Page 122 of The Sound Of Us

I step forward and in seconds Eli engulfs me in his arms, kissing me hard and deep. My mouth opens for him, tangling my tongue with his, sucking and nipping at his mouth. Eli groans, loud and lustful.

His inhibition gives me courage once more, and coupled with the fact that, married or not, I am here and I am his, I allow deep, salacious groans to slide from my own throat.

Eli’s fingers travel up my chest, closing around my throat. He hears my moans with his fingers and I bask in the sounds coming from the both of us.

He lifts me; my legs come around his waist and he walks us through the open space and down a wide hallway.

I’ll ask for a tour of home later. Right now, the only tour I need is one of Eli’s bed. His lips don’t leave mine as we make our way to his bedroom.

Inside, I catch a glimpse of midnight blue bedding, curtains. A rug the same color.

Eli’s lays me down onto the bed. His movements, so gentle and slow. I shift up, lifting myself onto my elbows and gaze at him as if he’d fallen from heaven, bringing with him a kind of ease and safety only God could provide.

Standing back, he returns my gaze, although there is nothing I could possibly offer him in exchange for what he’s given me. It’s hard to wrap my head around the idea that he could feel as fulfilled and, well, happy with me as I do with him.

He reaches for the buttons on his shirt, slipping them free slowly while watching me. I watch the gradual exposure of his chest as it comes into view little by little. My mouth dries when he gets to the last one and then shrugs out of the shirt.

Maybe I’d been too high-strung in the past, back in River Valley, to truly appreciate Eli’s body. Maybe I was too ashamed to openly admire him. But now, the valley between his pecs calls to me as flashes fly through my mind of my face buried in that valley, my tongue dragging up that space. His abs contract, drawing my eyes down those blocks of muscle, and further. The bulge in his pants makes my mouth water. I can’t look away.

Eli unbuckles his belt. My breathing escalates. I sit up and lift my hands, signing, “Please, Eli.”

He comes to me, knees on either side of my hips, his pants unbuckled. I lift my face to his, sinking into a kiss that’s filled with earnest longing. Eli groans into my mouth and I swallow his beautiful sounds.

The room is suddenly too hot. I’m too clothed. Dropping back onto the bed, I fight with my coat. Eli, with his mouth still on mine, strips me of it. My shirt, buttons popping, goes next and fuck if trying to get out of my pants and shoes doesn’t feel like an uncoordinated disaster. Eli’s chuckle adds to my dilemma, but finally, I’m naked underneath him. He’s still in his half-undone pants and I’m writhing beneath him, my cock pressing up against his concealed erection.

Our lovemaking escalates, kisses become more urgent and less elegant, and soon I’m tearing at the clothing left on his body, until he’s naked. His warm skin gliding against mine. I spread my legs wide when Eli’s knee nudges them apart. His mouth leaves mine to trail hot kisses down the column of my neck, suck gently at my Adam’s apple, brushing his lips over my nipples.

“Aahh, fuck,” I groan, bowing off the bed in search of his mouth. Eli sinks his teeth into my skin, eliciting more deep moans from my throat. I bring one of his hands to my neck, closing his fingers around my throat so he can hear what he’s doing to me.

I want him all over me. His mouth over every inch of my skin. I want no part of my body to remain free from Eli’s touch. I pull him up to me, reaching for his mouth once more. Kissing him like he might disappear if I let him go, I devour his mouth while I rut up against him. My cock sliding against his. Eli ruts into me and together, with obscene, pornographic moans, we rub our dicks together, our balls getting in on it, rubbing together.

It’s insane that I can become this person when I’m with Eli.

Eli kisses me slowly, deeply, before leaving my lips once more to kiss my hipbone. He leaves a neat trail of kisses from one side to the other, pressing hard into the lowest part of my stomach. His stubbled chin grazes my cock and my lower body leaps off the bed, demanding more.

Eli obliges me. Pressing his palm into my inner thighs, he spreads my legs even more apart, then slides his hands underneath my thighs and lifts my legs onto his shoulders.

I’m so open, so exposed. And I’m okay. I’m okay.

I want his mouth on me. Need to sink into the warmth of his throat. I know how beautiful it is there and I need it now.

Eli sinks his mouth over my cock, taking me as far as he can go. He gives me a few long, slow strokes before popping my dick out of his mouth to drag his tongue up the underside of my cock. Then back down, and further down, scraping his teeth down my taint in search of my hole.

Situating my hands under my thighs, I pull my knees up to my ears, giving Eli unrestricted access to my body.

He presses his palms into the back of my thighs and, rocking back on his knees, he gazes at my hole with hooded eyes. I love him like this. Like he’s enthralled with my body.

Then he leans forward, spreads my ass apart and with his thumbs he massages my hole. I feel myself loosening, blooming open, as his thumbs play with my asshole, squeezing, stretching me.

And when he drops his head to eat my ass, I scream with the impact.

Eli kisses my asshole, loud, slapping kisses, mixing with his loud breaths, his tongue spearing in and out of my hole like a fucking sword, drawing waves and waves of pleasure out of me.

My cock leaks onto my stomach and I rock into Eli’s mouth, asking, begging for more. He gives it to me, flattening his tongue to suck my asshole in long, wet strokes. It’s wicked and I deserve to be flung into the lowest pits of hell for how much I love what Eli is doing to my body, but I don’t care. Nothing matters but this. No one matters but him.

Eli leaves my weeping hole to reach for a condom and lube.

I lower my legs for a moment to sign to him. “Fuck me, Eli.” He grins because I got the sign perfectly right.

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