Page 52 of Into the Mountains
“Hey,” Elias says softly. “Come back.” He tips my chin up to him, his eyes meeting mine, and if my body could cool into molten lava at one look, it would.
“Sorry.” I shake my head, trying to brush off the invasive thoughts and focus on the man in the present rather than the woman in the past.
“Tell what you’re thinking,” he whispers, placing a light kiss on my collarbone.
“Past things that aren’t important.”
“But you’re thinking them now, which means they might still be of a little importance. Tell me.” He doesn’t say it like a command or a plea, rather like he genuinely wants to know what is going on in my head at this particular moment and why I tried to shake the thoughts off like leaves on a tree.
“I just…got embarrassed for a second.”
He scrunches his eyebrows together in confusion. “Why?”
“Because, I got goosebumps, which made my freckles more noticeable and I thought…I don’t know. That you’d notice them.” I sound like an idiot. Of course he’s seen my freckles before. I’ve worn shorts and short sleeves around him in school and on our last date and he’s smarter than Sasha.
“I do notice them.” Lightly, he trails his fingertips down my arm and I get chills again for a completely different reason. He follows them back up to my collarbone and down my chest between my breasts. “I always wanted to see where they lead.” Warmth from his touch reaches my stomach as he keeps going lower and lower until he gets to the spot where our bodies are connected and he can’t reach any further. He moves forward andslowly sets me down on the rock behind me, his hands never leaving my skin. My thighs want to clench together at his touch, but he nudges them apart with his hips.
“I told you I wanted to be on my knees for you and I plan to follow through.”
“Okay,” is all I can manage as I watch him sink to his knees in front of me, teasing me with his touch. He moves closer and closer to my center, but goes back the way he came before he touches me where I want him the most.
“Please, Elias,” I beg.
“Not yet, red.” But he does give me some relief as he slides the palm of his hand over my clit briefly, leaving me wanting more as the ache inside only grows deeper. As if sensing my impatience, he moves my underwear aside and inserts a finger. Teasing me slowly, he goes in and out a few times before adding another.
My moans fill the cave and I can only hope the music on the other side is loud enough so people from the beach can’t hear them, but then again, even if they do, I don’t think I really give a shit right now.
“That’s it, let them hear you, love.”
My brain wants to catch on that last word, but I force it not to fixate on it and focus only on him and his movements. “Your mouth, Elias. I want your mouth on me.”
He groans and relents, but he doesn’t make contact with my skin. He leaves the fabric between his mouth and my clit. “Fuck,” I let out forcefully. “You.”
His laugh reverberates against me and if he was on my skin, I would have come right there. “Such a way with words, Charlie.”
Grabbing a fistful of hair, I pull him back down to me, this time catching the fabric with my other hand and pulling it to the side myself. The nerves in my body almost burst when his tongue touches me and I cry out.
His free hand digs into the side of my thigh and I lean back and let him devour me like he promised. The tension inside me builds as he licks and fingers me, but I need more. I need…something. I grab my own breasts and squeeze, the heat building with my own touch. Without hesitation, he takes over one, his hand digging its way beneath my bra. I sit up to take it off, freeing my breasts while he watches, his eyes now fixated fully on them. When I lie back again, he grabs one while I grab the other, both of us working me to my release. I look down to find him watching my hand to see what I am doing to my breast so he can do the same. I pinch my nipple and gasp when he mirrors my movements, the pull deepening low inside me until it finally snaps.
“Elias,” I gasp as he consumes me. When my orgasm subsides, my body feels heavy, but sated. He languidly kisses his way up my body pausing at my breasts to suck and pull at my now sensitive nipples. I try to squirm, but he wraps his arm around my waist, holding me in place. He continues his path and lightly presses his lips to mine for just a second. Before deepening the kiss. I can taste myself on his lips and I could die happy here I think.
He picks me up and I wrap my legs around his waist again feeling the hardness there. I reach down between us and nudge my hand into his boxers and moan at the feel of him.
“Fuck,” he moans.
“Did you bring a condom?” I ask breathlessly.
“I didn’t exactly expect this to be completely honest.” He grunts as I stroke up from base to tip in one slow motion.
“Go over to the side pocket in the cooler.”
“So youdidbring me here to seduce me?”
I laugh and continue my strokes, but grip a little tighter, drawing out a sharp gasp from him. “No, I just like to be prepared.”
“Have you been…” he hesitates like he isn’t sure how to ask his next question.
“Yes, I made sure I was clear after the girl I was with even though we didn’t sleep together. You?”
