He softly caresses the fabric of my dress, and before I can enjoy the ticklish sensation that creates on my body, he rips the dress with one swift move. In the blink of an eye, I'm lying naked under the moonlight with Elijah hovering over me. His fingers tease my pussy, softly rubbing the folds.
“God, you’re the most beautiful sight I’ve ever laid eyes on.”
“Elijah,” I moan, squirming under his torturous touch.
Finally, he takes off his shirt and leans on my body. His warm and strong chest against my own.
“Yes, baby?” he taunts me, rubbing his erection over my pussy.
“I need you,” I whisper and he shakes his head. “Wrong answer.”
“I need your cock inside my pussy. I need you to fuck me,” I say in the most seductive voice I can muster. I know this isn’t what he’s asking, but I love seeing how my words affect him.
He gives me a wolfish grin, and I hear the zipper of his jeans before I feel his bare cock on my flesh. Warm. Hard. Ready.
His fingers play with my nipple as he rubs his cock against my pussy, hitting my clit with the delicious friction at each buck of his ass.
I groan, but smile as I whisper, “I love you.”
“Say that again.”
"God. I love you. Can you please fuck me?" I breathe out harshly, and he laughs, but before I can join him my loud moan suppress his voice with his one swift thrust into me.
“I love you, Eva,” he says against my lips and repeats it with each delicious thrust into me.
We wake up with a phone ring.
The sun blares to my eyes, and I groan in protest, trying to hide my face to his chest. He shuffles around to find his phone, and when he finally does, he answers it with his sleepy voice.
I love his voice when he first wakes up. It’s huskier, deeper, sexier.
“Yes. It’s me,” he says. And his serious tone puts me on alert.
“I… yes. I… I’d love to.”
I frown and try to ask him all the questions in my mind with my expression, but he just answers me with a big smile.
“I’ll be there next week. Thank you.”
The moment he puts the phone down, he starts laughing, and I join him even though I don't know why we're laughing at.
“My book… it’s been accepted by a publishing house.”
“Oh my, god! Congratulations!” I throw myself at him.
"Mmm," he moans, grabbing a handful of my ass as he pulls my body closer.
I've forgotten we were naked. I quickly look around us, and only one tent is left in the camp area, and the tent is closed right now.
I kiss his jaw and neck, again and again.
“I’m so happy for you,” I say.
He turns us over and starts kissing, sucking, biting my breasts.
“Be happy for us. I hope you’re not planning on leaving me,” he murmurs against my skin.
I hug him to my chest, and as he makes love to me under the morning sun, I repeat the same word again and again,