But her shoulders were against my chest, her breasts bared, her nipples already hardening.
Any man who could focus with that before him didn't fucking deserve her there in the first place. My hands moved around and up from her hips, sliding over the skin of her stomach, before cupping the full, incredibly soft swells of her breasts. My thumbs grazed her nipples, making a shiver move through her body.
"Hey Eli?"
"Yeah, baby?" I asked, doing another swipe.
"Bossy Eli is hot," she reiterated. "But sweet Eli is pretty hot too."
I leaned over, pressing a kiss into her temple as my fingers took her nipples and rolled them, making her hips buck back into me, settling her ass fully over my already straining cock. With her strange, lightweight linen pants, there might as well not have been any barrier at all. When she shifted slightly to let my cock press against her, I could feel the scorching heat of her pussy through both our thin pants.
On a growl, I rocked my hips upward as she simultaneously worked her hips in a circle.
I swear I could feel the moan she let out in my balls.
But I needed to keep control.
After the somewhat rough first time and the too-rough second, I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to show her that I could do softer and sweeter too.
A woman like her deserved that.
And I was going to fucking give it to her.
My hands drifted down her belly, her skin goose bumping at the contact. "Lift up," I demanded softly as my hands snagged the waistband of her pants and panties. Her hips lifted with a small grumble at losing contact with my cock. I couldn't help but hold back a smile as I pushed the material down. Once it was at her knees, she kicked it off, settling back down on me with only my thin pants as a barrier.
My hand slid between her thighs, stroking up her already wet pussy to work her clit with my thumb.
"Oh, my God," she whimpered, rocking herself against my hand. My forefinger drifted down, sliding between her lips, then sliding inside her hot, wet pussy.
Her arm rose up, slipping behind my neck, holding on as my finger fucked her - slow, soft, unhurried, driving her up as slowly as her insistent grinding would allow.
"Eli, please," she begged as my free hand went to her breast, squeezing gently, then working circles around the bud. "Please," she tried again, reaching out toward the makeshift coffee table - a TV dinner stand - for her purse, fumbling for a condom, pressing it into my hand. She pulled her legs under her before leaning back against me, allowing her to lift up so I could slip the condom on.
"Here," I said, reaching for her hand before I protected us, taking it and pressing it between her thighs. "Touch your pussy for me," I demanded as I worked my cock out. She immediately complied as I stroked my cock before slipping on the condom. "Come on," I said, grabbing her waist, pulling her back and down, positioning her over my straining dick. "Take me in," I demanded softly.
She lowered down, taking me to the hilt on a soft moan.
She had barely taken me before she was rocking against me. Her hand stayed at her clit, so both of mine went to her breasts, squeezing, and teasing over her nipples as my head shifted so I could press my lips into her neck.
Her moans became desperate whimpers as my cock started thrusting upward into her, slow, almost lazy as she kept rocking, kept working her clit.
"Eli..."
"Come for me, Autumn," I demanded, feeling my own growing need for release.
"I..."
"Shh," I urged, reaching down to press my finger into hers, putting more pressure on her clit. "Just let go," I instructed her.
Then she did.
If I lived another fifty years, I was sure there would still never be a better feeling in the world than her pussy squeezing me as she came.
I came on the tail end of her orgasm, her name on my lips as I did.
She collapsed back against me, her hand reaching out for mine, squeezing, as she tried to get her breath back.
"That was it, right?" she asked a long moment later.
"That was what, sweetheart?"
"That was us moving past... everything. You can stop feeling weird about it or whatever. Right?"
I smiled as I pressed a kiss to her neck. If only it were truly that easy.
"Yeah, that was us moving past everything," I told her, even though I wasn't entirely convinced it was a promise I could make.
"Good," she said, giving my hand another squeeze. "Ugh, I don't want to go to work," she admitted, taking a deep breath. "I want to stay right here," she added, then almost immediately stiffened up at her words.