Forgetting You

“Christ,” he hissed as his hips began to jerk gently back and forth. “Noah. Stop. Mercy.”

I took him as far into my mouth as I could, and I sucked hard as I pulled back and released him with a pop.

“So fuckin’ sinful,” he growled. “You’re perfect.”

I smiled as I carefully pinched the tip of the condom and slowly rolled it down the length of him. I wanted to tease him a little more, not torture him, but I thoroughly enjoyed hearing the sounds that escaped his throat and the faces he made when my lips were wrapped around him. It was thrilling, maybe even a little addictive. But I didn’t have the chance to place my mouth on him again, because before I could blink I was on my back, thighs spread wide once more, but this time Elliot’s body was nestled securely between them.

“Christ,” he hissed as he pressed the head of his cock against me and rubbed it through my wet folds. “I can’t wait, Noah. I can’t.”

The gentle brush of him against my clit had my heart hammering in my chest.

“I can’t either,” I assured him. “Love me.”

“I do,” he said, lowering his mouth to mine. “I love you, Noah.”

In moments, I was lost in his kiss, then I felt himself nudge my opening and finally he eased inside of me. I resisted the urge to allow my body to tense, and I focused instead on Elliot’s mouth. When I felt so full I thought I might burst, there was a moment of slight discomfort. I barely noticed it.

“I’m in,” he said, his forehead beaded with sweat. “Christ, you’re so tight, and wet, and hot. Ye’ve no idea how much restraint I’m usin’ not to move. This is so much better than everythin’ I ever imagined.”

I smiled up at him, the thick fog of love-making descending upon me slowly but surely.

“We fit together perfectly,” I whispered. “We’re made for each other.”

“Yes,” Elliot hissed. “Am I hurtin’ ye? Be honest.”

“For a split second I felt a tiny bit of an ache, but it’s nothing, I just feel you. Move, take me to Heaven with you.”

With a groan Elliot moved his hips back and then forward, gently easing inside of me again. There was no discomfort, just the sensation of being filled to my core. I wrapped my legs around his hips and attached my lips to his neck. He pressed his forehead against my shoulder and slightly bit down on my skin as he pumped in and out, pivoting his hips with each movement until he found an angle that made me cry out with each thrust.

I could barely breathe as we figured out how to love one another’s bodies for the first time.

Coherent thought faded out of existence as Elliot replaced slow, gentle movements with hard, fast, skin-slapping thrusts. My senses heightened, and every slight touch of Elliot’s lips, teeth – the gentle breeze of his hot breath blowing on my tender flesh – caused me mind-numbing pleasure. I slid my hands up his muscular back, into his hair, and held him to me as I rolled my hips against his. A moan so low and raw crawled up my throat that I felt it all the way down to my toes.

“Elliot,” I panted. “Oh God, harder. Faster. I can al-almost—”

The erotic sway of his hips forced me to the edge of sanity. Elliot gasped, the rhythm of his movements faltering for a moment before his fingers bit into my flesh as his hold on me tightened. In his warm embrace, I looked up and found him staring down at me, his breathing jagged and irregular. His heated gaze stole my breath and his thrusts became harder, faster, wilder.

My eyes rolled back.

He hissed my name, his lips brushing against my mouth. “Look at me, sasanach.”

The moment I locked eyes with him, and saw the intensity of the love and hunger shining in the depths of his big ocean blues, I shattered. A harsh cry climbed up my throat as an unexpected climax hit me. Toe-curling pleasure licked my nerve endings until my muscles were lax and sated. Elliot pressed his lips against mine as his body stiffened, his movements jerking. His moan mixed with my own as he stilled above me.

I wasn’t sure how long we stayed in that position, but when I opened my eyes, I realised Elliot’s face was now buried in my neck and my body was shaking in the aftermath of what we’d just shared. My heart was pounding, and the weight, and heat, of Elliot on top of me was solid and comforting.

I never wanted the moment to end.

“Oh. My. Sweet. Baby. Jesus.”

Elliot’s muffled, tired laughter reached my ears and made me laugh too.

“Noah.” He lifted his head. “You’re mine.”

“Always,” I answered. “You’re mine too.”