Sweet Soul (Sweet Home 4)

Embarrassment gripped me, until Elsie pressed her hand on my chest, my heart beating fast.

“Me neither.”

Lifting my eyes, I stared at her pretty face, which watched me so intently, and rasped, “You’re so beautiful.”

Elsie’s cheek reddened, and before she could do anything else, I kissed her soft lips and shed my shirt. Skimming my hands over her soft skin, I lowered us to the bed, Elsie laying her back to the comforter. Lost in the kiss, I moved over her body, covering her with my own. Elsie moaned into my mouth as her hands ran down my back. The feeling shot straight to my dick, sending shivers over my flushed skin.

I groaned into her mouth. Breaking from the kiss, I moved down her throat to her chest. I stopped at her breasts. Elsie froze beneath me, and I looked up into her eyes.

She nodded her head, agreeing for me to touch her. Swallowing my nerves, I ran my hand over the top of her bra, her back arching and her soft moans filling the room. Spurred on by her encouraging sounds, I pulled down the straps of her bra, pulling them lower with shaking hands until her breasts were freed.

Breath hitching at the sight, I moved my timid fingers over the full flesh, then over the tight pink nipple that was hardening under my touch. Elsie cried out as the pad of my finger teased the hard bud. I froze at the sound and asked, “Are you okay?”

I could hear the nerves in my voice, and as Elsie inhaled through her nose, she nodded her head. I understood that I hadn’t hurt her or caused her pain, but she’d liked it.

“Levi,” she moaned breathlessly, and ran her hand through my hair. My eyes rolled back at her touch. But then her hand was pushing my head down, pushing my head down to her nipple. Groaning, I needed to taste her. Palming her full breast in my hand, I flicked out my tongue and tentatively licked over the hot skin. Elsie’s hand tightened in my hair, lighting a fire inside me. Pulling back my tongue, I then took Elsie in my mouth, a high-pitched gasp pouring from her lips.

“Levi,” she cried, “please.”

Spurred on by her plea, I released her breast and moved back to her mouth, her eyes leaden and lashes low. Elsie’s hands fell from my hair and unclasped her bra, discarding the material to the floor.

Her breathing was labored as our eyes met, and I lowered my mouth, pushing my tongue inside to slide next to hers. Elsie pulled me closer, so close that our naked chests met, pulling a groan from us both.

Cradling my arms over Elsie’s head, I took her mouth, both of us growing bolder by the minute. With every touch our shyness and apprehension ebbed away, until it was just us. Just us and no insecurities, nothing holding us back.

Elsie’s hips raised, her thigh pressing against me. I snapped back my head and gritted my teeth. Opening my eyes, Elsie’s attention was fixed on me. Her pale skin was flushed and damp, her blond hair spread on the pillow like a halo.

“Levi, please,” she begged again. Swallowing my nerves, I sat up, shifting down the bed until I was facing Elsie’s jeans. Unable to resist, I ran my hand over her flat stomach, nothing on her top half but the cuff bracelets she always wore around her wrists and the gold necklace that lay on her chest.

Dropping my hand to the top of her jeans, Elsie stilled when my fingers gently snapped open the button, moving on to slide down her zipper. My heart was pounding with what was happening between us. But I couldn’t stop. I wanted this girl too much. I wanted to touch her. I wanted to make her mine in every way possible.

Taking hold of the waistband, I slipped down Elsie’s jeans, her pink lace panties coming down with it. Removing the jeans from her legs, I stilled as I looked at my beautiful girl spread out naked on the bed, her damp skin glistening under the neon glow of the mason jar. She swallowed as she watched me watching her, then she held out her arms, and I couldn’t hold back. I moved to go toward her when, suddenly, she sat up. I stilled as her hands landed on my chest, then gently lowered to the waistband of my pants.

“Elsie,’ I rasped and my forehead dropped to hers. I placed my hands on the back of her head and just tried to breathe as her fingers popped the top button and pulled down the zipper.

“Elsie,” I moaned. Suddenly she froze.

“Am I doing it right?” she asked, the nerves clear in her voice. I noticed that her slightly different tone had thickened when her nerves kicked in, her words harder to make out. It then occurred to me that she must try to keep her voice from sounding different. My heart shattered when I realized that every word she said, she must have thought about first, to try to disguise what set her apart from others.

“Levi,” she pushed, reminding me of her question. I couldn’t help but crush my mouth to hers. Elsie’s hands slackened on my pants, and I pulled back to reassure her, “It’s perfect, Elsie, nothing you do can be wrong.”

Elsie dropped her gaze and pushed my pants down, my hardness springing free. My head snapped back as her hand skimmed over my dick. Elsie’s eyes widened and she reddened in apprehension. Wanting to taste her, about to combust if I didn’t have more, I lowered us back down to lie on the bed, finally kicking off my pants to leaving us both naked.

Elsie lay on her back as I kissed her. My hand ran over her neck, and down over her chest, my nerves building the closer I got to her thighs. I stopped my hand on her stomach, taking a deep breath, questioning what the hell to do next, when Elsie lifted her head to kiss my cheek, and she said, “I want you to touch me, Levi.” She smiled timidly, then said, “I need you to.”

“I might do something wrong.”

Elsie’s hand drifted down my cheek, forcing me to look at her. “You couldn’t,” she said, echoing my words.

I leaned into her hand. “I want it to be good. I don’t wanna mess it up.”

“You couldn’t.”

“Why?”

“Because it’s you. And it’s me. Nothing means more to me in the world than this. Than us.”

“Elsie,” I groaned.

“Take me,” she instructed, “let’s… let’s forget about the nerves tonight. Let’s just let it all go.”

Exhaling a slow and steady breath, I glanced down to focus on my hand, watching as I slipped it down between her legs, dipping down into her core. Elsie cried out a breathless cry as my fingers slipped along her folds. And I fell. I completely fell off the cliff I’d been hanging off for years, at last feeling the hole in my heart beginning to heal.

She was so wet and warm as my fingers ran back and forth. Elsie’s moans grew louder and louder the more my fingers explored, her body jerking more when I brushed over her clit. “Levi,” she hushed out. Her hips lifted as my finger moved lower, searching for me to move back up.

Unable to take how beautiful she looked, I leaned down, kissing along the bottom of her neck, my fingers slowly circling her clit. Elsie’s legs fell open as I moved my mouth to her breasts. I took her hard nipple in my mouth, her hand locking my head in place as I licked around the raised skin.

My fingers moved faster, and with every circle, Elsie’s breathing grew louder. Keeping my thumb on her clit, I moved my fingers down, slipping one into her entrance. I groaned at how she tightened around my finger, her hands beginning to pull at my hair.

I lifted from her breast, only to see Elsie’s blue eyes open, glazed with how I was making her feel. “Elsie,” I rasped. “Is this okay?”