But a real man could ask his dick to give him a few minutes to enjoy the moment. I bent my neck to kiss her breasts, cupping them and taking her nipple into my mouth. It hardened instantly, responding as I circled it with my tongue.
God. I’d never felt this overwhelmed with a woman. I was on fucking cloud nine, and I’d never wished a woman was mine to keep as badly as I did at that moment. I wanted an eternity to explore her. I wanted to know I could pick up where I left off in the morning—that I could run my fingertips along her back and trace the curves of her ass while she smiled sleepily and told me her plans for the day. I wanted to catch her right when she came home from work in the hallway and pin her against the wall for a quick fuck.
Most powerfully, I wanted to know no other man would ever get to have her. I wanted her all for myself. Forever.
I pressed her legs up more, making sure I had room to get as deep in her as I possibly could, then I guided my cock between her legs. We both gasped when I slid past the initial resistance of her walls. This was new for her, and I wanted to watch the experience as much as I could through her eyes.
I was surprised to find her eyes were open and fixed on me. I looked back at her, working myself into her little by little and enjoying the sensation of her walls grudgingly letting me in. I could feel the friction against the head of my cock, and the first minute or so was a game of patience. She never looked away as I worked myself into her until I was finally completely inside.
The feeling of her gripping me was almost too much. I started to work my hips and was nearly overcome by the pure fucking bliss of her wet, hot friction against me. I was mesmerized by the way it felt to look into her eyes, and before long, it overtook my focus on our bodies. I could feel the connection there so clearly it was like I could reach out and take it in my fists. It felt like the real Elizabeth had finally been broken free from the barriers she hid behind and she was right there, staring back at me in plain sight for the first time.
This is what love would feel like.
The thought bubbled up even as she was gasping and straining to watch me as she arched her neck and her eyes were squinted with pleasure. Even as I felt my own orgasm threatening to explode out of me.
I looked into her eyes and felt absolutely certain I now knew what love felt like. How was that possible?
Except I wasn’t exactly in a position to ponder the subtleties and extremes of human emotion. In fact, I was—
Elizabeth cried out and scissored her legs around me. I could feel her pussy flex tight around me, the muscles there pulsing like her body was trying to coax my seed free.
Always the gentleman, I obliged.
My whole body tensed. I let a sort of half groan, half yell out, and fell forward. The orgasm that came was the kind of orgasm that could only come after weeks of deprivation. It felt like my fucking soul was trying to leave my body, and the way Elizabeth’s pussy kept pulsing against me wasn’t helping. I came until my vision went white and all the strength temporarily left my body.
By the time it was over, I was almost surprised to see she was still under me, smiling sleepily up at me with her hair a complete mess. A long chunk of her dark hair had fallen in front of her mouth, so I pushed it aside and tucked it behind her ear.
“Well,” I said. “I read in Cosmo once that a man who can cook is every woman’s kryptonite. I guess it was true.”
She laughed. It was a deep laugh from her belly like I’d never heard, and she smiled with all of her face—squinted eyes and crinkled lines at the corners and all. When she finally composed herself, she reached up and stroked my cheek. “Trust me. It wasn’t the lasagna.”
23
TRAVIS
Relationships were a lot like taming wild horses. The only problem there was my knowledge of horse taming and relationships was pretty much limited to what I’d seen in movies.
But Elizabeth was definitely the wild stallion, and I was the charming cowboy with straw in his teeth, and tight-fitting jeans. I just needed to give Elizabeth a firm slap on the ass, make some horse noises, and—I sighed. I was getting distracted. I needed to be focused tonight. There was a company party at some rich friend of Miss Glass’ “villa”, and naturally, I’d been invited.