Page 90 of Into the Mountains
Tracing the line of her jaw with my nose, I stop right at her ear and breathe into her, causing her body to coil even tighter. “And where exactly do you want me to touch you, honey?”
I nip at her earlobe and her hips start to move against me, begging for some kind of attention to the spot she needs it the most. I place my hands beneath her thighs and lift her up to the counter, my fingers digging into her skin. Thank fuck she’s wearing a dress and neither of us have to deal with another layer of clothing between us.
Before I go down on her, she pulls my face up and kisses me deeply, her tongue tangling with mine. It’s my turn to make noises, her hips responding in kind. The tight shorts she has underneath her dress don’t last long as I peel them from her, our bodies briefly breaking apart from one another, revealing a black lace thong. I waste no time stealing the space between us again. Her knees spread open and I push her back onto the counter until she’s leaning onto her elbows.
“This angle is familiar.”
“It’s a little better than the cave, at least.”
“A little.” She reaches over and swats me on the shoulder, but the scolding doesn’t last long because I finally give her what she and her body have been begging for and press my tongue above the black fabric and suck on her clit. She lets out a louder moan than before, not caring whether or not anyone can hear.
“Fuck, you’re so wet for me already. ”
“Eli, I need you.”
“Begging now, are we? I like it.” My cock likes it too and my pants feel too tight. I take them off, then my shirt, leaving myself fully naked in front of Charlie who is basically dressed.
“Take your dress off,” I try to demand, but I chicken out at the end and it comes out like more of a question. She liked me being bossy the last time, so I figured she’d like it again. I like it, too, but I need more practice.
“I’m sorry, I don’t take demands when they sound like questions.” She’s teasing me as she moves toward the couch, circling her way around like she’s going to be the one makingdemands, not me. I have no idea whether or not I’d like that, but right now, I want to tell her what to do. Next time, she can definitely boss me around.
“I said.” My voice is more commanding now. “Take off your dress.”
“Or what?”
“I’ll—” I’m really not good at this.
“It’s okay, Eli. Just let loose.”
Let loose. Easy. “Take off your fucking dress and kneel.”
A satisfied smirk spreads across her face and she peels off her dress, tossing it to the side.
“The underwear too.” Again, she listens, following the next instruction and kneeling in front of me. Her hair falls over her shoulders in waves, covering her breasts.
“Wait here,” I say and step away from her to grab my jeans and dig in the front pocket. I almost forgot I intended to give it back to her tonight. What better way than to put it to use. Her jaw drops when she sees the purple scrunchie dangling from my finger.
“Youstolemy scrunchie?” She practically screeches. I can’t help but laugh and decide to admit it.
“I did. When you were looking for it the day I came to get rid of your squatter, I took it from the counter top to mess with you. I just didn’t want to give it back. Now it has the perfect use.”
If glares could kill, I’d be dead on the ground right now. If she had a superpower it would no doubt be lasers coming out of her eyes. I can only imagine the ways she’d make me dance.
“Just sit still and let me put your hair up.”
“Do you even know how to do that?”
“Yes, I used to help Sarah a lot before she lost her hair to chemo. She was never coordinated enough to be able to do her hair the way she wanted to, so I learned how.”
She’s quiet now. I try to focus on pulling all the strands of her hair together.
“Sorry, I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Her red hair shifts back and forth in my hand as she shakes her head, forgetting the task at hand. “Don’t be sorry. I asked and you answered. I’m not offended by your answer or anything. I know you had a whole life after we broke up and before I moved here. I’m not going to make you feel like you need to erase that in any way. Talk about her as little or as much as you’d like around me. I’m here to listen. Always.”
Honestly, I wasn’t sure how she’d feel in regards to me talking about Sarah. But this is better than I could have imagined. To not be afraid to bring her up in conversation even if we were about to have sex. Being around her, it seems to happen so casually. It feels good.
I drop her hair and turn her to me with a finger to her jaw. I open her mouth with my tongue, we breathe each other in for a few moments. Our lips come together over and over again, and I almost wish we could stay like this forever. An endless loop of love and skin on skin.
