Page 158 of Becoming Selfish

My head falls back to Eli’s shoulder, my knees buckling from the sensation, but he keeps me held upright.

“Hold this here,” he instructs as he leaves the shower head in my hand, pulsing against my clit, while his fingers enter me again. He’s using two this time, as a warm up for what’s to come, and it feels absolutely incredible.

His free arm wraps around my waist, holding me up, because I certainly can’t do it on my own right now.

“Oh my god,” I cry out as the stream beats against me in combination with Eli’s touch, my legs turning to Jell-O from the pressure of both.

I’ve gotten myself off in the shower this way before, but now with Eli’s fingers in the mix, the sensation is almost too much.

“Are you going to come, baby?” Eli asks. Though, I think he already knows the answer to that question, thanks to my shaky limbs and contracting abdomen.

Biting my bottom lip to stifle the cries, I nod my head to tell him yes. I reach above me, wrapping my arm around his neck, needing to steady myself.

“Logan, are you going to come?” he asks again, his wet lips brushing against my cheek.

“Yes,” I cry out. “I’m going to come,” I whimper as Eli’s devilishly mischievous lips graze against the side of my face.

I pull the shower head away from me because, quite honestly, the pressure is too much, and I feel like I’m going to combust, but Eli isn’t having it.

“No, baby. Keep it here.” He moves my hand back and even closer to my clit, causing the water pressure to assail my already sensitive nerves. My legs begin to shake, and my entire body tightens. I fall forward, but Eli secures his grip around my waist to hold me up as I unravel and cry out his name. He holds onto me as I ride out my orgasm, letting it rip through my entire body.

“I could watch you come all night.” Eli presses himself against me, reminding me how hard he is right now. Removing his fingers from me, he takes the shower head that I dropped in the heat of the moment, and places it back into its bracket before setting me on my feet again. My breathing is ragged, and my heart is pounding from both that glorious orgasm and the perfect image of the naked specimen standing behind me.

I turn around to face him, my chest heaving, as the water continues to wash over us.

“I want you,” I remind him, staring into his warm brown eyes.

I can see him searching my face through the stream, most likely looking for any hesitation or second thoughts, but there aren’t any. I want this. I want to do this. I love this man with everything I am, and he’s exactly who I’ve been waiting for.

Eli presses his lips to mine as he reaches behind me, shutting off the water. His muscular body lifts mine with ease, carrying my soaked frame to his bed. I’m drenched, and so is he, not that either of us gives a shit, as he lays me on his mattress.

He peppers my neck and chest, biting and sucking, then licking to ease the sting. The smooth skin of his erection slides against my thigh as he continues his mouth’s assault. He works his magic down my body as he pushes my bent knees towards my chest and presses his tongue against my sex.

My head falls back to the bed as my eyes screw shut from the sensation. He feels fucking amazing as he always does as his tongue flicks against my clit. Somehow, I feel like I might come again already as Eli’s masterful mouth teases me.

“Eli,” I manage to say between heavy breaths, trying to tell him I want him inside of me. I attempt to pull him up by the forearms, but he stays put between my legs.

“I know, baby,” he says against my aching center. “I just need to make sure you’re nice and wet first.”

Eli peels his dripping body off of mine and walks back into his bathroom. I’m warm with anticipation and absolutely fucking soaked as he comes back into the room with his joggers in his hands. He reaches into the pocket and pulls out a foil packet before tossing his pants to the side.

My breathing hitches when I see the condom.

Okay. This is happening. This is really happening.

When Eli comes back to the bed, he leans down and places his warm lips on mine. His kiss is sweet and caring, full of love, calming me down.

He climbs on the bed, nudging my legs with his knee. I generously open them as he holds his body up on his elbow, hovering above me. He looks down at me once again, his eyes quickly scanning my face before I lean up and press my lips to his. He smiles into my mouth as I remind him that this is what I want.

Eli tears the foil packet with his teeth, keeping his gaze on mine the entire time. I watch as he takes the condom in the space between us and rolls it on.

He leans down and finds my mouth with his, parting my lips and allowing his tongue to explore mine. He cups my face and slides his hands into my wet hair as his feverish kiss continues. The silky condom brushes against my hip, causing my body to shudder. Eli breaks our mouths’ connection as he leans his forehead against mine, our eyes remaining closed as the panting breaths swirl between us.

“Are you nervous?” He whispers.

I don’t feel like I can speak, so instead, I nod my head against him.

“I’m nervous too,” he admits as my eyes shoot open to look at him.

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