Page 37 of Elijah's Hope
I said this taking off my own coat and pulling the Henley I was wearing up and over my head. I bent to pull my boots off and when I glanced up, I was happy to see she was obliging. Her coat was off, and she was working the buttons of her flannel shirt. I could see her hands were shaking.
There was no time to do the exploring thing. The slow-build thing. We had been doing that since the moment she got off the goddamn plane.
I pulled my wallet out and took out the three packs of condoms I had been carrying with me wherever I went since she got here and tossed them on the bed. Then I shucked off my jeans and boxer briefs in one motion. My dick was so hard it wobbled with every motion, so I grabbed it just to keep it still.
I looked over at Shelby and she was still wearing the white shirt she’d worn under her flannel and her jeans.
“Too slow, baby.”
Except it was hard to fault her when she was looking at me like I was her very own ice cream cone she planned to lick from head to toe.
“Oh my. You’re so… You’re so…big. Everywhere.”
She wasn’t wrong. I was a big man. Everywhere. But she already knew that. “You took my cock in your mouth. You’ll have no problem taking me in your pussy. But this first time… I’m keyed up, Shelby. It’s going to be hard and fast. I promise I’ll make it sweet later, but right now, I need to be inside you deep.”
She nodded as if she sensed my urgency and quickly shimmied out of the rest of her clothes. I moved toward her just as she was removing her bra and—
“Holy shit,” I said.
It was like I had never seen a woman naked before. Or maybe I had never seen anyone like Shelby. Her breasts were large and round with big, pink-tipped nipples. Her waist curved into a flat stomach only to have her hips flare out in a way that made me think of a pin-up model in the 1950’s. She was every man’s wet dream.
I cupped her breasts in my hands and they nearly overflowed. Jesus, how had I missed these fucking breasts? Her whole fucking perfect body?
She’s been hiding…
From the long, shapeless dress she’d worn under her coat on the first day I saw her to the shapeless flannel shirts and loose jeans I’d bought her. Even to the pajama set I had given her to wear last night…
She’d worn a bra to bed.
Those random thoughts continued to assault me even as desire overwhelmed me. But it had to be true. It was the only way I wouldn’t have noticed the size and sway of her tits. The way they were built for a man to hold in his hands. The way her hard nipples practically begged me to suck them into my mouth.
I did, and her head fell back on her shoulders as she hissed with pleasure. I had this strange idea that the she didn’t allow that much. Didn’t allow herself to take pleasure in this fucking amazing body when that’s all I wanted to do to it.
She pulled away and moved toward the bed. Then she kneeled on it facing away from me. She turned her head to shake out her hair over her shoulder and looked back at me.
“It’s okay if you’re a little rough, baby. I know it’s been a while.”
It had been. Since I had fucked. Almost six months since my last trip to Anchorage. And there she was bending forward on the bed, her sweetheart-shaped ass on display, her hands braced against the wall in front of her to hold her in place while I banged the fuck out of her. All giving on her part. No taking.
I walked to the bed and hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back to me. My cock pressed in between her ass cheeks and even that contact was enough to have me gritting my teeth. But somewhere, somehow, I was going to have to find strength to resist doing what I wanted.
Because I decided, in that moment, that this was going to be about her and what she needed, not what I wanted. I bent my head and kissed the top of her head. Then I kissed her shoulder, her neck up along her jaw.
“Lie down on your back,” I told her.
“Why?”
“Because I changed my mind,” I said. I pushed and moved her to comply, then settled myself on top of her, spreading her thighs to make room for me. “I decided I can wait for hard and fast. I want the sweet.”
She looked into my face and I could see her eyes were questioning me, not understanding what I intended.
“I don’t—” she said but I cut her off with a kiss. A sweet, gentle press of my lips against hers until her mouth was opening underneath me and I was able to sweep my tongue inside. I held my weight above her while I kissed her mouth slowly, deeply. When she squirmed beneath me, I started a slow steady rock of my hips against her pussy. Just the press of my cock against her slick pussy lips.
Like I had all the time in the world. Like this pleasure was enough in and of itself. And in some ways, both things were true.
“Eli,” she huffed when I pulled my mouth away to start a trail of kisses over her clavicle bone. “Stop teasing me and just do it.”
I lifted my head. Her eyes were closed, and she was breathing heavy. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair was spread out all over the pillow.
