He doesn’t give me time to process his words before he’s pressing his finger into my pussy.
Eli groans behind me, his eyes rolling. “So fucking wet for me,” he moans, pushing another digit inside.
My legs tremble as I clutch the sink in an effort to remain standing.
A third finger joins the rest, and Eli curls them inside me. My eyes flutter closed.
The sensation stops.
I open my eyes back up.
“Good girl, I told you to keep them open.”
Then his fingers are back, his thumb circling my clit expertly.
“Watch yourself come, Angel,” Eli commands.
My cheeks flush, my muscles tighten, my back bows. I watch it all as waves of pleasure ripple under my skin, igniting at my core.
My vision blurs as I stare into my reflection.
Eli shoves his jeans off and rips his top over his head. “Now watch us,” he demands, before gripping his cock with one hand and tugging on it as he positions himself behind me.
The first thrust has me crying out. His hips hit my ass as he pulls out and drives back inside me. This isn’t like last night,where he was slow and gentle with me. He’s not holding back this time.
“Do you know how hot it is to see your ass shake every time I bottom out inside you?” Eli asks, staring down at where we’re joined.
He lifts his head as he fucks me so hard I almost lose my grip on the sink. “Those tits,” he says, watching them sway with each thrust. “So fucking sexy to see them jostle as I fuck you.”
His hands bruise my hips. “Look me in the eyes as you come, Angel.”
He’s not even touching my clit and yet, the pleasure builds just the same. I’ve never come from penetration alone. Never thought I could.
But the tingling in my arms and legs, the swirling pressure in my belly—it all builds until I’m screaming and shaking. All the while, our eyes never deviate from each other. Not when my orgasm tears through me so hard I think I might black out. Not when he grunts through his own release. We stay locked on each other as our breaths sharpen, panting in synchrony.
Only when he pulls out of me and cleans me with a warm, damp cloth do I let my eyes drift closed.
Eli lifts me into his arms. I don’t bother protesting; I’ve learned now that he’s more than strong enough to carry me. He brings me to the bed, laying me down before crawling under the duvet beside me.
His arms wrap around me once again, shielding me from the world in a way only he can.
36
Impromptu Therapy Session
Eli's Search History: best places to buy wedding attire at short notice. Money no issue.
Emily
Carina:Don’t forget you need a dress for the wedding. You can’t wear pink. But black or white are perfect.
Carina’smessagemakesmefreeze. I’ve completely forgotten about buying a dress—which of course she knew I would—and now I’m going to have a hard time finding something that fits.
There’s only a week to go, and with everything happening, it slipped my mind.
“I need to go shopping today,” I tell Eli.
He looks up at me, unblinking. “Okay. We’llleave in an hour. What are we buying?”