Every word this man said had the ability to destroy me. His honesty blew me away. Eli didn’t play games; he said what he felt, and I could deny him nothing.
I reached down, fisted his cock, and using his shoulder as leverage, pulled myself up. Positioning the head at my opening, I wrapped both arms around his neck and lowered myself slowly. The fat head breached my opening, and I bit my lip. Oh shit. He was hot and hard and so damn thick.
He bucked, a shout exploding past his lips. Gripping my hips, he thrust up, slamming me down at the same time, filling me to the root, like he’d reached the edge of his control and flown over.
I cried out and dug my nails into his shoulders. He was so damn big, stretching me to my limits. I dropped my head to his chest, breathing through it, the pleasure-pain firing through me. That’s when I realized he’d gone completely still. Apart from his chest and the pounding of his heart against mine, he was like stone beneath me. I lifted my head, and his eyes were screwed shut, teeth gritted.
“Eli?”
“I’m hurting you.” He shook his head. “I’ve never done this before… I’ve never…and I’m hurting you.”
Oh God.
“Look at me.” His eyes opened, and what I saw nearly killed me. The man was so damn conflicted, and hating himself for it. I placed my hands on his shoulders, fingers brushing the side of his neck, and circled my hips.
He exhaled heavily on a low moan, his massive, sinewy body rolling up to meet mine. “I can’t… I can’t stop…”
“I don’t want you to.” I leaned in and kissed him gently. “You’re so big, Elijah. I just needed a minute to adjust. But you feel so good. The sweetest ache I’ve ever felt.”
He licked his lips, biceps jumping under my searching hands. “Couldn’t bear it if I hurt you.”
“You didn’t hurt me. Can’t you feel how wet I am?” I circled my hips again.
He cursed. “And tight, darlin’. So goddamn tight.”
Grinding down, I gasped when he went deeper and tightened my arms around his neck so I could rock against him. “Feels good, doesn’t? Only you do that to me. Only you make me this way.”
With how I was straddling him, my feet unable to touch the ground, all I could do was move my hips against his, grinding and rocking. We both needed more. I kissed him. “Lift me,” I whispered against his lips. “Use me. Use me to get off.” I rolled my hips again. “Fuck me, Eli.”
“God, you want that, don’t you, Abigail?” Those big, rough hands cupped my ass. “You want me to fuck you, take you?”
I tried to move my hips, but he was holding me still. “Please.”
He snapped then, a growl exploding from him, and he lifted me effortlessly, bringing me back down. We both groaned.
I didn’t need to give him instruction after that because he took over, took what he wanted, bringing me down on his massive dick over and over until I was a mindless, shaking mess. His heavy stare never left mine once, watching me, growing more intense, wilder. We were slick with sweat, panting, grinding, kissing.
I couldn’t take it another minute, and at the same time never wanted it to end. My climax was hovering just out of reach, teetering on the edge. I grabbed one of his hands and pressed his fingers to my clit. “Rub it, please. Please let me come.”
He did what I asked. Rough-skinned fingers expertly sliding over my slippery, swollen clit. “Do you need me to take you there, beautiful girl?”
At his question, my sex started pulsing. I whimpered, using his shoulders again to keep us sliding against each other, while he continued to work me.
I knew he could feel it, because his expression turned fierce. “That’s it. Come around my cock, Abigail.”
He’d never said anything like that before; hell, he’d never said my name like that before, and for some reason, that’s what tipped me over the edge. That gritty voice, filled with sex and need, saying my name.
I screamed and rode him through it. His hand moved from between my legs and returned to my hips, then he took control again, slamming me down and at the same time thrusting up into me. He began to shake and groan, cock pulsing relentlessly as his hot come shot deep inside me, setting off wave after wave of exquisite aftershocks.
When he was done, I dropped my head forward, resting it on his shoulder. His hand was on my back, that fine sandpaper skin of his moving over mine, making me tingle all over.
Turning my face to the side, I tilted back, looking up at him, feeling more nurtured and cared for in that moment, in Eli’s arms, than I ever had. Running his fingers through my hair, brushing it away from my face, he stared down at me.