Page 39 of Elijah's Hope
I laughed. I don’t know that I had ever done that. Laughed and fucked at the same time. But I was. It was like this joyous roar throughout my body. I pumped into her and we were both gasping and groaning and laughing, too. Because this ride had all the thrill of a rollercoaster.
Up and up and up, the tension spiraling in my body. Tighter and tighter and tighter, the way Shelby was holding me. I wanted to make her come again. I wanted to wait until I could feel her rippling all around me.
“Get there, baby. Please get there,” I rumbled as I could feel my hips snapping out of control, the pressure building in my balls and lower back.
“Oh, oh…Eli!”
I could feel her squeeze from the inside then there was no more willpower, no more strength. I was pounding her so hard I thought I might break her in two. Then I was exploding inside her, feeling my cum shoot out of me in a way I never had before. As if all of it mattered. Every part of my orgasm, her orgasm. All of it was important.
I collapsed on her for five seconds, just five seconds of bliss where I covered her from head to toe until I rolled us and tucked her up against my still heaving chest.
After what felt like an eternity, I could feel her snuggle even farther into me.
“Eli? I thought that was pretty good. I mean, for a first time and all. Don’t you think?”
“Shelby, I can’t think at all right now.”
She kissed my chest and plopped her head down. “I think you’re saying I fucked your brains out, which only confirms my original thought. Thank you, baby.”
My lips twitched. “You’re welcome.”
9
Eli
We were kneeling on the bed together, panting out our breaths after our third round of fucking. This time I had taken her on all fours. Hard and fast and deep. She’d fucking screamed my name at the end. I was pretty sure if we kept this up, we were going to die from pleasure. Which, in my opinion, was a hell of a way to go.
Reluctantly, I got up to get rid of the last condom we had. I would pick up some more on the drive to the airport. Or maybe Shelby and I could have the conversation about birth control. I was clean and, given her obvious shyness about sex, it was a good bet she was, too. At least, it was pretty obvious she wasn’t putting it out there for everyone.
I tossed the condom in the trash, pissed, then as I came into the bedroom, it was to find her slipping on my Henley. I watched from the doorway as she took a deep inhale with the shirt pressed up against her nose.
Shelby Reese was the hottest woman I had ever seen naked. And growing up in a strip club, I had seen my fair share of hot, naked women. Still, there was something even more satisfying about seeing her wearing my shirt.
Clearly, she was a girl who liked to cover up. I would indulge her for now, until I felt I was up for round four. We were going to need to be creative without any more condoms.
Just then my stomach rumbled, reminding me how long it had been since we ate. It was almost eight at night now. We would have to hustle if we were going to make the last seating at the seafood place in town. I didn’t want to resort to more bar food as that’s all we would have once we got back to Hope’s Point.
“Shelby, I hate to do this to you, but you’re going to need to get dressed so we can go get something to eat. After the past few hours of some pretty vigorous physical activity, I’m famished.”
She flashed a smile over her shoulder. “I’ll say that was some pretty vigorous activity. In fact, I’m pretty sure I’ve never been sovigoratedin my life. But I have a better idea. Let’s do room service.”
I rubbed my belly as even the thought of food was enough to conjure up a rumble. “Pretty sure the Landons only do breakfast, babe.”
“Ah-hah! That’s what you think.” She scrambled to find a pair of jeans. Then she put on her coat and stuffed her sockless feet into her boots. “Be right back.”
“Shelby, where are you going? You can’t go out there without socks.”
Except the door was closed before I finished my sentence. I wasn’t worried. She’d poke her nose outside and realize that, even though the sun was still up, the temperature would have dropped.
I started rummaging around for my clothes when not a minute later, she was back, shutting the door behind her. A brown bag was in her hand.
“What is that?”
My first thought that it was a big brown bag of condoms, which meant I was going to need a whole lot more food than I’d originally thought.
She wiggled her eyebrows. “When you pulled over for gas, I hit the bathroom and then stopped inside the mini-mart. Which, I have to say, might have been the most expensive snack food I’ve ever seen. My goodness. But I thought it would be fun to stay in and gorge on…” She reached inside and pulled out a large blue tinfoil bag. “COOL RANCH DORITOS!”
“Doritos, huh?”
