Page 15 of Nothing Even Matters
He trailed his lips down to her neck as they moved back to the living room and collapsed on the sofa. They quickly shed clothing as Faith straddled him. She felt his thick shaft poking at her and how anxious they both were.
Eli’s lips were hungry, hot, and insistent. He was angry at her. He was madly in love with her. He knew if he truly hated her, she wouldn’t have stepped foot inside his home. If she truly hated him, she wouldn’t have come over.
And she sure wouldn’t be kissing her ex, knowing she was engaged to another man.
Faith slightly moved her position and sat down on Eli’s thick and long length, filling her completely. She cooed as he moaned, clutching her ass and smoothing his hands all over it. He slowly guided her up and down on his shaft as he watched her reaction. “You remember how I taught you to ride me?”
Faith quickly nodded and bit her lip as she adjusted to Eli’s size. Her slick heat accommodated his thick length, setting off zaps of pleasure all over her body. No matter how many lovers she’s had or regret, she would always remember Eli. “You taught me well.”
“You missed Zaddy, didn’t you?” He whispered.
“God, yes, Zaddy!” She wrapped her arms around his neck. It had been so long since Faith was with Eli, she forgot how much he’d completely filled her. Every stroke, her sex tightly hugged him, like a warm embrace.
Their tongues clashed in frenzied panic, as they breathed and panted just as hard. It was more than just sex between them. In fact, it’s never beenjust sexbetween them at all. Not the first time. Not the last time. Not any time.
Faith felt overwhelmed as she felt Eli’s lips and hands everywhere on her body. Her body softly shook as he stretched her, yet she took all of him in. It was painful at some moments and Faith honestly thought she was about to be split apart. Eli seemed to know her body from memory and guided her just right, falling into a steady tempo.
Her sex quivered with each movement as Eli’s warm mouth found her nipples and sucked on them. Her walls tightly clenched around him and they both knew she was close. Her legs shook uncontrollably and her breaths came out ragged and hard.
Eli was close, too. Clutching his arms, Faith felt his muscles tense up. He sat her all the way down on him and he thrust hard into her, causing Faith to yelp and scream his name. “That’s it,” he moaned.
Eli almost withdrew to the point where his tip was just in before he pushed all the way back in. The feeling left Faith hungry and needing more of him; an emptiness created not by sex but by pure love.
She loved it. She lost control and surrendered everything to Eli. She didn’t want to play anymore games. She didn’t want separate homes. She wanted them. This is where she belonged. Not in Harlem, but with Eli.
Lightening bolts of emotion pricked up all over her body as the climax began to build. The soft, quiet mewls grew into voracious screams as Faith’s thighs tightened and Eli’s grasp on her ass strengthened.
The climax hit her hard and fast, leaving Faith screaming as ecstasy flooded into her entire being. Eli soon followed her, losing all control and came hard into her. Even after the initial orgasm, Faith remained on top of him; her body undergoing a series of small orgasms and aftershocks.
They laid in silence, without saying a single word for the longest time. They wanted to be within the moment. They wanted to have the incredible emotion between them flow freely and without any interruption. What they’d just experienced was too powerful for words and they needed the silence.
When they finally did speak, Eli said the first words. “I don’t want you to leave Harlem, Faye,” his voice was in a low rumble. “I want you here with me and the kids.”
It was what Faith had been waiting to hear for so long. It wasn’t a question, anymore. “I won’t.”
