Her eyes locked with mine and melted into warm chocolate pools. “Yes.” She nodded and clasped her creamy thighs around my waist, pushing the waistband of my pants past my hips and down my legs. I kicked them off one leg at a time and returned to her, skin on skin.
“Fucking perfect.” I darted a nose up her torso as I lined my heavy cock with her entrance. “Can’t wait to be inside you,” I murmured against her ear as I dragged my thick length up her slit, making sure to rub the tip at her clit, sending her body into a series of minor quakes that had a rogue grin lifting my lips. “So sensitive. Christ, I love that about you.” I stroked again. “Every single touch and you’re so wet for me.” My voice lowered another octave. “Just for me.”
Elle’s sharp fingernails dug into my shoulder blades as I spoke, and with each pass of my cock, she seemed to work up more momentum, her hips tipping against mine, grinding and grating, chasing sweet release.
“You want me, baby?” I husked at her earlobe.
“God, yes…” she hissed when I thrust quickly, feeling the slow stretch of her young, intact body, then stilling myself once I’d broken through, seeing the wince of pain on her beautiful, nubile face.
“Shhh… I’m sorry.” I stroked a hand through her dark mane, willing my powerful thighs to keep me in place and prevent thrusting for her sake. For her sake, control yourself.
“I-I’m okay,” she whispered, but I could hear the sting of pain in her voice.
“It’ll feel good soon,” I hummed against her lips. “I promise.” I kissed her slowly, tasting her tongue and twisting it with mine as one hand roamed her supple body, the other holding me caged above her, unwilling to let her go. Finally, I had her.
This moment was the only evidence I needed. She was mine.
My patience severed with that thought and my hips began to move in slow, tantalizing rhythm once her grip relaxed at my shoulders and her hips followed my lead. I grasped one of her calves and wrapped it around my waist, anxious to feel her all up and down my body. I needed her naked and against me, all of me, now.
With both of her legs wrapped around my waist, her ankles locked above my bare ass as I held her head in my hands and moved slowly, trying to contain the raging beast that wanted to unleash hell on her sweet body.
I groaned. “You feel so damn good. I can’t go slow for much longer.”
“Please, more.” She pushed her hands into my wayward hair and caught my eyes. “I want all of you.”
My heart sped with her words and my mind fritzed. Could she be any more perfect? Was she brought to the front step of my library by God himself to please me? An angel or a devil, or a small mix of both, I was sure.
“Elle—Elle,” I repeated her name as my hips took on a more sporadic rhythm and I felt her body relaxing into me, allowing me to push farther, deeper, longer. “Jesus.” I choked on the word as I bottomed out inside her, holding myself still as long jets of cum coated her walls. My heart pumped and my breathing racked. I held still, feeling the quakes in my thighs down to the tips of my fingers buried in her dark waves.
“Maxwell, I’m not on birth control,” she whispered, and instead of sending me running out the door, my heart fucking rattled in my chest with hope and joy.
“Well, that’s an interesting turn of events, isn’t it?” I grinned as I collapsed onto her body, my head tucked against her neck.
“Should I go shower or something? To make sure I don’t…get pregnant?” A mess of dark waves flipped as she turned away from me.
I chuckled at her sweet innocence. “I don’t think it works like that.” I caught her chin and turned her back to me. “Plus,” I placed a sweet kiss across her lips, “I like me inside you.”
Thirteen
Elle
“What?” I asked, thinking I’d misheard. He rolled off of me, the slow drag of his thick erection sending delicious waves of pleasure through every strung out nerve.
“Ever since I saw you, I knew you were mine.” He kissed me, his hands roaming my skin, my breasts, my hair, and back again. “Knew you were mine to protect.” He kissed. “To keep.” He kissed. “To love.” He said the final word and my heart thumped harder than it ever had in my chest.
“Love?” I squinted, having heard those words before, but never quite believing them as much as I did now. When I’d heard them from silly high school boyfriends in the past, I’d figured it was only a means of getting what they wanted—in my pants—but now… What did I have to give Maxwell?