He answered by moving his hips against hers. Rolling her hips to meet his, she said, “You feel so good inside me.”
“Fuck, Elle. You’re so tight. I don’t know how long I’m going to be able to last.” he groaned. Then he stopped midstroke and said, “Adjust your legs up a little higher.”
The new angle allowed him to go even deeper. Elle cried out at the new sensation, raking her nails down his back. She whimpered with every stroke now. No one had ever been so deep inside her.
Jim gazed at her, his eyes heavy lidded. Seeing the raw desire there brought Elle even closer to the edge. He seemed to know exactly what that gaze was doing to her. He increased his pace as her whimpers turned to moans. Elle arched her back as sensation began to overwhelm her.
“That’s it. Fuck. Come for me,” he gritted out. He changed the angle of his penetration slightly, so he rubbed against her clit with every stroke. Moments later, release barreled through her like a freight train. She felt herself splinter apart around him, crying out his name. A few short strokes later he stiffened with a groan, then rolled his hips against her, savoring his own release.
She slid her legs from around his waist. When he rolled off her, he looked around for a moment until she pointed him toward the en suite bathroom to get rid of the condom. She watched him stumble into the bathroom, then heard the sink run a moment later.
When he walked back into the room, he moved to the bed and stretched out next to her. He pulled her so she lay partially against his chest. She smiled when she felt his lips brush the top of her head.
His hand idly rubbed her back and he said, “Wow.”
She blinked drowsily, grinned and then said, “Not how I expected the evening to end.”
“I didn’t really think you were actually going to invite me in,” he said.
“Normally, you’d be right,” she said, pressing a light kiss to his jaw, “but I couldn’t help myself.”
“Glad to hear it,” he said, smiling.
Elle yawned, her body totally relaxed. When she felt him stroke his fingers through her hair she let her eyes flutter closed, enjoying the sensation.
Kissing her forehead, he said, “You look exhausted.”
“Coming multiple times in rapid succession will do that to a girl,” she said, a smile on her lips.
“Should I let you get some sleep?” he asked,
Blinking her eyes open, she frowned, asking, “You don’t want to go, do you?”
“Not at all,” he said, bending his head down to kiss her.
Elle enjoyed the feel of his lips as they lingered against hers. “Oh, good,” she said. A moment later she sat up and said, “I’m going to get a bottle of water. Would you like something to drink?”
Moving over to the bathroom door, she grabbed her robe from the hook and slid it on.
“Please. Water would be good,” he said.
She moved out of the bedroom, checked the lock on the front door, then grabbed two bottled waters. When she returned to the bedroom, only the bedside light was still on and Jim was stretched out under the covers. She dropped the robe onto the hook, then slid into bed next to him and handed him the water. She turned off the light.
He set it on the bedside table next to him and pulled her close. She laid her head on his shoulder and yawned again.
“Sorry I’m so sleepy,” she mumbled.
He yawned in response, and said, “I’m pretty wiped out too.” He tilted her chin up and pressed his lips to hers briefly.
She smiled against his mouth, then laid her head on his shoulder and drifted off to sleep.
Chapter Six
Jim lay in bed, in that place between asleep and awake, when he felt a warm, soft hand drift across his stomach, then dip down to stroke his erection. He opened his eyes now and watched Elle worked her way down his body.
She must have realized he was awake, because she looked up at him and said, “Good morning.”
Grinning, he said, “Great morning, actually.”