Page 64 of Elijah's Hope
I pulled the shirt I had been wearing over my head. Instantly, her hands were on me. Touching me. Knowing me again. “Christ, Shelby, I thought I had lost you. I thought I was never going to have this again. This crazy, fucking need I have to be inside you.”
She was pulling the T-shirt she was wearing over her head, too, and I cupped her breasts in my palms gently. One day I would fuck her tits, when she was ready. When she knew she could fully trust me. And I was going to replace every bad memory she had with ones of love, trust, affection and passion.
“Don’t make me wait, Eli. Please. I need to know this is real.”
I took her hand and brought it to my hard dick, pushing against her with my erection. “That feel real to you?”
“Yes,” she moaned, rubbing me hard through my jeans. But then it wasn’t enough. I wanted her hand on my dick. I reached for the button on my jeans, lowered the zipper and pulled my cock out, placing her hands around me bare.
That simple touch had me throwing my head back and groaning. It was like I was back in the place I was supposed to be. Like Shelby was meant to hold my dick and my heart and my fucking soul in her hand.
She squeezed me, and I nearly came right then, but I got control of my shit. I knew what I needed and that was to be inside her, with her writhing underneath me.
“Naked. Now,” I growled at her and she didn’t hesitate for a second. Because she trusted me. Something I still found amazing after what had been done to her. We needed to talk about that. She needed to share with me what that had done to her psyche, but I was too selfish. Too fucking needy.
We would talk about it later. Right now was all about us. The second she was naked, I lifted her up and put her legs around me. I didn’t even take the time to take off my boots. Just pushed her against the empty wall, pulled the condom out of my back pocket (because I was a man who had hope), rolled it on, and plunged into her hard and deep.
She knocked her head against the plaster, her eyes closed, whispering, ”Yes.” Almost like she was praying.
For me. Her Angel.
I had her plump, little ass in my hands and I pounded into her hard. Hard enough to make her tits bounce. Hard enough that if there was someone on the other side of that wall, he knew exactly what was happening in this room.
“Too much?” I had to ask it. I had to know if she could take me like this, because I felt out of control. Like I might actually fuck her through the wall itself.
“No, no,” she panted. “Eli! You came for me. You came for me. No one’s ever done that.” And then I saw them. The tears in her eyes.
“Don’t cry. Don’t cry, baby.”
Except then her legs squeezed me harder around the waist and I could feel her whole body tighten around me. Her pussy sucking in my cock.
“So goddamn tight. So fucking wet. This pussy is fucking mine. Mine. Mine,” I grunted with each heavy thrust. “Come for me, baby, come now, because I can’t hold back.”
It wasn’t a scream, more like she was keening, but she was there, and I wanted to follow her over that ledge.
I pumped into her and felt the cum explode out of me. Like my whole body was ripped apart and brought back together. And that pain. That fucking pain in my chest that I had been carrying around for the past two weeks was gone. In its place was a blissful, peaceful pleasure.
I rested my forehead against hers while we both tried to catch our breath.
“Swear to God, baby, that was the fuck of my life. Except I always think that with you.”
She slapped weakly at my arm, but she was smiling as she did it. Slowly, I pulled away from her. She basically teetered her way toward the bed and fell backward on it. But again, she was smiling as she did it.
I made my way to the bathroom and dumped the condom.
Fuck, I felt good. Not only physically. It was knowing she had been willing to give me a second chance and I hadn’t fucked it up. I thought again about what I had brought her. I wanted to show her now.
Back in the room, I snagged my shirt and pulled it on. “I’ll be right back. I have something for you.”
She was pulling her own T-shirt on and now the modesty made sense. She wasn’t comfortable being completely naked with me, never had been and now we could talk about why that was.
“A present?” she said like that was most shocking thing I had said so far. “I don’t…I don’t get a lot of presents.”
“Wait here,” I told her.
I left the room and jogged to the car. I pulled out the small blue box and the pill bottle from the glove compartment.
Then I practically sprinted up to the room because I couldn’t wait to see the look on her face. I had left the door unlocked and kicked it closed behind me. She was sitting up on her knees in the middle of the bed.
