I never want this to end. I fight it off, wanting tonight to last as long as possible. If we can make love all night, I’d be happy, but Eli has no intention of delaying my orgasm. He licks and sucks the bundle of nerves until I’m panting incoherently. Then his finger enters me, curling up, and I fall to pieces. “Eli!”
A sheen of sweat covers my skin, and I fight to catch my breath. The aftershocks of my second orgasm seem to be unending. I hear him tear open the condom wrapper, and when I open my eyes, he’s braced above me.
I touch his cheek, and he kisses my nose.
Eli lines himself up, ready to enter me. “I need to be inside you. I can’t wait another second, tell me you want this.”
It’s more than want, it’s beyond that. I know that when we connect this time, it’ll be different. This is me giving him so much more than just one night. This is special, meaningful, and a part of my soul will forever be his. I won’t be able to brush this off, and I don’t want to. No matter what tomorrow brings, I know that tonight, he owns my heart.
“I want you. I want this. I want us.”
Eli fills me completely. My body, my heart, and my mind are consumed by him. The intangible connection that has been between us since the first moment, grows stronger, brighter with each stroke.
Our eyes stay trained on each other’s as we make love. It’s the most open I’ve ever allowed myself to be. There are no walls around us right now as we share ourselves. My every emotion is his to have and he shares the same gift.
I tip my hips back, drawing him deeper inside me than seems possible. Eli’s jaw clenches as he picks up the pace. “Baby,” he grunts. “Fuck. I can’t hold back.”
There’s no way this can be happening, but it is, I build again. “Don’t stop,” I request as my body pulsates with pleasure.
Eli’s hips slam into mine, driving himself harder. The sweat drips down his face, and his finger finds my clit. I close my eyes as I shatter apart, calling out his name as his release rocks though him at the same time. “Heather!” Eli yells and then collapses on top of me.
Moments pass, and I can’t bring myself to open my eyes as I feel him slip from the bed. He isn’t gone long, and when he comes back, he gathers me into his arms. Our legs are tangled together, my head rests on his chest as his fingers make patterns on my back. Neither of us say anything, we lie here, lost in all that just was.
In all my thirty-eight years, I have never experienced sex like that. It was truly two people coming together as one. We were one heartbeat, one breath, one moment in time where there was nothing other than us.
“You okay?” Eli asks.
“I’m more than okay. What about you?”
Eli makes a humming noise of contentment. I twist my head to look at his face. “That good, huh?”
His eyes open and he winks. “I’m pretty sure you’ve ruined me.”
I laugh. “You ruined me right back.”
It’s completely true. I’ll never recover from this night.
“Are you hungry?” I ask as his stomach growls.
“I’m not moving right now,” he informs me.
Works for me.
I rub my hand on his shoulder and sigh. “I like this.”
“Cuddling?”
“Cuddling with you.”
He chuckles. “You could’ve had this the first night, but you ran out.”
My cheeks burn, remembering the frantic way I threw my clothes on and rushed off the bus. “Because I had sex with you!”
“We had sex just now,” Eli reminds me as if I could possibly forget.
“So not the same.”
“We can’t go backward this time.”
I brush my thumb across his lower lip. “Please don’t make me care about you if you’re going to leave me.”
That is the bottom line to all my issues. When I care about someone, they’re gone. If I fall in love with him and lose him, I don’t know if I’ll endure.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
“Good.”
“So, was tonight better than the first time? Or do I need to go again to be sure?” His brow raises, and I smack his chest.
“Yes, Eli, your performance was stellar.”
“Medal worthy?”
I push onto my elbow, but he pulls me back down. “You’re such a guy.”
“I damn well better be. I’m pretty confident I just proved it as well. How many orgasms was that? Two?”
Three, but I’m not telling him that. His ego is already inflated. “You should know if you were gifting them out.”
“I’m like fucking Santa Claus, only I come every night with your presents.”
I burst out laughing and roll off his chest. He shifts so he’s braced over me and gives me a brilliant smile.
“You’re really lucky you’re so hot. If you keep saying shit like that, no woman is going to stick around.”
Eli’s emerald eyes pierce mine. “There’s only one woman I’m worried about right now.”
I smile, wrap my arms around his neck, and pull him in for a kiss. “Good answer.”
His stomach growls even louder than the first time. He pulls back with a different need in his eyes. “On second thought . . . what kind of food do you have?”
“How do you feel about junk food?” I ask.
I throw on Eli’s T-shirt and hop out of bed. I’m a closet junk food freak. There’s something about cookies that I can’t quit no matter how many hours I have to spend at the gym to burn off the calories. We make our way into the kitchen, grab a few things, and plop on the couch.
“No judging.” I point at him. “I like food.”
His hands rise. “None here.”
I take the first Double Stuffed Oreo out and twist the cookie apart. The obvious thing would be to lick the icing before eating the cookie part, however, that isn’t how I roll. Instead, I grab one of the Chips Ahoy cookies and place it between the two halves, making an Oreo and Chips Ahoy cookie sandwich. I like chocolate chip cookies, and I love the icing from Oreos—so, this is my perfect cookie.
Eli watches as I take a bite, a moan filling the silence. Heaven in my mouth.
“Did you just orgasm?” he asks with a throaty chuckle.
“Wouldn’t you like to know?”
I scarf down two more cookies that way without feeling self-conscious at all. Eli doesn’t make me feel guilty or as if I shouldn’t be eating these things. Matt would always remind me that I wasn’t in college anymore and my figure wouldn’t remain. Just another vast difference in them.
“Your sister looked good,” Eli says before he pops a chip in his mouth.
I nod. “Today was a good day, yesterday wasn’t.”
“Does she have more good than bad?”
I sigh and drop the Frankensteined Oreo I’m making. I wish I could tell him that she did, but the last few months have definitely been weighted toward bad. “Huntington’s doesn’t usually get better. It gets progressively worse. Because Steph was so young when she presented, we were told the decline would most likely be like falling off a cliff.”
Eli takes my hand in his, probably hearing the pain in my voice. “What does that mean?”