She, however, had other plans. And just like she had when they were kissing, she took what she wanted. Her hips began moving and it snapped something inside of him. Taking over, he held her in place and he pulled back and pushed in, over and over. He retreated out and glided in her, picking up speed, feeling each stroke reverberating through his body like an earthquake. Each movement was like an erotic sledgehammer hitting him square in the gut and he couldn’t get enough. As soon as the impact from one strike was over, he was desperately grasping for another dose.
He could feel the intensity building up in his body and his brain. The fog of arousal had almost overtaken him. He was nearly to the point where he wouldn’t be able to control himself because of pure animal instinct.
Eliza breathed encouraging words as she kissed and licked his shoulders and neck. Telling him how good he felt. How big. How hard. How much she loved him being inside of her. Then he felt a sharp sting at his neck and realized that she’d bitten him. Not hard, but enough to give him a distinct thrill of pleasure at the sharp edge of the contact.
His fingers dug into her firm and luscious ass, giving him more leverage as he pumped into her. It felt amazing. It was the most intense experience of his life. Nothing else came close.
After several more pumps, her head fell back against the wall exposing her neck. He watched the muscles stretching and bunching. He only needed to lean forward a few millimeters to kiss her sweet skin, so he did. She was an irresistible temptation.
“Oh, yes,” she whimpered when his lips made contact with that sensitive skin. He angled one of his arms under her so that his other hand was free to slip the front of her dress down and uncover the skin underneath—which was, as he had predicted, even softer and prettier.
The cups of her corset came with the material of her dress revealing two of the most perfect breasts he’d ever seen. He stared at them for a moment without breaking the pace at which he moved in her. Then he lowered his head to capture first one nipple, then the other in his hot, demanding mouth.
He ran his tongue over the hard nubs and they stiffened under his attention. He felt a rush of arousal coat his shaft as he nipped and licked her tight nipples, alternating between the two. Her body began milking him as she trembled in his arms.
Fuck.Her body’s reactions to him—so immediate and so extreme—were the sexiest thing that he could imagine. And every gasp and every sigh, every tremor and every moan, every scream and every movement of her beautiful body—they all powered him, fired him up and gave him strength and passion to continue on.
Her body was a fascinating landscape that he knew he would never fully understand the mysteries of, no matter how much time he spent exploring it. And, oh God, how much he would love to spend as much time as possible exploring it!
He sucked her nipples completely into his mouth then, not content to just tease them with his tongue and teeth. He wanted to devour them, own them. He liked the way that they were already hard when he uncovered them, and he loved the way that they became even harder as he suckled them and flicked them with the hard edge of his tongue. Now, he wanted to see just how hard he could make them. What were the limits? How far could he push her body? How much pleasure was her body capable of, and could he give that maximum level of ecstasy to her?
He pushed his hand down between their bodies, finding her hard button so that he could work it while he pumped her. He was obsessed with giving her pleasure, with stimulating every single erogenous zone that she had, separately and simultaneously. She was like the most fascinating science experiment—the best kind of example of action and reaction. He did A to her body, and B was the result.
Her hips bucked wildly against him as his finger flicked her clit. Because he was inside her, he felt every twitch and every movement magnified. It was so surreal and felt like a dream he never wanted to wake up from.
His ears buzzed and head swam. He felt a disconnect from reality, as if he were in a sensory deprivation tank. But instead of the distant, dark unfeeling of the deprivation tank, this was a colorful swirl of sensation that wrapped up his mind and took it away. Like a sensory stimulation tank. But what the two experiences had in common was that they brought him out of his head. He existed solely in the physical at that moment. His brain was turned off in favor of his body. His reason was turned off in favor of his instinct. And he couldn’t get enough.
He felt her plump, soft lips brush against his ear and her hot breath hit his neck as she whispered, “I’m gonna come again. Oh, Nate, please. Yes! It’s so good.”
And with that, he felt her muscles constrict around him. He crested the mountain peak at the same moment she did, both of them exploding with ecstasy within seconds of each other. It felt so good that he almost couldn’t even process the extent of the pleasure or the intensity of it.
But, to his surprise, the powerful force of ecstasy ripping through him as he came wasn’t even foremost in his mind. Even at the exact moment that it took hold of him. No, what he enjoyed even more was the feeling of her coming apart in his arms for the second time that night. That was the most powerful and the most pleasurable thing, in his mind.
As their skin cooled and their breathing stilled, he came back to reality. Not crashing back, though. It was more like a gentle drifting back down to earth, with a landing that was cushioned with the reality that he still held her in his arms.
He looked up and glanced around, feeling a little surprised to find them still in the coat closet. He felt ridiculous almost immediately for that thought. After all, did he think that they’d been transported out? It was ludicrous. But, yeah, he realized. A little bit of him was surprised that the most magical, ethereal and moving experience of his life had taken place in a coat closet.
Now that he was back to reality, the severity of what he’d just done came crashing down around him. He knew they needed to talk. He had to tell her what had happened the night of her eighteenth birthday. Setting her down gently, he removed his condom and wrapped it in his handkerchief and stuffed it in his pocket as he pulled his boxers back up and zipped and buttoned his pants.
When he looked up he saw her still leaning against the wall. Her head back and her eyes closed. He didn’t want to break the magic that was around them, but knowing that he had no other choice, he ran his hand down her hair as he softly said, “Ellie.”
“Shhh.” Her eyes flew open and her entire body stiffened. “Listen.”
He stilled, calming his mind and his heartbeat and he heard the doorknob turning.
Her eyes widened with horror as she frantically began pulling the straps up her arms.
“Get dressed!” she whisper-yelled. “Hurry!”
He stepped to the door and with one hand wrapped his fingers around the doorknob, holding it in place, while he buttoned his shirt with the other. He heard more voices gathering behind the heavy wood that separated them from the foyer. Their words were mumbled but he could make out suggestions to push, to pull harder and to wiggle it.
“Okay…” She straightened and tugged her dress down before running her fingers through her hair. “How do I look?”
Her skin was flushed. Her lips were swollen. Her eyes were glowing. She looked like a woman who’d just been loved. Like a woman that was loved.
“Beautiful,” he breathed reverently.
“Good,” she nodded, obviously missing the sentiment behind his response, before jerking a coat off of a hanger and thrusting it towards him.