Her hand reaches the waistband of my briefs, and instead of stopping her, I place my hands behind my head and say, “I won’t take it back because it’s real. True. The image of you, fresh from bed, looking gorgeous as hell, it’s ingrained, and I’m one fucking lucky guy to be privileged to sleep in the same bed as you.”
“Ugh, Eli,” she groans as she straddles my lap now. “You’re turning me on.”
“I’m not trying to, babe. I’m just telling you the truth.”
“I know.” Her hands lay flat on my stomach as she moves over my hardening erection. The only thing between us is my boxer briefs. I know this because she never wears underwear to bed anymore. She thinks it gets in the way. Which . . . is true. “God, Eli, I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you.”
She leans back and slips me out of my briefs before positioning me at her entrance and sitting down on my length.
I’ll never get enough either. Until my dying day, I don’t think it will ever be enough to satisfy this craving I have for her.
“I love your cock.”
I bite down on my lip as she rocks over me, her nipples pressing against the fabric of her nightgown, her hair falling over her shoulders in waves.
“Babe, slow down.”
She shakes her head. “Can’t. Already . . . there.”
Her hips roll faster, and I’m trying to think of a scenario where I can prolong this, where she doesn’t come as fast because fuck, I want to live out this feeling. So I lift and halt her hips from moving.
Her eyes round with surprise as I move her off me and to her side.
“What are you doing?” she asks, disappointed.
“Slowing you down.” I gently put her on her side and then lift one of her legs so the bottom of her foot is pressing against the mattress, spreading her just the way I want. I wiggle in behind her after completely removing my briefs, and then place my cock right where it needs to be. Her head falls back against my shoulder as she moans.
“This will not slow me down.”
“It will if I don’t enter you.”
“Eli, don’t.”
I gently drag my fingers up and down her stomach, then whisper, “I know how wet you are, but are you throbbing yet?”
She shakes her head.
“Then we have some work to do.”
“Eli, please, just let me fuck you.”
“No, baby,” I say while I press a kiss to her shoulder. “I just don’t want to be fucked anymore. I want to feel you. Every part of you. I don’t want quick, I want to drag out the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life, and that’s being inside you.”
I drag my fingers over her breasts, circling her nipples, then moving down her cleavage to her stomach again and repeat the route. My cock plays with her entrance but is never fully inserted, despite the urge I have to thrust deep within her.
“You’re . . . you’re making me breathless, Eli.”
“Good,” I answer while leaning forward and pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “Keep talking to me.”
She reaches back and loops her hand behind my neck, keeping her close. “I feel so safe with you, Eli. When you’re around, I know nothing will happen to me.”
My fingers pause at her breasts and then gently cup them.
“I look forward to the moments when I get to hold your hand.”
I press her nipples between my fingers.
She groans. “God, I love it when I wake up to you wrapped around me.”
With just enough pressure, I roll her nipples between my fingers, causing her to arch against my back.
“You make me feel seen for more than Pacey’s sister.”
I pause and then whisper into her ear, “Because you are, baby, you are so much more than that title.”
Her breathing really picks up, and her grip on the nape of my neck grows tighter. “I’m throbbing, Eli. I’m so wet. Please . . . please give me what I need.”
“And what is that?” I ask.
“You,” she answers just as I slip inside her. “Yes,” she moans loudly. “Oh God, Eli, this, you . . . it’s amazing. It’s all I want.”
I thrust into her tight center, feeling the beginning of her pussy contracting around me, throbbing against me.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good.”
“Tell me you want me,” she says, panting now.
“I want you, Penny. No one else, only you.”
“You make me happy, Eli,” she says while bringing my hand back to her breast and forcing me to squeeze hard. “Oh . . . oh . . .” She clenches around me.