floor down with my inability to put one foot in front of the other.” I bowed my forehead into his chest. “I have an IUD. And I’m clean.”
“I am too.” Eli sat down, his arms spread over the back of the sofa.
Hiking my dress up, I straddled his lap. He was solid and warm beneath me, and we both let out choked noises as I settled against the erection pushing against the fly of his trousers.
He kissed and sucked along my neck while I reached between us and frantically unbuckled his belt before taking care of the zipper. “I can still wear a condom, Vera. Whatever you want.”
“I want to feel you.”
He hissed as I unzipped his pants and pulled him out of his boxer briefs, so that he was still fully clothed except for his weeping cock.
“Completely,” I added.
“Okay, okay,” he said. For a moment, he slowed down as he leaned back and pushed the skirt of my dress aside so that he could watch as he pulled my simple black panties to the side. With unadulterated wonder and adoration, he looked up at me and dragged a finger through my channel. “You’re so—”
I stole the words right out of his mouth as I covered it with mine, his breath filling me. My hand worked between us to position him at my entrance.
He took the base of his cock, stroking it twice before rubbing the head against my swollen clit.
My head dropped back, and a broken moan cracked my ribs in half.
Seconds slowed to milliseconds as he held my waist with one hand and began carefully guiding me down. “How long have you been this wet?” he asked.
“Since the ceremony,” I confessed. “When you put that ring on my finger.”
He grunted a little as he brought my left hand to his mouth and kissed each one of my fingerprints before sucking my ring finger into his mouth. Once it slid out with a pop, he looked up to me, eyes weighty with lust.
The only thing that could distract me from that heady gaze was the will to watch him disappear into me.
The stretch was a steady, welcome burn. Once I was fully seated, my head dropped down against his shoulder as I held him inside of me.
Thoughts of Eli had occupied every corner of my brain for the last few months, but to have him filling me now brought back so many memories of that night in Vegas. Except this time, it wasn’t the shouting or the slamming doors I remembered. It was the moments before as we panted into each other’s necks and chased that building pleasure.
He thrust up into me and in return, I moved my hips in tight circles. His head rolled back against the sofa, throat working in a swallow as he closed his eyes for a moment, feelings rapidly washing across his features.
I curled one arm around his neck as I raked my fingers through his hair until he opened his eyes to watch me, dark and hungry.
We kept a constant pace as he lifted his head again, his teeth dragging along the tops of my breasts, leaving what were certainly the beginnings of marks. Just some sort of evidence to remember what we had here in this sultry, humid town. Because tomorrow we would leave and all the promises in the world couldn’t guarantee what came next.
Behind the sofa, the doorknob rattled, and for a brief moment we both froze.
I moved to stand up even if my body begged me not to.
But Eli held me in place, fingertips digging into my waist. He shook his head as he began to slowly fuck me again. I made a sad attempt at pushing him away, but I was far too greedy to actually stop and he knew it.
