I try to pull him down to feel the weight of him on me, but he holds back, studying me as he thrusts in again.
His pace is strong as the pressure starts to build inside me. I’m on the edge, but he’s holding himself back, I know it. Sweat beads on his forehead and he grunts with each thrust. He stops suddenly, dropping his head onto my shoulder, biting into my skin. Catching his breath he starts to move again.
“You. Feel. So. Good,” he rasps, each word an effort to get out. He buries himself inside deeper and slowly rocks. Hitting that spot only my vibrator can reach.
His hand comes around my throat. He doesn’t squeeze, but the power and possession behind the request ricochets through me. Long, loud moans fall from my lips, and I tightly grab the wrist around my throat. He takes the invitation and increases the pressure a fraction. Exactly how I need it.
“I’m going to … oh. Fuck,” I cry out as pleasure explodes in me.
Relief flashes across his face, before he grips me tight and thrusts faster, chasing his own orgasm like he can’t hold back any longer. He gives it three more hard, powerful thrusts as he finds his own release.
His head rests in the crook of my neck, and we both desperately try to catch our breath. My head is spinning as the waves of my orgasm subside. A shiver runs through me and Elton lifts himself up, as if to check on me. A smile spreads across his face, like fascination, and – dare I say – pride.
“That was amazing,” I whisper, my voice finding its way back to me. He brushes the curls out of my face, places a kiss on my lips and rolls to his side.
“You’re amazing, Reilly.”
I stroke his cheek and then cover his eyes, his lashes fluttering against my palm. “Don’t look,” I whisper against his lips. He grins and I slip off the bed and tiptoe to the bathroom.
“We’ve just had mind-blowing sex, Reilly. I’m allowed to see you naked.”
“This is post-sex, Elton. It’s different.” I giggle as I slip into the bathroom to sort myself out, wash my hands and fix my freshly fucked hair. This has turned out to be one hell of an evening.
But what now? He said he would call me a driver if I wanted to go home. I don’t want to but does he expect me to leave? We set no expectations, and something tells me he wants me to stay. But I’ve trusted those instincts before and got burned. I don’t know if I’m ready to jump in head first again. My naivety and desire to fill a hole in my life cost me too much last time. This is meant to be a palate cleanser, a way to scratch an itch while focusing on more important aspects of my life. My love life is meant to be taking a back seat, where it should stay for the foreseeable future.
But, if he asks me to stay, I would. I’d give Elton a chance.
“Right, Reilly, head up high. Confidence and pride,” I peptalk myself in the mirror, quietly.
I stroll out of the bathroom and find him sitting in a pair of grey sweatpants on the bed, texting.Holy mother, that is a hot image.
He looks up and puts his phone on the side, then passes me a bottle of water and a T-shirt.
“For you to wear.” I eye the T-shirt in my hand. “If you want to stay, that is? Your choice, Reilly.”
“Depends. You going to buy me breakfast?” I ask, as I drop the T-shirt to the floor and make my way over to the bed, fully naked. My inner goddess is jumping for joy right now.
He comes up behind me, brushing my hair aside and pressing a kiss to my shoulder.
“I’ve got to head back home pretty early, but I’m taking you out this week.”
“Are you now?” I ask coyly as I slip under the covers, facing away from him.
“Yes.” He comes in next to me, radiating heat. My body is taking over again, and I instinctively jut out my arse, inviting him to me.
“I’m going to need a strong coffee if you’re getting me up early.” I throw a playful pout over my shoulder.
“I’m sure I can come up with the perfect way to wake you up.” He pulls me back and tucks me into him, caressing my neck with his lips. “Fuck it, maybe I’ll get you that coffee now and find a way to keep you up till sunrise.”
He nips at my earlobe, and I shamelessly giggle as he flips me over and on top of him.
This is going to be a very long and worthwhile night.
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A strip of light slips through the bottom of the blind, directly into my eyes. I blink a few times, trying to place myself. I’m not at home. These ridiculously soft sheets definitely aren’t mine. I smile, remembering I am in the comfiest bed in the world in an ultra-lush hotel room with the gorgeous, attentive, charming Elton. I’m giddy and the unmistakeable feeling of butterflies climbs in my stomach. I need to calm down, I can’t let myself go jumping in backwards with my eyes closed. I will allow myself to take a small step in the right direction though.
We went for another round of more earth-shattering orgasms. Yes, plural. Then we stayed awake as he listened tome share every aspect of my life. I couldn’t bring myself to fall asleep. I wanted to spend as much time with him as possible.
