Page 24 of Staying Selfless

We both let out an audible whimper, finding a month’s worth of relief in just one kiss.

His lips are warm and soft, just as I remember, but there’s so much more meaning behind the act.

Eli’s hand finds the side of my face, tucking my hair behind my ear and keeping it there. When his tongue meets mine, he and I let out matching moans from the sensation but needing so much more.

After some time of slow and steady, taking in every moment, Eli breaks away from me, his forehead resting on mine, and our ragged breaths swirling between us.

“I missed you so much, Logan,” he says, not even trying to hide the fact that he’s emotional tonight.

“I missed you too, baby.”

I can’t explain how it feels to be here with him right now. I know I’m still broken, but there’s a little part of me that seems like it’s being put back together.

Dipping my hand under his shirt, I graze his warm skin, skimming over every crevice of muscle as I wrap my grasp around his hip and pull him to me.

He catches on as he rolls over, hovering over me, my legs spread on either side of him. He keeps himself up on one elbow while the other hand cups my face, continuing to explore my mouth with his.

My hand dips into his waistband, finding him as Eli inhales sharply from the contact. I free him from the restraint of his joggers as Eli looks down to the space between us, then back to my eager and wanting eyes.

“Baby, we can’t,” he says in a not-so-convincing tone.

“Please, Eli. I missed you.”

“Logan, you’re sad right now. I’m sad right now. We shouldn’t,” he adds as he battles internally with himself. “You still need time, I can tell.”

“Make me forget. Take it away for just a moment.” My eyes plead with his. “Please.”

His face searches mine before his hand dips into the waistband of my pajama shorts. His fingers graze my clit until they find the wetness pooling between my legs. Finally, Eli’s head falls to my shoulder in defeat.

Cupping his face on either side, I force him to look at me. My green eyes dart between his brown ones. “Love me,” I plead. “Please.”

“I don’t have a condom.”

“I’m on the pill.”

“Since when?” His head jerks back, completely surprised.

“Since last month. When I went back to California, I saw my regular doctor because I needed her to send my records to my new doctor. I had her fill me a prescription.”

Eli’s eyes quickly dart between mine, and I can tell I’ve won the battle that we both wanted me to win.

He doesn’t hesitate before reconnecting our lips with much more fervor than before. My hands tug at his pants, pushing them down as his do the same to mine. We get each other undressed with urgency, Eli’s shirt slipping over his head, revealing his toned torso and inked arm.

I wrap my arms around his neck, bringing him as close to me as possible, needing him as I always do. His lips find my cheek, my neck, and my collarbone, as my skin flushes from his attention.

He kisses almost every inch of my body as if he’s saying hello after being gone for far too long.

Eli looks back up to me, holding eye contact as he grasps the base of his cock. The tip teases against my clit before he pushes into my center.

Our mouths both gape from the sensation, neither of us able to look away from one another. Feeling all of him, like I never have before, is incredible. His bare skin on mine, without a barrier between us, especially after being away from each other for so long, is indescribable. Euphoric really.

He moves in rhythm, taking his time, every roll even and slow.

“More,” I request as my hands grip his lower back, trying to pull him into me.

“No, baby.” Eli searches my eyes. “Tonight, I want to go slow. I want to feel all of you.”

I agree with a nod, knowing this is what he needs. Eli can love me any which way he wants, and it’s always more amazing than the last.

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