by Daisy Jane
Twisting my thighs together as inconspicuously as possible, I tilt my head in the moonlight. “I know last time you brought a significant other to Trevvor’s, it went awful. But Eli, I understand what this means to you. I understand this is one of your things. I would never say or do anything—”
“I love you.”
He presses his palm to the top of my hands and weaves our fingers together that way. My heart slams against my ribs as heat grabs hold of my vision.
“I love you, Sloane. And I didn’t want to tell you at Trevvor’s because I didn’t want you to feel on the spot or anything. And you don’t have to say anything back. I just… I wanted to tell you.” He exhales and his hand tightens around mine.
“I love you, too.”
His head jerks to the side and his eyes go wide, “yeah?” he says with something like surprise in his tone.
“Yeah.”
He stills, as if he’s not sure he believes me. “You don’t have to say it back just because I said it and I—”
“Eli. I told your mom weeks ago that I fell in love with you but I didn’t know how or when to tell you.”
“Yeah?” he asks again, a forced husky tone to his voice. And through the moonlight I can see his eyes are moist.
“Eli, yes. Of course, I love you. I love you so much that I feel a little crazy sometimes. Like, I want to be with you all the time and I want to know what you’re thinking and feeling and whenever something interesting or funny or dumb happens, I want to tell you. And I love your family, too.”
I squeeze his hand before we find another across the console, a wild and frantic kiss to seal the three most important words we could say to one another. His fingers hold my face as he sweeps his tongue through my mouth repeatedly and I moan as he tastes me.
“Fuck,” he exhales against my lips. “I was really nervous to say that.”
It is insanely flattering to hear that he was nervous to say those three words to me.
“Okay, you seriously have to stop being so romantic and amazing if we’re going to go to Trevvor’s. Because these panties aren’t made of steel, babe.”
Reaching between my legs with his eyes trained on mine in the dim cab, he swipes his pinky through my slit, over my thong, then pushes his finger past his lips. “Just a little taste to hold me over,” he groans, before reaching behind my seat, leaving his arm there as he backs out.
“I said no more sexy stuff!” I squeal, my eyes fixed on his suit-covered arm behind me.
He chuckles. “I’m not doing anything.”
“Men backing out. The reach and look. It does something to us women. And you’re doing it.”
He shoots me an electric wink that sizzles through my core. As we drive, he holds my hand, every so often pressing a soft kiss to our woven fingers.
Outside of the distillery, he smooths the hair from my face and leans down, kissing my cheek. My face lifts to meet his but he only kisses my cheek.
“I’m glad you’re here tonight, Sloane. The first of many.”
“The first of many,” I repeat, feeling the truth of his words in my heart.
Epilogue
Eli
“You think?” she scrunches her nose in that fucking adorable way she does when she’s unsure. It wrecks me. It makes me want to kiss it, then take her mouth and… yeah, that’s how it goes with Sloane. Even the most casual of expressions and touches usually leads me to this place. The place where I want to fuck her hard and make love to her slow, all at once, where I want to scream to the world how much I love her, when I want to whisper in her ear exactly how I feel.
She makes me feel it all. At once. All the fucking time.
“I know,” I say, biting into my In’n’Out Double-Double. After the tasting at Trevvor’s, we went to get some of the best burgers on the West Coast. Sloane nibbles on her animal-style fries and swings her bare feet off the side of the picnic table. It’s nearing midnight, and the only other people in the parking lot are drunk college students.
Sloane is currently surprised to learn that everyone at Trevvor’s fucking loved her. Adored her. I didn’t need to read body language, though it was there in the form of open arms and smiles. At one point or another, it seemed like each member pulled me aside or side-mouthed their adoration for her.
It surprises and angers me when Sloane learns how much people like her. Surprises me that she can’t see what a wonderful woman she is and angers me that her no-nutting ex let her believe it. She’s so insanely beautiful with her pouty lips and that mane of natural blonde wave. Her curves are subtle and her laugh is fucking contagious and addictive. I love how engaging she is with everyone. Like she’s never met a stranger and she truly immerses herself in conversation, making whatever the person is telling her about her only focus. It’s unique these days and from the moment I saw her in the kitchen with Bastian and Bodhi, I could just fucking feel she was different.
She’s special.
“Well,” she says, dragging a fry through the ketchup mixture. “I’m glad because I was nervous.”
I lick stray ketchup from the corner of her mouth, kiss her and pull back. “You didn’t seem nervous.”
I know when my girl is nervous. She’s fucking adorable when she’s nervous. Stumbling through her words, fidgeting with her hands, changing subjects with a nervous laugh. It’s fucking cute and even her nerves make me hard. But I didn’t see that side of Sloane tonight. Not once.
“As soon as you got up there and started talking, your voice it just,” she shakes her head and laughs, waving a hand in front of her as she goes for another fry. “Never mind.”
“No, no, you can’t never mind. I’m invested in this sentence. When I started talking, my voice… what?”
She licks her fingers and crumples the paper napkin. Slowly, she sips from the drink while giving me a teasing side eye. “Well,” she says finally. “It makes me feel so horny that all I can think about is you. Therefore, nerves have no room.”
I snort, because it’s also insanely refreshing how honest she is with her feelings. And let’s face it, it always feels good to hear you turn your girl on.
“How about right now, does hearing my voice right across from you in the dark parking lot of In’n’Out turn you on?” I take a big of burger and smile, food peeking through my teeth obnoxiously.
She presses her wrist to her mouth and laughs. God I love her laugh. It’s so light and her eyes turn up, full of life. The way she does a little puff of air at the end of a laughing jag, like it’s a little promise to herself to get it together. I fucking love it.
She nods with a proud tilt of her chin. “Yes, actually. Even with that mouthful, yes.”
I swallow my bite and take a drink from our shared cup.
“We should do something about that then, shouldn’t we?” I say, feeling the seriousness of the moment creep up on me. A moment ago it was playful, but her adorable little laugh and watching those delicious curves in that dress all night? I’m at my limit. One more smile and I’ll have that dress at her waist over the side of my car in public, I fucking swear.
Her eyes grow hazy because my look is familiar. It’s not the first time we’ve been having a seemingly harmless date only for me to suddenly need her.
“Done?” I tilt the wax dipped paper tray up.
She nods yes, licking her lips.
“Get in the car,” I say, all playfulness gone.
She’s on her toes when she reaches up, pushing the suit jacket down my shoulders as hard as she can. I help her, shimmying slightly. It falls to the floor where both pairs of our shoes already are. Joining the jacket and shoes are my belt, my dress shirt and her entire dress. We’re stripping at the fucking speed of light the moment we’re home. Shit, we’re still next to the front door by the time I’m unzipping my slacks and she’s reaching behind her to unclasp her strapless bra.
“Wait—” I reach out and she freezes. The bra is white and lacy and I can see her peanut-butter-colored nipples throu
gh the fabric. I bend down and lick over the lace, making her little nipple perk up. Her fingers trace up either side of my neck as I tongue the valley between her breasts, making it to her collarbone. Peppering kisses all over her chest and throat, finally my lips are back on hers. I can’t even let this girl get undressed all the way without needing to touch her, kiss her, feel her soft skin under my rough hands.
“We need to go upstairs, Eli,” she moans as my tongue discovers the sensitive place behind her earlobe. She moans as I nibble her skin, sweet and warm, and I can feel blood rush to my eager cock, further hardening it. Reaching down, she cups my bulge over the dress slacks and I groan, wrapping my arm around her waist, pulling her into me.
“Eli,” she giggles breathlessly against me. “We need to go upstairs.”
I drop my knees in front of her, looking up long enough to take a mental picture of just how fucking sexy she looks right now. Flush chest, swollen lips, hair tangled and wild from getting caught in my stubble. Her eyes are big and sparkling and her tiny fingers digging into my shoulders act as an accelerant to the fucking insane need inside me. I find the strap of her thong and tug it down her legs, leaving her almost completely naked, right by the front door.
“Eli,” she says, her voice less playful now. It’s raspy and weak, and I know she wants me to do what I’m about to do, despite the lazy protests to move her somewhere more private.
“You know what to do, baby,” I say, stroking two fingers painfully slow up her inner thigh. She trembles to the delicate touch and my cock presses hard against the inside of my slacks. God I can’t wait to sink myself into her tight, sweet pussy and fuck her so slow, for so long that I think I’m going insane before I fill her.
But right now, I’m doing one of my favorite things.
Eating her to orgasm.
Because when we got together, I promised her we’d make up for lost time. She’d never had a man in her life who could make her orgasm any way she wanted. Not until she met me at least. Now I spend all my free time worshipping Sloane and her perfect, sweet little pussy. Her cries of pleasure, her moans of need, her breathless exhales of hunger—it’s fucking music to my ears.
She puts her bare foot on my shoulder, the way I like to taste her, and leans back against the wall. She’s exposed to me this way, completely and when I look forward, I see she’s glistening for me already. I drag my pointer finger down through her wet seam and she whimpers to the touch, one hand reaching out and stroking my scalp.
The first pass of my tongue up her slit makes her cry out, and it sends the first rush of precome to the peak of me. This suit is definitely going to need to be dry-cleaned. I seal my lips over her swollen clit and suckle at it until she’s going insane, pulling my hair and grabbing at my shoulder, her other hand wildly attempting to grip the wall behind her.
When I know she’s close, I curl two fingers inside of her and slow my mouth down, taking the gentlest and calmest tastes of her. The tip of my tongue barely grazes her clit and it drives her so wild, I love it. I could watch Sloane writhe under my mouth all god damn day.
“Eli, yes, yes, yes,” she moans and I tunnel her wetness with my fingers, my lips now kissing her clit repeatedly. “I’m going to come Eli, don’t stop, don’t stop…” And right as she starts to come, I suck her clit into my mouth and nibble gently while my fingers slowly tunnel her, in and out, over and over. It’s the way she likes it most and I know this time is no different, as arousal drips from her pussy down her thighs.
When she’s made it out the other side of her orgasm, I kiss her inner thighs and set her foot back down to the floor. But only for a moment though because then I toss her over my shoulder and take the stairs two at a time.
Running upstairs with a hard on isn’t fun, but running towards my bedroom with my smoking hot girlfriend on my shoulder towards my bedroom? Worth running with an erection, completely.
I set her down once we reach my room and after I’ve stepped out of my slacks and boxer briefs and turned the lights off, I see the silhouette of Sloane’s body on my bed, on all fours.
Getting on my knees behind her, I smooth my palms over her narrow shoulders and follow the length of her spine, finally ending up at her ass. “Fuck, baby, your body feels so fucking good,” I tell her, pushing my hips against her bare ass, my cock falling between her cheeks.
“I can feel that,” she giggles, looking over her shoulder at me. Our eyes meet and it’s the little flutter of her eyelashes that does it.
“On your back,” I tell her and then within a moment, I’m over her, spreading her legs open with my knees, arms by her head, caging her in.
She weaves her fingers through the back of my hair and my eyes go shut, adoring the feeling her doing that. All of her touches are soft yet so weighty, making me fucking feel things. All the things.
Like how much I want to marry this fucking girl.
Dipping down, I take her mouth with mine and kiss her hard. I reach down and guide my cock to her wet little opening and start easing into her.
The first time I had sex with her was in missionary. And it felt emotional. The entire time we had sex, I knew it was making love and I was pretty sure she felt the same. Now, whenever we have sex in this position, it always becomes intimate. To a level that I didn’t know I even wanted.
I never thought of myself as the guy who wants to whisper shit during sex. I didn’t know I was a man who wanted things whispered to him, either. But those big beautiful eyes staring up at me from the middle of my bed, the way her hand trails so gently up and down my sides as I fill her.
It stirs this emotion up inside of me. The love I feel for Sloane rises up to the surface when I fuck her like this, every little bit of it oozing out of my pores. I want her so fucking bad that it actually hurts my heart.
Sinking myself inside her until our bodies are flush, finally, I feel like I am where I’m supposed to be. Buried inside of the woman I love, just the two of us. I kiss her forehead and down the bridge of her nose before finding her lips.
We fit together so well. She rises off the bed just a tiny bit, I roll my hips, adjusting my weight from one elbow to another as I change the angle with which I tunnel into her. The closer she gets to orgasm, the higher her knees rise up and when’s she’s about to come, she always, always, always, kisses me on the mouth.
It’s something she does no matter the position. When we have sex, she says, she wants us to kiss on the mouth when we orgasm.
So we do.
Seeing her in that dress tonight, looking like a god damn princess, having her meet the people I hold near and dear to my heart, showing her off then kicking back with In’n’Out after… She’s down for anything and she makes me so fucking happy no matter what we’re doing.
Tonight, as I fuck her slow and give her my cock easy and deep, the way she likes it in this position, I feel different.
She warns me she’s close to coming, panting, scratching at my back, her knees to her chest as my cock swells and throbs inside of her.
Another thing we always do is come together. It’s always me waiting for her to get there because god damn if I don’t want to bust after the first minute I’m inside her every single time.
“Are you ready?” she nods, her eyelids heavy as the orgasm rides through her lower half. “Oh god, Eli, I’m coming, I’m coming, so hard, I’m coming.”
The words leave her lips and I still, my orgasm tearing through me as I press my mouth to hers. I groan into her mouth as I erupt, over and over, giving her every fucking drop of me. I love the way her pussy tightens around me takes every drop, too.
The kiss lasts until I’m going soft and it feels like neither of us want to pull away. Her hands are on my face and she lifts my lips off of her.
“Eli.”
She’s still out of breath, her cheeks flush in the streetlight sweeping through the room from the window.
“Sloane.”
I’m going to marry this girl.
The End
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