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Elton
Reilly sits curled into one of the grand armchairs, wrapped in a fluffy white dressing gown. The fire is on, and I am mesmerised by her every movement. The way she strokes a loose strip of hair and twirls it around her finger. Her eyes light up with the reflection of the fire.
She’s raided the mini bar and has set us up for a picnic at the table in front of us. Apparently, despite the ten-course dinner we’ve just had, she’s worked up an appetite. She’s been trying to catch nuts in her mouth for the last ten minutes, and with each attempt, she falls further into a fit of giggles. She is so carefree, finding amusement in the smallest moments in life. I sip my glass of red as I lean back against the headboard. We fucked, we fucked hard and passionately. It felt like fire, earth-shattering, undeniable chemistry. I want that every day.
“Move in with me.” The words jumped out of me, but I’ve never been so sure of anything in my life. She stares at me, not a muscle in her face moves. I’ve made her brain glitch. “Reilly, move in with me,” I repeat myself so I know she’s heard me, and she knows I mean it. Still nothing. I see her eyes cloud over. She’s shutting down.
I move myself to the chair next to her, moving her to face me and taking her hands in mine.
“This is perfect, live with me. Be with me.” I pick a stray nut out of her hair, smiling at my little chaos sunshine.
She sighs and closes her eyes. “Elton.” I don’t like that tone.
Reilly stands and starts pacing the room. I say nothing as I let her get her thoughts together. She looks at me, then shakes her head.
“What’s stopping you?” I ask, as she continues to pace the room, wringing her hands. “It’s terrifying to feel this way,” I tell her. “But it also feels right and – deep down – you know that.” I stand and grasp her shoulders, keeping her still.
“What happens when you realise you’ve made a mistake?” she whispers. “You’ve already tried to throw me away once.” Her words fly out of her mouth before she’s had a chance to think about them. I grasp her chin and lift her face towards mine.
“Baby, what happened in the beginning was a horrible mistake. We’ve moved past that. The fact we were able to should show you how serious I am about you.”
“It won’t take much for you to realise I’m beneath you and end this.”
I grab her face between my hands. “Beneath me! Are you crazy? I am beneath you. You are everything right with the world. I am cold and dark. You are light and warm. You bring everything into my life.” I lean in and rest my forehead on hers. “Please, Reilly. Don’t doubt us. We could be everything.” I capture her lips in the softest kiss as I back her towards the bed, releasing her robe. “I can give you all the words in the world to tell you how I feel about you, but you won’t hear them until I show you.”
I brush the silk of the robe down her arms, leaving her bare. The action takes me back to the first night with her. How far we’ve come since then. I knew the feeling I had at the time was real. The anticipation of knowing I had something special. I wouldn’t be here right now if it wasn’t.
I run my hands back up her arms and scoop her face between my palms. I study her for a moment, take in every inch of the delicately soft skin, her sprinkle of freckles and her eyes that shine pure delight.
I kiss her. Her lips are made for me. She unties my robe, letting it fall to the floor.
We stand before each other, two people. Baring both body and soul.
Lifting her leg up and around my hip, I deepen the kiss. I want to climb inside her and never leave. She drives me insane. My fingers drift along her hitched thigh and find her pussy wet and warm, waiting for me. She gasps at the surprise intrusion and moans as I start to stroke along her lips.
I’m hard and thick, and I can’t stop but thrust myself against her. She welcomes the friction, meeting each stroke.
I lift her and wrap both her legs around my waist as I deposit her on the bed, seamlessly lining myself up. I can feel the heat radiate off her. I feel her legs wrap around my thighs. I nearly forgot the condom. Too desperate to be inside her. To feel every inch of her, bare. That’s a conversation we will be having tomorrow.
Once I’m prepared, I bracket her head with my arms, and stare deep into her eyes as I thrust all the way in. She captures my lips in a kiss, and grips my biceps. A slight whimper leaves her mouth into mine.
I kiss her neck, smelling her natural lustful scent, driving me wild. Fucking coconut. I hold myself still, to relish the moment. Relish being inside her. Being with her, surrounded by her.
“More, Elton. I need more,” she begs, breathlessly.
I begin to thrust into her, each stroke long and firm. She meets each one for me. She wants to participate, make sure she’s putting in as much effort as me. But this is about her. Istill her hips with my right hand, as my left holds her steady at the nape of her neck.
I push into her more, she lifts her leg around my hip opening herself wider.
I hold her eyes as I thrust inside her. Keeping a steady yet firm rhythm she loves.
My heart is bursting, I feel it in every inch of my body. “Are you there, Reilly?” I’m ready to come, but I need her to find it with me.
She nods, words having no effect on her at the moment. She pulls me closer, and I take the opportunity to nip at her collarbone. The grip on the back of her neck tightens as I feel her orgasm rising. Nails grip into my forearms, and I pull my face away from her neck so I can see her eyes go as she comes. She gives me a deep throaty moan as her body tenses and she arches her back. She closes her eyes.
“Eyes on me, Reilly.”
