Page 24 of Elijah's Hope
Shelby shivers when she gets excited.
I loved that I knew that about her.
I moved in closer to her, so we were flush against each other. Her mouth and neck were no longer enough. I needed to feel her body pressed against mine. I needed her to know I was rock hard for her, but we still weren’t doing anything but kissing.
Her hands were in my hair, my arms were now around her waist pulling her harder against me. Any thought of technique, of making an effort to please her, was gone from my brain. I had no thoughts, only need.
MORE.
Then I felt her pulling away. I resisted for a second until a firm hand in the center of my chest pushed.
I let her go. We were both panting for air. I wanted to ask why she wanted to stop, but I knew why. I was taking usthereand quickly. I was coming to understand that wasn’t an easy place for her to get to, but I thought she had beentherewith me.
“Eli,” she breathed. “How is this possible?”
“How is what possible?”
She looked at me and I thought I saw sadness in her eyes. Like bone deep sadness. I didn’t understand what I had done to make her feel that way.
“This just seems so unreal.”
I bent and kissed her lips. “But it’s not. I’m here. You’re here. And we’re…having a good time. It doesn’t have to be any more complicated than that,” I said, echoing her words from a few days ago.
She sighed and fell back on the bed away from me. “I know you want more…”
I shook my head. “I don’t want anything you don’t want to give me. That said…that kiss was hot. Don’t you want more?”
“Yes, I do,” she said. “I didn’t think I would, but I do because it’s you and you’re so gosh-darn sweet you make my teeth ache.”
I grimaced. “Okay, that’s not something you ever want to tell a guy. That you want to fuck him because he’s sweet.” I got on my hands and knees and crawled over to her so that she was practically trapped underneath me. “You tell a guy you want to fuck him because he’s hot and you think he’s going to blow your mind in bed. Give you all the orgasms you could ever handle.”
She giggled. “Are you threatening me with orgasms?”
I smiled. “I suppose I am. But not tonight,” I said backing away and giving her some space. Space and time I instinctively knew she needed. I got off the bed and started to gather up our dishes, taking them over to the space that could loosely be referred to as the cabin’s kitchen. Like the bathroom, it was sparse. A pump sink and a counter. That was it.
“Tonight, you’re going to dream about those orgasms. I want you to think about all the ways I’m going to make you come, with my fingers, my mouth. My dick. Yeah, I want you thinking all about that so when you are ready to trust me, it’s going to happen so hard and fast for you, you nearly pass out.”
She was watching me from the bed the whole time as I said these things. A little shy. A lot interested.
“Eli, I do trust you. I don’t know why. It’s too soon, but I do trust you. I wanted to let you know that.”
I walked to where she was and bent to give her a good-night kiss. I lingered because her mouth was so soft underneath me, but not too long because I didn’t relish the hour-long drive back to camp on bumpy roads with a hard dick.
“What are we doing tomorrow?” she wanted to know when I finally pulled away. And there it was, not a shadow of a doubt that there would be a tomorrow for us. My talk of orgasms hadn’t scared her, there was no reluctance in her voice. She wasn’t afraid of me. She really did trust me.
“It’s a surprise.”
She smiled, and I thought I was going to kiss her again, but I needed to escape now while I still could. Before I started to show her the things I could do that might convince her to change her mind about tonight.
I didn’t want that. I didn’t want toconvinceher. I wanted her mind squarely where mine was when the moment was right.
“Night, Shelby.”
“Night, Eli.”
* * *
Dyson’s Camp
