There wasn’t exactly cuddly afterglow after up-against-the-wall sex. And she’d already derailed his big plans for the date enough. “I thought you wanted us to do dinner?”
“Exactly. That was only the appetizer.” With a wolfish grin, he spun her sideways into a fairy-tale hold, her knees draped over one arm. Although those fairy-tale princesses were never depicted half undressed with their bare asses hanging out. “I’m going to feast on you for the main course.”
He carried her down a short hallway to his bedroom. Her heart triple-time fluttered the entire way. Elias set her gently on the bed. He tugged on a chain that turned on the overhead chandelier. Oh, nothing grandiose like the rest of the palace. It was rustic, wooden, and curved and looked like it came straight from Gaston’s tavern scene in Beauty and the Beast. Kelsey had time to stare at it while Elias disposed of the condom and stripped off his clothes.
More importantly, she stared at him as he bent over to riffle through a nightstand drawer to pull out another three condoms and place them strategically on the pillow. Naked, the man was stunning. All hard planes and bulging muscles. His legs and arms were covered in a light mat of hair a few shades darker than the near-stubble on top of his head. It in no way covered the definition in his calves, the thick thighs, and arms that she already knew possessed remarkable strength. If she saw Elias on a beach, he’d be gasp-worthy.
Alone, full of anticipation of the whole night ahead of them, the sight of his utter manliness made her toes curl.
A dark strip of hair ran down his rippling abs to a penis that appeared to have rebounded in astonishingly record time. Kelsey sat up to trace the line with her nails. But she only made it halfway before she remembered the jeans locking her knees and sort of fell over sideways.
“Crap. I swear I’ve got sexier moves than this,” she said, wriggling them down her legs.
“Stop.” Elias lifted her hands and kissed the backs of them. “You’re a present, my treasure. Let me unwrap you.”
So. Romantic.
So. Swoon-inducingly. Romantic. The man actually treated her as if she was a treasure, worth untold value. Elias made her feel so special, so…seen and understood and valued.
“I’m all yours,” she said simply, dropping her hands to the forest-green comforter.
He slipped off her shoes and socks…and then kissed along the tender and sensitive arch of her foot.
He slipped off her jeans and panties…and then kissed up her calves, stopping to do something swirly and special behind both knees.
Then Elias straddled her, and that eyegasm almost happened for real. He was just so big up close. Big and brawny and with an overwhelming sensuality in the way he touched and kissed and stroked. Like every part of her and every part of him had been declared an official erogenous zone. Like being naked with her was wholly comfortable and second nature.
Like he thought this night was every bit as sublime as Kelsey did.
“Feeling good?” he asked, pulling her shirt over her head.
“That’s an understatement.” Kelsey rubbed her palms in circles over his pecs. “I’d like to be feeling more of you.”
Lips in the crook of her elbow, he said, “How about we make that the theme of round three?”
Oh, a very acceptable compromise. From beneath half-lowered lashes, she asked coyly, “Will that be tonight?”
“Definitely. Or possibly round four, as I’ve still to taste you properly.” Elias tossed her bra into the corner. He paused to stare with raw longing at her exposed breasts. Her nipples puckered just from the heat of his gaze. “I don’t believe your uncomfortable heels will be the reason you can’t walk straight tomorrow.”
Stroking and circling and caressing, the man made love to her breasts. Up and up and up higher, he whipped her into a frenzy of need. Kelsey’s head whipped back and forth on the pillow, and the sounds coming out of her mouth were very much un-princess-like. When he paused to roll on a condom, she stopped him.
“You’ve got to let me do this. I’ve got to touch you.”
With a nod—one of those nods he gave all the time that she’d never see the same way again—Elias presented himself, hands flat on his thighs. Kelsey hitched herself up to a sitting position. At the first, tentative stroke of her index finger down his velvety length, he gulped in a breath. When she did it a second time, he twitched forward, seeking more of her touch.
After that, she couldn’t linger, as much as she wanted to learn the path of every vein. Because neither of them were going to last much longer. All Kelsey would allow herself was a soft, sucking kiss on his very tip, savoring the salty tinge to his skin. Then she rolled on the condom.
The moment the rubber snapped against his root, Elias sprang into action. He shifted his knees to the insides of her thighs, and then pulled her legs up and over them, which lifted her ass and positioned her exactly at that long, glorious penis. Blue eyes piercing her with their intensity, he entered her. Slowly. Then pulled almost all the way out, just as excruciatingly slowly. The lack of speed focused Kelsey on all of her already inflamed nerves. It ratcheted up her pleasure to a level she hadn’t even expected.
He kept going, oh-so-slowly, eyes never leaving hers. His arms were columns of steel as she restlessly stroked her hands up and down them.
“Elias?”
“Yes, my treasure?”
“Us…against the wall…that was fantastic.”
“Agreed.”
“This? What’s happening right now? There are literally no words—at least not in my language—that would be enough to describe it.”
Laughing, which rippled those amazing belly muscles and brightened his whole face, he said, “Who needs words?”
In another display of strength that shocked her, Elias gathered her into his arms so that she was mostly sitting up, only canted away from his body a bit. Then he took her mouth in a hungry, possessive kiss. It matched the driving way he all of a sudden picked up speed and pistoned into her.
Kelsey clung to him, absorbing his heat, his desire, his urgency. Her approaching orgasm spiraled ever closer. It was entirely in Elias’s control. She was merely a passenger on this ride. And wasn’t that incredibly freeing? To not worry about performing and just let herself be caught up in the vortex of pleasure? This was his gift to her. One that she hadn’t even known she’d needed.
She scored her nails down the taut muscles of his back, relishing the growl it drew from him. He tipped forward just a bit, holding her at what felt like an impossible angle. But that angle also shifted him deeper. Ground him harder against her clit. And shattered her into sheer satisfaction.
At exactly the same moment, Elias’s kiss turned into a long, deep moan that she swallowed as he shuddered to completion.