Page 81 of What It Means To Be Found

As I covered my almost painful erection, I watched Eloise adjust herself on the bed until she was on her hands and knees, grabbing one of my hands and bringing it around to her breast, and making me fold on top of her back.

Jesus Christ, Eloise’s ass was phenomenal like this.

“You ripped my panties,” Eloise shrugged, “We’re doing this how I want first.”

Say less, Eloise.

It wasn’t until I started teasing her nipple and kissing the back of her neck that I glanced up and realized what position she put us in. I was supporting myself on one arm and my knees as I folded over her back, when I met her eyes on me in the mirror hanging from the sliding doors of her closet.

Eloise wanted to watch us.

Eloise wanted to watch us have sex through the reflection of her mirror.

I was confident that I fell in love with her right then and there.

I grinned, loving the way her breath shuddered as I gently licked the shell of her ear and I kept my gaze on hers through the glass. Her ass pressed against my erection in the neediest way I had ever witnessed from her.

“I need you,” Eloise confirmed, her gaze growing glassy as I lowered my hand from her breast to the bundle of nerves between her legs, “Please.”

I positioned myself at her center, releasing a shocked breath at how hot and wet she was still. I had one hand gripping her hips, while the other one flicked against her clit, as I slowly started to stretch her out around me.

It was insane how tight she felt.

Eloise’s head fell forward as she groaned from my intrusion, and I was genuinely worried that I was going to explode before I even made it all the way inside of her. I used my index finger gripping her hip to tap her skin a few times, making her lift her head enough to meet my gaze in the mirror like this.

She wanted to watch, so she was going to watch.

It was probably the slowest I had ever entered a woman, but it was also the most satisfying. I could see each emotion and watch every gasp with every inch as I sunk deeper into her. Eloise looked so petite like this, my large frame bending over her as I consumed her. Just as she was consuming me.

Once I was finally seated inside her as far as I could go, I held still for her to get used to me.

Because she one hundred percent needed to get used to me.

I wasn’t confident I’d ever let her go.

Her flushed cheeks and chest, the glaze over her eyes, and her heavy breathing made it incredibly difficult not to pound into her immediately.

Then, unexpectedly, Eloise released a surprised giggle.

I had no idea what was funny, and I raised an eyebrow at her in the mirror for her to explain herself. “It’s just,” Eloise giggled again before taking a deep breath, “I was just thinking about how convenient it is that I don’t really need to be able to walk tomorrow.”

Jesus Christ.

I pulled back slowly, before roughly slamming back into her again. Her gasp sounded positive, but I waited for her to nod her head at me in the mirror before I continued. She was so tight around me I could feel every subtle flutter and clench that she made. The fact that she seemed to be pushing back against me, meeting my thrusts, was making me lose my fucking mind.

But I was a prideful man, and I was determined to get one more orgasm out of her before I lost it myself.

I reached around her hips and started gently circling her clit again, and the feminine noises of approval made my already beating heart threaten to race out of my chest.

“I don’t think I can…” Eloise’s head fell forward again, but her words only made the competitive side of me rise. Based on how she was already occasionally fluttering around me, I had a feeling that she could.

I released her hip and used that hand to wrap around her stomach, pulling her up so that her back rested against my chest, and both of our knees were on the bed as I thrust into her. Her grip on my forearms was tight, and it only motivated me as I dropped my head and gently bit down on her shoulder.

“Oh my god,” Eloise whimpered in time with a firm clench around me. I could feel her body starting to stiffen in my arms, her lips parting in shock as her eyelids almost fell completely closed.

I knew she could go again.

“…C’mon,” I breathed, my lips right against her ear so that I knew she could hear my raspy, damaged voice. I ignored the burn that I would feel in my throat for a while after this because no way in hell was I using my hands to communicate when they were busy pulling Eloise apart, “…Give it to me.”

---