But Elliot, even though he came off as a hard man, was also a soft teddy bear at heart. He was just selective about who he let see the softness.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” He said.
“I was just admiring how incredibly good-looking you are.” As soon as I said it, I felt myself growing hot. I was shocked how uncensored I was around him. Anything I was thinking I had a tendency to blurt in his presence. Elliot stopped what he was doing and stared. I added, “Is everything ok? Did I say something wrong?”
He shook his head but remained silent.
“No.” He finally breathed, walking over to me. “You’re perfect. Everything about you is completely perfect. As much as I want to strip these clothes off again and take advantage of all your sexiness, I do need to grab some firewood. Pause on all this.” With that he walked out, leaving a goofy smile spread across my lips.
When Elliot came back, I’d gone through the barren fridge, scraping together something to eat. I wasn’t sure about Elliot, but the workout he gave me had left me famished. I managed to pull out some bread, ham, cheese and a bottle of wine. I looked at the plain meal and thought how pathetic it was, reminding me of my college days.
I heard the door open and turned to find Elliot, his arms full with logs. I was shocked and impressed that he could haul all that by himself in just one go. It also made me so horny knowing that my man was that strong.
My Man.
I smiled at how quickly and easily we’d slid into this thing between us. I’d never really believed in love at first sight, but with how I was feeling now, I was a believer.
“Do you need help?” I walked over to him, still naked. He turned, and as soon as he saw me, he dropped the last log he was holding. It hit the floor in a loud thud. He moved in lightning quick speed, pulling me into his large, strong arms. He pressed himself against me and I could feel the thickness of his erection coming through the thin fabric. I squealed as he lifted me in his arms and placed me on the couch again. He proceeded to open my legs with his hands. I didn’t resist, spreading my legs for him. He kneeled down on the ground and his eyes leveled with my center.
“God, I love this pussy,” he whispered, as his index finger gently fondled my folds. My head tilted back and my hands clutched the fabric of the couch cushions, the anticipation building through me like a slow-burning volcano, desperate to erupt. He brought his head down to my entrance and inhaled deeply before his tongue darted out, and he gave a slow, deliberate lick. I felt my body shudder with the act. “Mmmm,” he mumbled. “Pure fucking heaven. I could die a happy man as long as I had the taste of your creamy juices on my tongue when it happened.”
He used his fingers, opening my lips in order for him to have better access. His tongue lapped at me in consistent, slow movements. The pressure of his tongue on my clit kept intensifying, building my need to orgasm.
“Elliot,” I said his name, hoping to encourage him to keep going until my release. Then he abruptly stopped. I opened my eyes, staring down at him. His eyes were glassy, mad and hazey. He looked insane with lust. “Why did you stop?”
He didn’t respond, he just put his finger in me, causing me to gasp at the sudden assault. His finger was so huge that just that alone made me feel beyond full. I started to pump my hips, desperate to meet his own movements. Then he added a second finger, stretching me to the brim. When I thought I couldn’t take it anymore, he bit down on my clit, forcing me to come in raging, violent waves. Once I came down, he took his fingers out of me and placed them at my center, where the shockwaves from his touch still lingered. I closed my legs and humped his hand to ride the remaining rush my body was still feeling.
“I love it when you come. I want to see it every day for the rest of my damn life.”
“I love you,” I gasped.
“I love you too, beautiful. But I really need to start that fire.”
Chapter 7
Elliot
“The dinner of champions.” She laughed from her place on the floor, picnic blanket and buffet spread out around her. A small stack of sliced ham and cheese sandwiches, an old bottle of wine, and a bag of Cheetos. “That’s alI I could find.”
I stood from the now roaring fire, crossing the small room to her. A crooked grin spread across my lips before I dragged a cheeto across hers, forcing her to munch on the crunchy snack. I pulled it away, popping the last bite into my mouth before smiling. “Every dinner is my favorite when the company is you.”