I trace the seam of his lips, my heart skipping a beat when his hand slides between my legs. “To the tent we go then.”
Twenty-two
Silas
Elijah is tugging at my clothes before we can fully get inside the tent. His mouth crashes to mine as I’m crawling backwards. He doesn’t bother to zip the tent closed behind him, his body unable to separate from mine as he grinds our cocks together. This will be the first night I spend with him. Will I still dream of him even with him next to me? Will the nightmares disappear or grow stronger? I’m not in a hurry to find out either way.
I thrust my tongue desperately against his, bucking my hips. He kisses his way down my body, licking and biting at my skin. I’ve never had anyone make me feel as wanted and needed as he does. It’s one of the things I look forward to the most when we’re together. His tongue traces my happy trail all the way down to my cock. He sucks me down, burying his nose in my pubes, andI pull him off me, worried I won’t last much longer if he keeps going.
“What’s wrong? Don’t like that?”
“I like it too much and I’d rather come with you inside me. I need your cock, Elijah. I need you to fuck me.”
“I love how you always know what you need.” He gives my cock a few more licks before lifting my legs and sucking on my pucker. The scruff of his beard rubs over my sensitive skin as he feasts on my hole, wetting my inner walls with his tongue. He slides a finger in once I’m sopping wet and leaking, and plunges in and out of me, curling his finger once he’s knuckle deep.
“Elijah,” I say between moans. “I’m not going to last if you keep doing that.”
“I know, baby, but I have to make sure you’re ready for me. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t. I promise. And I don’t mind if it hurts a little.” Any slight pain he might give will take away from the pinching sensation I feel in my heart. I’m still so overridden with guilt, and it’s hard to fully let myself enjoy all these moments when the hate I’ve developed for myself lately only keeps growing. I’m falling harder for him every day and it’s happening so fast. My heart continues to fully let him in while pushing Stacey and what we once had out. The memories we have together are still good, but I’m perfectly fine moving on from them when all I want to do is wrap myself up in the ones I create with Elijah. It only makes me feel worse.
Should I really be here with him? My marriage may be beyond saving, but is rushing into something new so soon really the answer? And what if it really is Landon’s heart beating inside me? Are all these feelings really his instead of my own? I hadn’t really given myself much time to think about it all. I only focused on what I needed, and that’s to be close to Elijah. He makes mefeel good, and the taste of happiness I get makes me greedy for more.
My thoughts are all wiped away when Elijah impales me on his cock, fucking inside me fast and hard. He kisses my mouth, intensifying the pleasure with his hand wrapped around my cock. Driven insane by his finger and cock, my body spasms. My hole clenches as he pumps his cock in and out of me, the head slamming against my sweet spot on repeat. He’s like a desperate man trying to complete a quest, conquering my entire being with his body.
His moans vibrate over my mouth and he throws his head back, his cock twitching inside me as our bodies rock together. All my muscles tense and I come between us, grabbing at his neck to capture his lips again. He comes only seconds behind me, groaning and filling me with his cum. After deciding there would be no use of condoms the first time, there was no need to have the discussion again.
I want every part of him to touch me when we’re connected like this. I want to feel him leaking out of me during our hike in the morning and on the drive to wherever he takes me next. Eventually, I’ll have to go to my mom’s and deal with all her questions, but I don’t want to think about that now.
“Can you wake me up like this?” I whisper into his warm, parting mouth.
“If you really want me to.”
“I do.” I run my trembling fingers through his sweaty hair, still trying to catch my breath.
“Then I will.”
My eyes start to close and I struggle to keep them open.
“Someone’s sleepy.” He kisses me sweetly and rolls away. “I’ll be right back.”
Minutes later he returns with wipes and cleans us both up, placing kisses to random spots on my body in between. Lightbounces around the tent as he zips it closed and situates himself behind me. As the blanket is lifted over us, he kisses my shoulder and shuts off the flashlight. A large arm wraps around me, his hand settling on my stomach. “I do have to warn you. If you don’t push me away soon, I’m going to assume you love to cuddle and take full advantage.”
I press against him, setting my hand on his. “Go ahead. You won’t hear me complaining.”
“You say that now. Wait until I’m practically suffocating you with my whole body.”
“Still not seeing the problem here,” I say, winking, and he laughs.
“Night, Sunshine.”
I smile into my pillow. “Night.”
My eyes flash open to Elijah waking me exactly how I asked him to, plunging into me from behind while kissing my shoulder. Darkness floods the tent and I close my eyes, not needing to see anything when feeling is so much better right now. With his loud pants filling the space, Elijah’s hips slam harder against my ass, our bodies shaking together as we reach our peak.
“I woke up and couldn’t wait for the sun to rise to be inside you again.” His breath tickles the back of my neck.
“So it’s not morning yet?” My words are barely legible as I meet his thrusts, rutting back against him.
