Exhales hitting my dampened skin, he gazes down at me as he pulls out slowly, and I wince. “Sore?” He flashes me a wicked grin. “Want me to lick it better?”
“Still so dirty,” I murmur, stroking his shoulders with my palms.
“You tainted me,” he says, tracing his finger around my nipple, “stole my innocence.”
“Well, wherever your sexual imagination came from, it wasn’t me.”
“Inspired by you,” he smiles as his eyes trail down my body and back up. When he pauses his finger, I look up to see his expression softening as his eyes implore. “Whitney, I want you to come home with me after Christmas. I want to know everything I don’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to make this work. We don’t live that far apart.” He laces our fingers. “Will you consider it?”
“Yes,” I say, not being able to think of a single reason why not as I squeeze his hand. “So much has changed…I’m still reeling.” I catch the lock of hair cresting over his brow and thread it back into his thick mane. He catches my hand as I withdraw it and kisses my palm.
“Were you thinking about our first time the other night?”
“You know I was. I’ll be replaying our whole relationship differently.”
“I know, and I’ll answer anything you want to ask.” He presses a reassuring kiss to my lips. “I promise.”
Drawing my nipple into his mouth, he reaches down and grabs his phone from the floor. Nipple peaking, I ready myself for another round just as he pulls back, a flash of blue light filling the room before he springs from the mattress.
“Shit! It’s one-thirty! We so did not have twenty minutes!” His entire demeanor shifts as he begins to dress frantically, his leg halfway in his pants as he tosses a finger toward the doorway. “Baby, you gotta go!”
“What?” I laugh, raising to my elbows, dazed, and drunk on orgasms. “Why?”
“Why? Your entire family is about to pull up! Shit, we’ve got like five minutes, tops.” He pulls his head through the neck of his T-shirt and pauses. “Text your sister and see how close they are.” He perks his ears and stills. “Is that a car?” His eyes flit to mine. “Whitney! Get dressed!”
“It’s not like they’re going to come in here. They’ll probably head straight to bed.”
“You don’t know that!” He says, his face filled with panic.
“Okay, okay, I’m going.” I slide my panties on and pull on my pajamas as he sniffs the air like a cartoon dog. “Oh my God. It smells like straight-up fucking in here!”
He scrambles out of the den and into the kitchen as my laughter follows him while I pull on my shirt. Eli comes back in, unloading a can of Pledge, his trigger finger happy as he clouds the room with it, some of the spray hitting my mouth.
“Eli!” I screech, waving the cloud away from me. “You think they’re going to believe we’ve been dusting at one-thirty in the morning?”
“Shit.” He immediately stops spraying, fear in his eyes. “What covers up the smell of Pledge?”
“Nothing,” I laugh as he cants his head to the side. “Is that a car? Is that them?!”
“No,” I chuckle as he looks at me sternly and points his finger toward the living room. “Leave, immediately.”
“What is wrong with you?”
“I don’t want them to know!” The boom in his voice has me jumping. “Wait,” he grips my wrist. “I have an idea.”
He races back into the kitchen and rushes back in, a rag in his hand as he holds it out to me. “Dust.”
“What?”
“Dust, go dust,” he orders, “or pretend to,” he waves his hand dismissively before turning me toward the doorway, his palms on my shoulders. “You’re thoughtful like that. It’s not so far-fetched. When your Mom comes in, pretend you’re tidying up for her. It’s believable. I’ll play like I’m asleep.”
“Have you lost your mind?” I toss over my shoulder.
“Yes. And it’s your pussy’s fault. Now go.”
“I am not dusting, Eli.”
“Please, don’t argue with me right now,” he whimpers. “I don’t want your Dad to know that while he was worshiping his lord and savior, I was defiling his daughter. Please just…dust.”
I try to stop and turn back to him, but he continues to push me out of the room, my elf slippers sliding on the hardwood.