His hand slides into my hair as he cups the back of my head and tilts it so he can deepen the kiss, my body is on fire and he’s doing nothing to extinguish it. If anything, he’s merely fuelling the flame.
My hands press against his chest, as my fingertips dig in and I won’t be surprised if he has crescents where my nails have been. His hands move down to my hips until he’s holding both firmly in his grip. I gasp and he takes that mome
nt to dip his tongue into my mouth and tangle his with my own.
My hands work up to his shoulders and my legs wrap around his waist of their own volition, my hips jerk as he squeezes my arse and I can’t contain the deep moan that works its way through me.
He breaks away and rests his head against mine as our ragged breathing mixes together and all I want is to have his mouth back on mine.
“What are we doing Hen? This doesn’t feel like we’re taking things slow,” he says but he can’t keep the heat from his eyes and it’s scorching me.
“I know, why are you ruining it?” I grumble and I want to laugh at the way I sound, how is he keeping such a straight face?
“Henleigh, I don’t want you to look back on this and be filled with regret. You wanted to take it slow and I’m happy to do that, whatever it takes,” he says as his thumb catches on my bottom lip and pulls it down before it bounces back to its original position.
“Elijah, I won’t look back on this moment with regret. Unless I don’t do the one thing I really want and that’s being with you. Just be here with me, please,” I say as I pull his bottom lip into my mouth and gently bite down.
That’s all it takes for him to squeeze me tighter and stumble up the stairs, with me still in his arms. I slide back down his body as we move away from the top of the stairs and we’re tugging at each other’s clothes. Fabric is ripping as I tear his shirt from him and my cami is soon lying on the floor as nothing more than strips of material.
We stumble into the door, my back slamming into the door knob and it barely even registers. I put my hand behind me and open the door as his hands cradle my face and make sure our lips don’t stop connecting. I can’t get enough of the taste of him as I move backwards until the backs of my legs hit his bed and I fall backwards.
He’s standing there staring at me, as I lie here in my leggings and bra. His hands circle my ankles as he pushes his hands up my legs, moving slowly and drawing out the torment. His fingers soon dip into the hem of my leggings though, and it can’t come soon enough as he pulls my leggings and underwear down in one fell swoop.
“You are incredible,” he says as his eyes slowly peruse my body and soon his fingers are following the trail until they reach my centre. Sliding in between my lips and swirling my wetness around.
“Elijah,” it falls out on a moan and my toes begin to curl as he dips two of his fingers inside me. I can barely hold it together as he curves the tips of his fingers and slowly pulls them in and out of me.
“What about you?” I ask breathlessly, feeling guilty that I’m the only one getting anything.
“Hen, watching your face as I bring you close and feeling your walls tighten around me is more than enough. I’m so ready that I fear if you even brush your fingers against me I will just explode and this will be over a lot quicker than I have planned,” his voice is so guttural and there’s no hiding how affected he is by this.
“Can I taste you?” He asks, his voice low and full of feeling and I’m frantically nodding my head.
His fingers pop out of me as he slides my wetness around me once more before rubbing across my clit as his mouth descends as his tongue thrusts inside me, making me cry out. Lights explode behind my eyes as his mouth swaps places with his fingers and he pumps furiously within me. My eyes are rolling and I come undone as a finger slips within my puckered hole and he’s everywhere at once. My clit, core, arse and even a nipple. Damn this is sensation overload and I can barely handle it as my body goes rigid and a tidal wave washes through my system. I can’t even open my eyes until a few minutes have passed and my body calms down enough that I won’t orgasm from a simple touch.
“Stay with me Hen,” he says as he climbs up my body and puts a condom on before centring himself above me.
“I’m not going anywhere,” I say softly as he slowly pushes his way inside and I can’t think of anything else but us being together.
He moves in slowly as my hands slide across his face and into his hair, our mouths join once again and his tongue moves in my mouth in time with his thrusts. Everything is alive within me and the moment we come undone together, our eyes meet and I’ve never felt closer to him than I do right now.
WE LAY TANGLED TOGETHER as his fingers skim across my ribs, making me laugh lightly at the sensation.
“What does this mean for us?” He asks, and although I’d rather wait until morning to have this conversation, I guess it doesn’t matter if we talk about it now.
“I got a tattoo today,” is what slips out and I have no idea why that came out instead of an actual answer to his question.
“Yeah, I saw that,” he says with a laugh and a twinkle in his eye, “what does it mean?” He asks, gently tracing his fingers over the image and a pit forms in my stomach.
I look at the two black infinity symbols that are wrapped around a grey heart with red shading around the outside, like a border. I guess this is a question I’ll have to get used to answering and at least he'll understand it.
“The heart is mine and the four loops in the infinity symbols represent the four guys who own my heart. You, Noah, Harrison and... Amias. I may not be able to forgive him and I can’t see us being together again, but he’ll always own a part of it,” I hate that sadness is now filling my voice as it becomes tear filled and he wastes no time in wrapping his arms around me and kissing my cheek.
“It’s beautiful and I wouldn’t dismiss your chance of being with Amias just yet, you had him added for a reason. Maybe it’s your way of saying that there’s still a chance for you two,” I can’t help but wonder if that’s what he’s hoping for but we don’t need to talk about that right now.
I snuggle back down onto his chest, as he runs his hand through my hair and I throw one of my legs over his hips. It’s settled, I’m staying right here for the rest of the week, the rest of the world be damned.
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