Elijah stretches me with his cock as my hand reaches between us, and I stroke my swollen clit. He stands still, watching me as my chest starts to heave up and down. My mouth drops open as I gasp. I try to keep my eyes on his gorgeous face, but suddenly a rush of sensations overcomes me. My eyes squeeze tightly shut as I cum with gasping breaths. I lie back on the table, and he grips my thighs, pushing his fingers into my flesh as he pushes even farther into my pussy. I moan as I wrap my legs around his slim hips.
“I don’t want you to hold back,” I whisper. “I want you to lose control. No one matters but us.”
His eyes look pained, as if my request is cruel. I know he’s still holding onto emotions that belong in the past. Elijah watches me as he moves his body in and out. I hold his gaze as if I can heal him and make him believe that nothing will tear us apart. I said yes when he proposed, but we want to wait. We’re marrying only for us.
I grip the edges of the table as my breasts bounce on my chest with each deep thrust. He starts to moan, letting his emotions out. Words mix with breaths as he repeats what I know. Elijah says that he loves me, and it makes fucking so much sweeter as I squeeze him between my legs.
“This is what I want,'' he moans. “I want you.”
I smile, and if I could kiss his cheek, I would. I place my hands on my breasts, holding them in place as he picks up the speed. He fills me with a deep grunt, and then a rush of air enters his lungs as he leans over me.
Elijah tosses the condom out in the bathroom. One day, we won’t need to use them, but graduation is not optional. We promised we’d graduate together.
We shower quickly and dress, anticipating the sound of a car door slamming. Footsteps hurry up the deck. We don’t hurry back out into the kitchen and pretend we didn’t just have sex. Elijah watches my reflection in the mirror as I comb my hair. I like it now when he watches me. And when I turn to smile at him, his blue eyes sparkle with a light I deeply missed.