“I’m going to come in your tight wet pussy.”
He pulls me up and carries me to the bed. With a few rough jerks of his arms and hands, he strips himself. He is so magnificent, all chiseled angles and lines, without an ounce of fat on his gorgeous body, that he looks more like a sculpture than human. His cock glistens with my saliva and pulses greedily.
“Spread your legs,” he orders, sheathing himself with a condom.
I obey shamelessly, not caring that he can see how wet I am. I want him to know how much I want him.
He presses down on me, his body fitting mine perfectly. His mouth fuses with mine in a desperate, hot kiss that makes my toes curl. The crisp hair on his chest rubs against my nipples, and I whimper at the exquisite sensation.
“Beautiful,” he whispers. His fingers dip between my legs and pull out the vibrator, and he positions the head of his penis at my opening. “You’re mine. Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
He plunges into me in a single, smooth stroke.
“Ah!” I gasp, so full with him. He is enormous inside me, and my sensitive muscles tingle and adjust to him, wanting more.
He pulls out slowly, dragging his cock against the swollen inner tissu
e. His gaze locks with mine, and I know what he wants.
“I’m yours,” I say it again breathlessly. “Yours, yours, yours.”
“Yes.” He drives into me, each thrust deeper and more powerful than the one before. Without breaking the rhythm, he puts my legs over his shoulders, opening me wide and vulnerable to him.
I love it. I love how we are so closely connected in this moment. I love the pleasure twisting his handsome face, knowing I’m the one giving it to him.
And more importantly I love him. I love his gentleness, his protectiveness, the way he thinks about others. The emotions swell inside me, and I can’t stop the flow of words. “I love you, Elliot.”
His face grows taut, his gaze laser sharp and intense as he looks down at me. His fingers link with mine. I tighten my hold on him.
The subtle change in the angle hits the sweet spot inside me, and the sensation is so intense I feel like I’m about to faint.
He shifts just a tad bit, and his pubic bone grinds against my clit. I scream his name as white hot bliss burns through me. He lets out a wordless cry, then drives into me one final, rending time.
Chapter Nineteen
Annabelle
For the next five days, we just enjoy ourselves. Marco does a great job of arranging for snorkeling and all sorts of other requested activities. Elliot is incredibly attentive and sweet the entire time, and I can’t ask for anything more except…
Elliot does not talk about the “I love you” and I don’t make a big deal about it either. I didn’t say it hoping that he’d say it back.
Still, I’d be lying if I claimed it didn’t create a sharp pang in my heart. Every night, he pleasures me until I can’t stand it anymore, each wave of orgasm shattering me more and more until I can’t help but cry out my love for him. If he’d been a less attentive lover before, I’d think he was doing it on purpose, but he’s always been very thorough, so…
“I can’t believe we’re going to be leaving soon,” I murmur over late breakfast in our suite on our sixth day. I’m sore but languid from our morning bout.
“Tomorrow,” Elliot agrees, applying a healthy amount of jam on his toast.
My phone buzzes. It’s Nonny again.
“Your sister?” Elliot says.
“Uh-huh. She’s just remembered another thing about the dinner.” She’s been texting me nonstop ever since she and Elizabeth visited Ryder’s mansion, telling me every little detail of the night.
“You don’t look happy.”
“I’m just worried. She puts way too much stock in this. Apparently she’s now one of the most popular girls in school.”