“I want you,” she said, arching up so she could capture his mouth. “Inside me,” she whispered. He rocked against her again and she moaned. “Please. Now.”
“Hmm, so impatient.” He nipped at her neck. “I want you naked first.” He sucked her earlobe into his mouth. “I want to see every inch of you trembling for me,” he breathed into her ear.
She quivered, turning her neck to give him better access. “You’re a little overdressed yourself,” she said, hungry for the sight of him.
“Very true.”
He knelt in front of her and dragged his shirt over his head. Her mouth went dry as she stared at all his muscled goodness. She sat up onto her knees so she could stroke the hard lines of his stomach. He popped the button on his shorts. In moments, those were gone, too, and she was left with no question whatsoever about how happy he was.
“Your turn,” he said.
She grabbed the hem of her dress and pulled it over her head, leaving her kneeling in front of him. In nothing at all.
His eyes widened as he took her in, and she was glad she hadn’t chickened out on going commando. The look on his face was worth every draft that had blown up her skirt.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, his voice deep and raspy.
He leaned over her, pressing her back until she was flat beneath him. He lay to the side of her, his hands playing with her breasts while he kissed her. She pressed into him, trying to get as much flesh into his hand as possible. God, it had been so long since she’d been touched like this. She’d forgotten how amazing it felt.
He stopped long enough to take a sip from a glass of half-melted ice water on his nightstand. Before she could say anything, he was back, a wicked gleam in his eyes. He leaned over and sucked at her breast. She gasped at the sensation of the ice cube swirling around her nipple. The alternating sensation of the ice and the heat from his mouth had her clawing at the sheets beneath her, panting for more.
His mouth left her breast and trailed down her body. He stopped to get another cube from the glass and then settled himself near her thighs. His hands slid up her legs, pushing them farther apart. He trailed the ice around her folds, gripping her hips to keep them still when she squirmed beneath him. The ice circled her clitoris, once, twice, before he pushed it inside her. Her heated core melted it almost instantly, leaving her tingling and desperate for his touch. The heat of his tongue replaced the cold sensation of the ice, and her hips left the bed, aching to take more of him.
He licked her in long, sure strokes, holding her hips against him so she couldn’t escape, tormenting her with every touch of his mouth.
Two could play at that game.
He was lying on his side, his head toward her feet while he feasted on her. Only fair that she do the same to him, since he’d left himself within reaching distance. All she had to do was lean forward.
He tensed and then groaned as she took him in her hand and guided him into her mouth. She sucked him in, wrapping her lips around him and taking him as deep as she could before dragging her mouth back over him, her tongue swirling around his sensitive head.
His breath hissed through his teeth, and he renewed his onslaught of her. She pressed closer to him and sucked him down harder, faster, until he thrust into her mouth with a moan.
“Fuck!”
He sat up, hauling her back beneath him and kissing her until she whimpered. The taste of her on his lips made her quiver beneath him while he drove her insane.
“Oh, God! Please,” she begged.
He ran his hand down her side, following the line of her hip to the spot where she most wanted him. He slipped a finger inside her, rubbing against that bundle of nerves. She cried out and lifted her hips, trying to bring him deeper. He slid another finger inside.
“God, you’re so wet.”
He kissed her, his tongue and fingers stroking her in tandem until that warm pressure built to a raging storm deep inside her. His mouth left hers and moved back to her breast, sucking her nipple between his lips while his fingers increased their tempo. She bucked under him, no longer thinking of anything but that delicious ache that was almost more than she could stand.
His teeth lightly grazed the sensitive bud in his mouth and she shattered. She grasped his hand, keeping his fingers deep inside her while wave after wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
He rolled over and got a condom out of the box in the nightstand, then slipped it on while she lay back and watched. Her body still convulsed in little aftershocks, her pulse pounding in her ears.
He leaned over her, kissing his way back up her body. “I want to feel you around me when you come next time,” he said.
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting her hips to try and bring him closer.
The tip of him rubbed at her entrance and she gasped, the sensation almost overwhelming with her body still trembling from the first orgasm.
He sank inside her, one slow inch at a time, and she grabbed at his back, trying to keep her nails from digging into his skin.
“Oh, God!” she said.
He eased back, retreating until he was almost all the way out, then with one thrust, filled her completely. She rose to meet him, wrapping her legs around his hips. He dragged himself out and back in again, over and over, rubbing that sweet spot that made her quake beneath him with every thrust. The pressure began to build again, deep within her. She couldn’t remember if she’d ever orgasmed twice in the same night, let alone mere minutes after the first one. Her body was still on fire from the last go around, making every stroke that much more intense.
“God, Lena,” Elliot gasped above her, his rhythm beginning to falter.
She rocked against him, meeting every thrust of his hips. One more stroke and she tensed, her muscles spasming around him from within.
He shouted his own release, plunging into her as deep as he could, once more, before the tension relaxed from his body. He rolled to the side so he wouldn’t crush her, but kept her in his arms.
He pulled her against him and placed a tender kiss on her lips. “That was…”
“Amazing. Oh my God, I think my heart is going to explode.” She laughed, dragging in huge lungfuls of air. She laid her head on his chest, loving the sound of his heart beating furiously beneath her.
He wrapped a hand around the back of her head and pulled her in for a kiss. “We are going to have to do that again.”
She wiggled against him, more than happy to oblige. “Yes, please.”
Elliot laughed. “Just give me a few minutes to recover.”
“Hmm, if you must,” she said, kissing his chest.
“I must.”
She sighed. “All right. I’ll be patient.”
She tried, anyway. Turned out, she wasn’t so patient. But that was okay. He recovered pretty quickly, too.
Lena looked down at Elliot, resisting the urge to give him a kiss before she slipped away. She didn’t want to wake him. But lying there, his body bare to the sunlight streaming in through the windows, made her want to run her hands all over him. Again. She shivered just remembering everything they’d done together. She tightened low in her body, and she wanted nothing more than to wake him up and do them all over again.
She needed to go get Tyler, though. He was an early riser, and she was sure he’d be looking for her. That realization was like a bucket of ice water being tossed in her face, washing all her fantasies away. The previous night had been incredible. Like nothing she’d ever experienced before or would probably experience again. Everything about it had been carved straight from her wildest fantasies. But that was all it could ever be. A fantasy.
Elliot came from a different world than her. Sure, Cher and Oz made it work somehow, but they were in the same headspace. Their backgrounds might have been different, but fundamentally, they wanted the same things out of life. The same could not be said by any stretch of the imagination about her and Elliot. He was sweet and kind and, oh God, the sex was mind-blowing. But she had a child to think about. And Elliot didn’t need to think about anything in his day-to-day life but himself. He didn’t have to be mature and responsible. He could be as carefree as he wanted. It wasn’t fair of her to expect him to change that because of one night.