I tighten my legs. I roll my hips, and he might be on top of me but that makes him move inside me, and he exhales hard, squeezing my wrist even harder.
I do it again, and this time in response he plows into me. I swear his cock hits every nerve I’ve got, including some I’ve never found before. My eyes slide shut and I whimper with pleasure.
I’m definitely going to feel weird talking to my neighbors tomorrow.
We do it again, then again, still wrapped in each other, each movement harder and faster than the last, desperate and needy. I’m using his body for pleasure and he’s using mine and nothing in my entire life has ever felt better.
He’s still holding my wrist, my legs still wrapped around his waist, and with every stroke he growls, groans. He drops onto one elbow and whispers Jesus fucking Christ, Violet into my ear over and over as he crashes into me and I invite him in.
I bite his shoulder. I claw his back with my other hand and we fuck harder and harder, the whole world obliterated except for the pure physical movement of our bodies, raw and hard and rough and like nothing I’ve ever even imagined.
I climb sky-high. I’m trying to tear Eli apart just to get more of him, more of him faster and harder and deeper until I can’t stand it any more.
“Don’t stop,” I hear myself say, half whispering, half moaning. “Don’t stop don’t stop don’t —”
He kisses me savagely as he buries himself again and I moan into his mouth.
“As if I would,” he growls. I bite his lip and his fingers dig into my wrist, my thigh. I’m cracking apart at the seams, close to coming unstoppably, uncontrollably. “I said loud, Violet.”
Harder and harder, my comforter digging into my spine with every thrust.
“I fucking meant it,” he whispers.
I grit my teeth together. I’m cracking, unraveling, my whole body tense as a fist, closed around Eli. He’s relentless, taking, giving, holding me tight as I rise to meet him, keeping him.
Suddenly, the fist opens, and I fall. I think I shout. I know I tremble, shaking, the climax like a thunderclap in my body, the sound wave fast and vicious.
Seconds later, Eli falls into me. He buries his face in my neck and shouts, moans, and I wrap my legs around him harder, keeping him buried as we rock together. He jolts inside me and my body responds, aftershocks still rippling through me, the electrical impulses of nerves having their own way.
We slow. He releases my wrist, his hand slides up mine until our fingers interlock and then he closes it, intertwining our hands. I wrap my other arm around his back, holding him close, unfurling my legs from around him.
I kiss him, or maybe he kisses me. It’s lazy and unhurried, thoughtful, slow. He pulls back, runs a thumb over my lip, kisses me again. I trace a finger down his spine, feeling every notch.
Finally, he rolls off, and we both crawl to the head of my bed, flop onto my pillows, exhausted. I close my eyes, his touch still singing through me. I feel like I’m melding with my bed, I’m so tired.
I sense Eli turn toward me, and after a moment, I open my eyes and look over. He’s in the same position I am: on his back, panting for breath, looking as if he might never move again.
“What?” I murmur.
He smiles. It’s teasing, taunting, a promise of something wicked glinting in his eye.
“Not bad,” he says.
I start laughing, and the glint intensifies, the smile going full-on sexy and dangerous.
“Yeah, that was okay, I guess,” I say between giggles. “If you want to try again there’s one condom left.”
Eli looks down at his dick, then up at me.
“Five minutes,” he says, and winks.Chapter Twenty-FourEliI wake up to sunlight in my eyes and the sensation that I’m being dragged up from the depths of the ocean against my will, like some sort of captured giant squid.
I’ve never exactly been a morning person.
I throw one arm over my eyes. When that’s not good enough, I roll over, bury my head beneath a pillow, the sheets twisting around my hips. My elbow bumps something soft and warm.
“Ow,” it says. “That’s my face.”
I crack an eye open to see a barely-awake Violet looking at me, lying on her stomach, my elbow right in front of her nose.
I remember where I am instantly.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say, grinning.
Violet grabs my forearm with both hands and shoves it away, out of her face. I let her.
“You’re on my side,” she mutters.
“You’re on my side,” I counter, just for the hell of it.
“The whole bed is my side,” she says, still shoving. “You’re just a temporary guest.”
“This is how you treat guests?” I tease, still not moving. “How about a little southern hospitality?”