Moving together like this, with him, in our own little bubble, has me wishing that we could do this forever. Maybe we could. It’s what I want.
No one has ever fucked me the way he is right now, controlling my body as he undulates his hips in a hypnotic rhythm, fucking me at the pace he already knows I like while kissing me at the same torturous speed, and teasing my orgasm to make an appearance.
“Fuck me faster, Elijah.” I need to come.
He widens his knees to give him more power, and our kiss breaks as he slams into me much harder this time, fucking me up the bed with rough hip thrusts. If I didn’t know any better, it’s like he’s been waiting for me to tell him to pick up the pace.
He whispers in my ear, “Come all over my cock, baby.”
I drag my nails down his back, making him groan, so I do it again, only harder this time, enough to leave scratches, the devil inside of me secretly hoping I do.
He grunts, his thrusts becoming frantic, then he raises my hands above my head and clasps my wrists, keeping them in place against the mattress as he fucks me roughly, my tits bouncing up and down.
“Oh fuck, yeah,” I cry out, losing all sense of myself.
Eli drives his cock into me deeper, making all the corded muscles of his body tighten, and when I clench my inner walls around him again he shouts out, “Fucking, holy shit, fuck. You need to come.” He roars as if in pain, his cock thickening inside of me. “Come all over my cock, baby, squeeze my cock with your tight cunt and come for me. Now.” He makes his demand, and his dirty words push me over the edge and beyond.
“I’m coming.” My orgasm surges through my body, and I cry out as it crashes over me in ferocious waves.
He punches his hips into mine, his heavy balls slapping off my ass as he moves in sinful ways. “Good girl. Such a good fucking girl.”
My body ignites with fire, humming with heat as I shudder and my orgasm takes over my body, my pussy clenching his cock.
When he slides his tongue into my mouth, a deep guttural groan rumbles from him, his chest vibrating against mine as he releases inside me, filling me up completely. His hips jolt, his cock pulsing, body twitching as he jerks out the last of his hot seed, every muscle taut as he rides out his release, leaving us both trembling and gasping in the aftershocks and warmth of the afterglow.
We cling to each other, slick with heat, as if we’re two halves of the same flame. Every movement he makes sends shivers radiating through me, tiny tremors that echo between us. We fit together so naturally, like we were shaped for this closeness, and each subtle shift ignites sparks that leave me breathless.
“You feel so fucking good, baby,” Eli whispers against my lips, relaxing his grip on my wrists and releasing them.
He nuzzles into my neck, kissing my sensitive skin there, his scruff bristling against it, and I’m sure he’ll leave a rash, before moving to the curve of my shoulder.
A groan of pleasure vibrates in his throat when I run my nails down the taut muscles of his back, and he hums as I press them in a little deeper. Now I know he likes that, I want to do it all the time.
“That feels so good,” he pants, still trying to catch his breath.
Our chests heave together as he gently leans out of our tight embrace, gazing deeply into my eyes as if he’s branding this memory into his mind. It’s already embedded into mine.
We’re intertwined, and I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve met him for a reason. Like he’s my person, and something greater than both of us, brought us together.
The reason: it led me to him.
Eli gently brushes my temple with his thumb and drops a tender kiss on my lips. It’s a stark contrast to how he just pummeled me into the mattress.
“Your pussy was made for my cock, baby.”
“You’re such a romantic,” I exhale blissfully.
“I have a way with words, what can I say?”
I smile, and my lips skim against his. “I hope you don’t use those words in court. I love it when you tell me you think I’m beautiful, though. Those always work for me. My panties will just fall right off if you keep telling me that.”
He releases a hearty laugh. “Is that so?”
“Yeah.”
“I do think you’re beautiful.” Eli tucks a lock of my hair behind my ear tenderly, which has me leaning into his touch. “And I love your hair. I’m obsessed with it. Your laugh too, I love it when you laugh.”
Eli has a version of himself that I’ve found he saves for only a chosen few, me being one of them, and it makes me feel special.