Teach Me Sweetly

by Abby Gale

  We watch each other for a while. No one dares to say a word. Reaching to his face, I caress his cheek and move down to his jaw. His neck. I graze his skin with my nails, tracing the lines of his tattoos on his pecs and his arms. As my hands move over his skin, I watch every muscle contract beneath my touch. His breathing accelerates as I slip my hands down his abs. His body is so strong and muscular, and looks like art with all the tattoos, but my simple exploring touch affects him so much it's visible. That gives me power, satisfaction, and I feel strong.

  “Evangeline,” he rasps, holding my hands still on his abs.

  "Don't just fuck me. Make love to me, Elijah," I whisper, and his eyes shine brightly with admiration. He looks at me like I'm the most beautiful, the most important thing ever. I'd fall for him that moment if I hadn't already.

  Slowly pushing me back to the bed, he kisses me. When our lips separate, he peels the swimsuit off the rest of my body. As I lie naked in front of his eyes, I wait for him to touch me, kiss me, do something, anything; but he only looks at me.

  “You're so beautiful. Simply stunning,” he whispers. Bringing his hand on my chest, he slowly caresses my skin with his knuckles.

  I wriggle as he moves his hand over my breasts to my stomach. I hold my breath when his fingers circle my navel.

  “I can’t stop looking at you,” he says. His eyes are on fire.

  His knuckles continue their journey lower. Every nerve on my body is on alert when his fingers graze the sensitive skin between my legs. I moan in protest when he doesn't move closer to where I need him the most. Instead, he shifts his focus to my legs. Lifting my legs over his shoulder, he shows the same arousing attention to my legs, from my hips to my ankles. I giggle and try to push him away when he tickles my feet, but my giggle dies in my throat, turning to a hungry moan when he places my legs on the bed and coming up to kiss me.

  “You take my breath away,” he whispers against my lips.

  Wrapping my legs around his waist, I kiss him with all the need and passion inside me. We don't fight for dominance; instead, we just surrender to each other, letting our hunger control us.

  His lips move to my collarbone, sucking the spot that makes me dizzy with pleasure before reaching my right breast and peppering my skin with kisses. His soft tongue laps my areola before he sucks my aching nipple into his mouth. His other hand palms my other breast, increasing the stimulation my body is having. The suction of his mouth reverberates right on my clit. I'm throbbing with need. My whole body is craving it. My moans get louder with each second his mouth is on me.

  “Elijah, please. I’m burning,” I pant.

  Lifting my hips from the bed, I rub myself on his hardness.

  “Soon, baby. Soon, I promise,” he says. His voice is rough as he controls his need.

  “I don’t want to wait. I need you,” I moan. Desperate to feel him inside me.

  He growls and sits back on his heel. Grabbing my ass, he lifts me to his face.

  I cry out with the surprise and sharp pleasure I feel when he puts his mouth on my pussy. He licks me from my entrance to my clit, sucking my folds in his mouth, making me delirious with sensation. I feel the tightening in my stomach, the pleasure rocketing from my core to every cell of my body. When he sucks my clit into his mouth, I see stars behind my closed eyelids. My breath hitches in my throat, and I come on his face with a silent cry.

  I've never felt something as intense as this. I've never thought there's a pleasure this strong. He circles my clit slowly with leisurely strokes with his fingers as I catch my breath. Every touch from him stretches my orgasm. In that dreamy state, I feel him open and close a drawer before leaving the bed to stand at the end of it. His gaze burns every inch of my skin with the hunger in them as he slowly gets rid of his swimming shorts. Licking my lips, I watch him stroke his cock and roll a condom over his impressive length.

  Placing his knee on the bed, he comes closer to me. Kissing, nipping and licking his way up my body until he hovers over me. I feel his cock at my entrance. And with his eyes pouring into my soul, he thrusts into me.

  “Oh,” I gasp. There is no way I can form another word with the fullness of having him inside me.

  I clutch to him as my body tries to adjust to his size. I feel him everywhere, stretching me, filling me. My breath leaves my lungs with both pain and pleasure.

  “Fuck,” he grits out. “Evangeline… are you a virgin?" he growls as he tries to control himself to hold still. His face tense, his eyes close tightly, his teeth dig into his bottom lip.

  When I finally feel myself accept him, I whisper, “No. But I only had sex once.”

  “You're so fucking tight. Damn baby, nothing has ever felt this good,” he whispers, peppering every inch of skin with kisses.

  With a smile, I hold his head in my palms and make him look at me.

  “Move.”

  He doesn't need me to repeat it. Slowly, he starts to move and even though there's a mild pain it only intensifies my pleasure.

  He keeps his pace slow, but every push feels even deeper than before. With every thrust, I feel us connect more. I now understand what he meant by saying it's not just sex for him. This thing is so much more than sex. I can feel it in my soul. It's like at this moment, my world moves on its axis.

  As pleasure keep building inside me intensely, I force my eyes to stay open, so I can watch him. He keeps his gaze locked with mine, even though our eyes roll back from time to time as the euphoria pulls us under.

  "Eva," he breathes out, and I know he's close. As close as I am.

  "Come with me, baby," he rasps, and I feel my body unleash with his words.

  My body throbs, my toes curl, my back arches, and he's the only anchor who keeps me on the ground as I fly and glide over the clouds.

  He keeps chanting my name over and over again as his own release shakes him. With one last breath, he turns us over, so I'm on top while he's still inside me. Lying on his chest as we both catch our breaths, I finally feel complete.

  20

  Elijah

  I watch Eva as she sleeps in my bed like an angel. Nuzzling her neck, I kiss her shoulder and slowly get out of the bed. After a quick shower, I head for the kitchen to prepare her some breakfast. I dial the main house and ask for a few things. I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this kind of luxury. Everything is made ready for us. Like a silver spoon ready to be in our mouths.

  When I hear the tap on the door, I open it and come to face with angry looking Jake. I frown.

  I try to take the tray he carries, thinking he must be grumpy because of that, but he refuses to hand it to me.

  “We need to talk.”

  My frown deepens, but I nod and walk outside. We sit on the chairs at the porch. I wait for him to talk, but the silence stretches between us. He keeps looking around with an uncomfortable expression.

  “What is it, Jake?” I finally ask.

  He sighs and clears his throat. “I saw you. In the pool…” he stops talking, looking embarrassed. Shaking his head, he finally starts over. “Look, I know Eva since she was just a little child. I was here when his brother died. She was such a sad kid. And she was alone.” He takes a deep breath. “I care for her. She’s like a sister or even a daughter to me.”

  I let out the breath I didn’t even know I’ve been holding. I don’t know why I was tense, but… I don’t know... Thinking him see us, see her almost naked in my arms sends a rage so bright to my veins.

  "Elijah, she's hurt so much. She's still hurting because of her parents. If you’re going to cause her more pain, just stop. She deserves to be happy. Don't play with her," he says with so much sincerity and warmth, I see him in a different light.

  “I’d tell you to fuck off, that this isn’t your business, but it’s clear how much you care for her. So, just know this, I’m not going to hurt her. She’s not a plaything for me,” I say seriously.

  He gives me a curt nod. “Okay. And if you hurt her, you’ll have to deal with me. Yo
u know that, too.”

  I smirk. “Fair enough.”

  I see the amusement in his eyes, and he fights with a smile, but he only nods and stands up to leave.

  I guess that’s the way he’s given us his approval.

  We spent all morning being young and lazy in the bed.

  We even had our breakfast there. We took a nap. We showered. And got dirty again and again, needing another shower. We should've gone out or done something fun, but instead, we found ourselves back in the bed, naked and cuddling.

  I've had my share of women, but no one has ever made me crazy like Eva. No one has ever made me feel whole like she did. She's ruined me for everyone else, and the truth is I can't even think of anyone else in my life after today.

  She's it. I know it. I can feel it in every fiber of my existence. If there's such a thing as soulmates, she's mine.

  Drawing random circles on her back as I smell my shampoo on her hair, I ask, “What's your plan for this lovely Saturday, Miss Faye?”

  She rests her chin against my chest and looks at me. “I don't know. I'm enjoying what we're doing,” she says, giving me her seductive smile.

  Grabbing her ass, I pull her closer to me. “Let’s keep doing it then.”

  She giggles. “No. Give me a break. I don’t think I’ll be able to walk.”

  I laugh, but my laugh dries when she traces my tattoo over my pecs. Her finger brushes my nipple, causing my dick to stir under the covers.

  “These are all quotes,” she discovers. I smile, she didn’t have time to really focus on them while we were blinded by our need for each other. Her nail grazes the delicate lines of the script.

  "It does not do to dwell on dreams and forget to live," she reads the quote. Tracing the curves like the image of a crystal ball, she continues “To the well-organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.”

  I swallow the lump formed in my throat when I remember why I tattooed these words. "I was in a bad headspace when my brother… when I lost him. I locked myself in my room and read every book I had on my shelf. And those words just… I don't know, touched me I guess."

  She hugs me, and even though my heart still hurts like the first day, her affection makes it easier to smile.

  Her voice is just a whisper as she asks, “When did it happen?”

  “Six years ago. But I haven't accepted it yet, I guess.” Even though I try to sound nonchalant, my voice sounds dark with my pain.

  “Tell me about your brother,” she says softly.

  "He was always so mature. He knew what he wanted from life before he even started high school. But he was also fun. Best memories I have are always with him," I stop when my voice cracks. Eva strokes my hair softly, and it eases the storm inside me. "He was my hero," I whisper.

  "I wish I could meet him," she whispers, and I catch one teardrop escapes from her eyes.

  “I wish the same, baby,” I whisper. “But I know he would love you. He would see how crazy you make me.”

  She blushes and keeps caressing the Atlas that carries the Earth on my left pec, so she doesn't meet my eye. I take this opportunity to change the subject. "Are you done with your probing yet?" I ask with a chuckle to lighten up the moment.

  She smiles. “Not even close.”

  “It was not the thorn bending to the honeysuckles, but the honeysuckles embracing the thorn," she reads the quote written to form a rose on my arm. "Wuthering Heights," she murmurs and moves to the next.

  “Her coming was my hope each day, her parting was my pain; the chance that did her steps delay was ice in every vein," she reads and doesn't say anything for a while. I watch her caressing the birdcage holding the words in.

  "You're such a romantic," she finally says, and I laugh.

  "This is such a clever idea," she muses, determined to touch every script tattooed on my flesh. The skulls, flowers, angels, and devils... She lifts and twists my arm from time to time to read every quote that scribbled into those random shapes. I chuckle at her interest.

  “How did you come up with this idea?”

  “I wanted to have just quotes, but I’d look like a walking book. So instead, I decided the things I want to have on my body, shapes everyone will see from afar and filled the insides with my favorite quotes.”

  “That’s very clever!”

  “Thank you,” I smile and kiss the crown of her head.

  “The eagle behind your back is the same?”

  I nod. She looks at me expectantly, and I sigh. "Do you want me to turn around."

  She nods, and I shake my head as I lie on my front.

  “It’s huge,” she breathes out.

  I chuckle. “You’re so good for my ego.”

  She hit my shoulder as a protest before straddling my back.

  “Do you want me to be your pony?” I tease her.

  But she shushes me, “Shh, I’m reading.”

  “No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart," she reads one of the lines tattooed on the eagle's wing. Her finger moves to the spine of the bird, grazing my spine at the same time and sending a shiver through my body. "I felt a haunting loneliness sometimes, and felt it in others — young clerks in the dusk, wasting the most poignant moments of night and life," she continues reading with her breathy voice and somehow, the quotes sound so much better than I remember. I feel him lean down on my back. "This is melancholic. I like it," she whispers to my ear.

  Reaching back, I caress her leg. Her tits pressing on my back, her breath tickling my neck. The warmth of her body surrounding mine. Lifting myself on my elbows, I keep hold of her and turn my back to see her. “The Great Gatsby,” I finally say.

  Her breathing gets faster when our bodies align just how they should be, but she clears her throat. “I haven’t read it. Why that one?”

  I sigh. "I didn't grow up with wealth, Evangeline. My dad worked so hard for us, and we barely had enough even then. I worked at wherever I found a job as soon as I was old enough to work. In my teenage years, I always dreamt about being rich. But then, I noticed it's not what's important. I realized that the American dream is just an illusion. What's important is the people around you. And that book is kind of the starting point that made me see that."

  She looks at me lovingly, and I know she understands. She may be the first person that will understand me truly. Leaning into me, she kisses me slowly. When our lips separate, she licks her bottom lip.

  “So you’re telling me, this gorgeous body of yours is the result of hard work?”

  I smirk. "Yes, but I'm lazy since I came here." Lifting my hip, I add, "Maybe I should work out more."

  She rocks her hips against my already hard dick.

  With my hands on her ass, I help her move on me.

  “When I first saw you in the bar, I thought you were such a bad boy,” she says in a breathy voice, touching her tits as she keeps rubbing herself on me.

  I smirk. “And now?”

  “You’re a good boy who looks like a bad boy,” she says, her words are followed by a moan.

  Lifting her a little, I tease her clit with the head of my cock.

  "Maybe I'm a good boy when it comes to a certain school girl with a gorgeous body," I murmur and push into her. And just like that, we find ourselves in another chase of euphoria.

  Her stomach growls as we spoon. We're both tired and satisfied with the hours of the morning workout. I see the clock on the nightstand shows 5 pm. Our need and hunger for each other were too much we didn't even think about food once since we entered the house.

  "We should eat," I murmur with a chuckle. "Do you want to go out? We can eat a late lunch or even dinner somewhere," I ask, placing a chaste kiss on her swollen lips.

  God. Sex suits her. She looks even more ravishing.

  “We can't go somewhere in here. Everyone knows everyone in this neighborhood,” she says.

  “I don't care what anyone thinks, but we can stay or go somewhere else if you prefer,”
I offer.

  She shakes her head, but her eyes lighten with an idea.

  “Actually, there's somewhere I'd like to go. With you.”

  In an hour, we shower, get dress, chuck down some cereals and jump into my truck.

  “Okay, Miss where to?” I ask with a grin on my face.

  “West.” I have to admit I'm not surprised with her answer.

  As we maneuver in the streets, I rest my hand on her thigh. She wears very short jean shorts and a light blue boy shirt over a tank top and her boots. She looks so beautiful and sexy, I know it'll be a challenge to keep my hands away from her.

  We stop by at a small deli and fill the baggage with every kind of sandwiches they sell and continue our short trip.

  We stop in an open field. People have gathered around. Music fills the air, and there's a big bonfire set up in the middle. I see familiar faces I've seen before in The Sanctuary.

  “What's this?” I ask Evangeline.

  “The people in here do monthly bonfires. I've never come to this event. Never dared to.”

  “Why?”

  “They always told me to bring a friend if I wanted while inviting me. I didn’t want to show up alone. But, I didn't have someone to bring with me.”

  “Until now,” I say, lifting her chin up so I can kiss her lips.

  “Until now,” she smiles at me and pulls me closer to the bonfire.

  “Hey, Eva. You finally came,” a young girl hugs her.

  “Hi, Moon,” Evangeline smiles shyly. “We brought some sandwiches. Where do you want us to put them?” she asks.

  “Eva… you didn’t have to bring anything,” Moon says, smiling gratefully.

  “I know. I just wanted to,” Eva says.

  "Okay. I know how you are," Moon says and turns to me, "We have a big table where we put drinks and snacks on."

  With bags in my hands, we head for the table. Eva helps me unpack the bags and put them in some order only women can figure out.

  Moon grabs two red Styrofoam cups from the stand next to her and hands them to us.