Page 18 of Worthy of Sunsets and Second Chances

I gasp when I take in his body, framed by the glowing, golden sunset behind him. He looks like a god sent here to ruin me. His powerful body cages me in and I feel his hard length pressing firm against my stomach. I am terrified of how big, long, and thick he is, how much this will hurt, but I don’t want to stop. I need Eli too much.

“Sweetheart, I want you every fucking way, but, goddammit, I don’t have a condom with me.” He growls in frustration when he realizes our predicament.

Biting down on my lip, I tell him, “It’s okay with me if we don’t use one. I, um, am on the pill and obviously haven’t been with anyone.”

“I’ve never not wrapped it up, I swear. And I’m clean, I’d never risk your health.” He caresses my body with his hands while his words pull at my heart.

“I trust you. I know I’m safe with you.”

“Thank you.” He presses his forehead to mine, pausing for a moment before he shifts again, claiming my mouth.

Eli takes full control. His massive body moves my little one around like I’m as light as a feather. I truly do feel so safe in his arms, it’s easy to give him my full trust—my body, my heart. He kisses me like it’s the first and the last time he will ever put his hands on me, making me feel desperate and painfully aware of the swelling in my chest.

He kisses a tingling trail down my neck, collarbone, and chest, nipping at the lace of my bra. Snapping the front clasp open with quick efficiency I don’t want to dwell on, Eli lets out an appreciative moan when he sees my small but perky breasts waiting for his attention. Humming, he sucks a rosy-pink nipple into his mouth, and I call out his name, fisting his dark hair, pulling him closer.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Give me all those little noises. I could probably make you come just from playing with these perfect tits, couldn’t I?” he wonders.

“I-I don’t know.”

“I’m too impatient to find out this time.” Eli continues his roaming kisses down to my belly button, hip bones, and the lace covering my pussy, which makes me jolt.

“What are you doing?” I ask nervously.

“Taking care of what’s mine,” he says and gives me a devilish wink, linking his hands in the sides of the lace panties and dragging them down my legs. He settles between my spread legs, kisses up my left thigh slowly, then the right. It’s pure torture that I never want to stop . . .

“HOLY fuckkk,” I exclaim when his tongue runs through my soaking wet center.

“Mmmmm, you taste so fucking good. I could spend the whole night down here,” he tells me, then he dives in . . . and he’s merciless. Sucking, licking, pulsing his thick, strong fingers into my aching, tight pussy. Stroking places I didn’t even know existed in the most unfathomable way. I am a writhing mess, and when he is three fingers deep and sucks my clit into his mouth I can’t take it anymore. My orgasm engulfs all my senses, and I feel a pulsing pressure and a gush near my already drenched center.

“Oh fuck yes, sweetheart.” Eli grins up at me and then looks back between my legs.

“What happened?” I blush, hating that I have zero experience and know so little about what my body can do when it’s in the right hands, apparently.

“You just squirted all over me, and it was the hottest fucking thing I have ever experienced.” He crawls up over me, pressing his massive cock against my ready and eager pussy.

“I didn’t know I could do that. I thought it was a myth.” I try to cover my face with my hands.

Eli cuffs my hands in one of his and puts them above my head. Kissing him deeply, I taste myself on his tongue. “No myth, sweetheart. And we are gonna try and see if you can do it again. This time with my cock buried deep inside you.”

“Ohmygod.” His dirty talk is so hot.

“Ready?” Eli checks in on me, and I nod.

Slowly he starts to push forward. Inch by inch I take him in. The stretch is pain and pleasure. I want less and more. I need it to be fast and for it to last forever.

“Just do it. All the way, please,” I beg him. I want to get past this first part.

“Eyes right here, on me, Kendra,” Eli demands, and I give him what he asks for.

I moan at the intensity.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he says as he slams home the rest of the way, bottoming out and stealing my breath. It takes me a minute to adjust, to blink past the pain, but once he starts to move, it’s like nothing I could have imagined.

“Oh, yes. Eli, please don’t stop.”

“You are . . . so . . . fucking . . . tight. Choking my cock like it was meant for your pussy, aren’t you?”

“Yes, yes . . . I am s-so close.” I cry out, a tear slipping down my cheek.