SLAP.
“Harder.”
SLAP.
“Yes.”
SLAP.
ELI! I screamed in my mind as I came. I couldn’t even manage to stay on all fours any more, the front of me collapsing onto the pillows, my ass in the air, too sore to come down.
“The first of the many orgasms you will have tonight.” He kissed it, rubbing circles on it before his tongue traveled between my thighs. I could barely breathe as he licked and sucked on me, my mind going hazy. Whatever fatigue I had felt before vanished when he held on to my thighs. Sitting up onto him I gripped his head below, rubbing myself against his mouth.
He didn’t slow down, determined to make me lose my mind, and I could see myself in the mirror on the wall, not hiding anything from view. I saw the way my breasts bounced as I arched back and rode on his tongue. The longer I looked, the wider the grin became on my face, and when I looked down at him his eyes were closed, his grip tight on my thighs. I loved the fact that he enjoyed it this much, wanting more of me…everything of me.
Gripping my own nipple, I couldn’t stop myself, and I wanted to scream his name to anyone who could hear me.
“Two,” he grinned, wiping the corner of his mouth when I all but collapsed onto the bed next to him.
“Eli…” I wasn’t even sure where I was going with that. My mind was nothing but silly putty at that point.
On top of me, he kissed my lips lightly and moved, laying soft kisses on my neck. I held on to him, almost hugging him as he let me breathe, kissing my chest.
“Eli,” I called again, stronger, and he stopped, looking up to me. The only thing on my mind as his blue-green eyes stared back at me was, I’m in love with you, Eli. I wished more than anything I could say it to him, but saying, “Make love to me,” was the best I could do.
He brushed my hair back from my face and, kissing my forehead, smiled down at me. “As you wish.” He shifted between my legs and slowly slid into me, his hands reaching up to take mine. His head, his lips, his eyes all hovered above mine, and he thrust into me.
It was like neither of us would ever be able to look away.
“You are beautiful,” he said to me.
I tried to speak, but he kissed me softly.
“You…” he moaned out, and I held him, trying to rock into each slow and powerful thrust forward. “You, Guinevere Aurora Poe, are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Let me say it. You should hear it.”
I couldn’t have spoken even if I’d wanted to. Instead, I wrapped my legs and arms around him, and he hugged me in return, his forehead on top of my mine, no gaps between either of our bodies, and we both found release.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Tick, Tick, BOOM
Guinevere
“Home sweet home,” I said to Taigi, opening the apartment door for us. Taigi was not as excited as me. He just walking over to his bed and curled up into a ball. “Well then.”
“He could just be tired,” Eli said, putting the bags down at the door before walking into my kitchen. “Your fridge is empty. Guinevere.”
“But I have a cellphone and a list of great takeout places.”
“After having your mother's cooking for the weekend, takeout just feels like a disappointment,” he replied, grabbing water for himself. “Did you call her to let her know we got back?”
“Shoot,” I said, pulling out my phone.
He shook his head, walking over to my window and resting against the wall with a pillow at his back.
“When do you get to go back to work?” I asked him as I dialed.
“I can go back Friday.” He pulled out his phone.