It had been a long time since I did something just for fun—and just for me. And despite Elliot’s offer, I didn’t think for a second that he would’ve considered taking a dance class by himself. I knew he liked boxing—he’d talked about it with a few of his pack mates while I was in wolf form. And dance and boxing didn’t exactly go hand in hand.
“I would love that. I’ll look it up—and there are a few types of dance that I only know a little about, so it would be a learning experience for both of us.”
“Good.” His lips brushed the top of my head.
“Tell me about your boxing?” I whispered to him.
He chuckled again. “There’s not much to it. I watch it on TV once a month or so, when I have time, and we hung a punching bag in Dax’s garage a few years back. Things have been busy since the pack started finding their mates, so there hasn’t been much time for it.”
“If you love it, you should find a way to do it more,” I murmured.
“Nah, I’d rather spend the time with you and Ev.”
My heart might as well have caught on fire with those words.
After lifting my head a bit so I could reach, I brushed my lips against Elliot’s.
His hand slid up to the back of my head, his fingers slipping into my hair as he tilted my head slightly, angling me so that when his tongue slid into my mouth, he had complete access.
Our mouths continued moving slowly together, and the longer the kiss went on, the further up Elliot’s body I lifted mine, until I was propped up on his chest entirely.
His erection rested against my ass, between my cheeks, and my body was so flooded with desire that the only thing going through my mind, was him.
And how much I wanted him.
Not just in the ways we’d already been together, but fully. Completely. I wanted to know what it felt like for our bodies to be one, for us to bring each other pleasure that way.
To be together.
Equals.
Elliot’s hand was still in my hair, the other resting low on my hip, as I lined him up with my opening.
Our mouths continued to move, our tongues continued to play, as I slowly lowered myself onto him, just slightly.
Elliot’s tongue halted in my mouth. A low groan reverberated from his chest, vibrating mine slightly too.
I lowered myself a bit more, my heartbeat picking up as the feeling of being filled, and stretched, overwhelmed me a bit.
Elliot’s hands remained where they were, his grip only tightening fractionally as I continued to slowly take him inside me, merging our bodies.
When he was finally fully buried inside me, my breathing was already coming out fast, my heart pounding like a jackhammer.
Elliot’s lips continued to move slowly over mine. The combination of the climax and the erotic moment had us both close to the edge already, but neither of us made the effort to move, to propel us closer to the pleasure we could nearly taste.
Our kiss continued, our bodies melded together, only moving when one of us needed relief badly enough to jerk our hips just slightly.
When I could tell I was losing the fight with my body, that Elliot was going to send me over the ledge, I finally started to move.
My hips rolled, my lips leaving Elliot’s as my head tilted backward, my body arching as I embraced the pleasure rolling through me. I was close—so damn close.
Elliot’s hands landed on my ass, and he slid me up and down, so slowly it was almost painful.
I cried out, clutching his biceps with both hands as he moved me faster, rocking me more quickly.
When I finally shattered, my voice died in my throat at the rush of it. Elliot snarled against my lips, his hips jerking as he throbbed inside me.
I collapsed on top of him a moment later, panting as my eyes remained closed and I struggled to recover.
“That was fucking incredible,” Elliot groaned, his chest still rising and falling rapidly.
“It was,” I breathed into his neck.
We sat in a comfortable silence for the next few minutes, and before I realized what had happened, I’d fallen asleep.