Page 18 of Dauntless

His nude body was a sight to admire in the stream of light seeping through the slats of blinds. He was athletic and strong from head to his feet. An attractive, tempting display of male physique. My body reacted, but it wasn’t just the way that he looked that drew me. It was Elliott. I never had to try with him. We just naturally synced. Even so, that didn’t make me go straight to him.

Call it stubbornness or shyness, but I went to the opposite side and climbed in drawing the cover over myself. My anger and disappointment had lessened. Still, I settled in on the opposite side of the bed. I found the mattress firm and the sheets, which smelled like him, comforting.

“You probably think that was easy; it wasn’t.” His voice was graveled. “I hated having to do that. I hate hurting you.”

I breathed out. “I understand.”

“I wish you did, sweetheart,” he whispered.

My heart ached at his sadness. I tried to put myself in his shoes and could only imagine the stark loneliness he endured in having to make hard decisions as an agent. I thought about the man I was coming to know. How hard it must be to have to live outside of one’s life for extended periods of time. It would be hard for any relationship to handle that.

I turned over and laid on my side facing him. I didn’t want to push him away. He accepted me as I am. I wanted to do the same. Even though Elliott remained on his back, what laid between us disappeared when I laid my hand on his chest—the distance completely evaporated. His large hand covered mine, and he pulled the back of it to his lips, That brought on the spark, and we quickly caught fire.

There was no structure or control; need drove us. We needed to get closer; we needed to touch every inch of each other.

He yanked off my top, and I wiggled out of my shorts. We kissed hard. His hands kneading my breasts, his mouth nibbling on my erect nipples, then soothing with long strokes of his tongue. I whimpered, running my hands through his hair, pulling back to kiss over his face down to his chest, the cut planes of his abs, down to the hard muscles of his thighs.

He watched as he gave me free reign and I relished it. The heat of his body under my hand; the fresh spice of his body gel, and the smell beneath that was his natural scent. I moaned. Everything about him was stimulating. I went as far as attempting to tease him, keeping my hand away from his cock, which had swollen, until he gripped my hand and closed it on his hot shaft.

He was hard and throbbing in my hand as I stroked up his shaft and moved my thumb over the spongy head, it was wet with precum. He rocked into my grip, then took my shoulders and flipped me over, grabbing my hips to take me from behind.

With every roll of his hips, I rode, moving, pushing him to fuck me harder, faster. Elliott's hand came down hard on my buttocks, it only made me push him for more. I moved faster, wanting him rougher.

He pulled his cock out and placed me on my back. “You’re too much.” His voice was all pleasure. He was enjoying it. Enjoying me. I wanted to please him.

I opened my legs to take him, and with one long, hot thrust he was deep inside of me. “Am I hurting you?” He asked.

“No,” I replied greedily. He wasn’t. “I need more.”

“Finger your pussy while I fuck you,” he commanded. He took my hand and moved it from his shoulder down between my legs. He put one of my fingers inside of me, and I gasped loudly when he then thrust in.

My head fell back, “Oh, my God.”

He leaned down to my breasts, taking a taut nipple between his lips and sucked. Turning to my other breast, he tugged my nipple between his teeth.

I wedged a second finger into my pussy, and I felt the pressure of his thick cock as he thrust to fuck me even harder.

“Oh, yes,” I moaned as I finger-fucked myself. He gave shallow bucks of his hips in time with my hand as I stroked myself. My core was tightening, and I was nearing my brink, but I fought off my orgasm. He gripped my hips tighter as we moved together at a frenzied pace.

Our bodies were slick with sweat. We slid against each other.

Arching. Pushing. Pressing as hard as we could against each other.

Even this joining didn’t feel close enough.

I didn’t want this to end, ever.

He went even deeper, making me accept more of his cock, the stretch was incredible. The fullness below my waist made it impossible to focus. I was so close.

“Eyes open. Look at me.” He demanded. His words were a harsh rasp.

My eyes darted over his taut face to please him. His jaw muscles bulged, the tendons in his neck strained. His eyes’ liquid blue fire ignited me. We burned together.

My breath shallowed as my body tightened. I was aching with the need to come. So in tune with each other that Elliott could feel it.

“Come with me, sweetheart,” he groaned.

I was almost there. With each thrust of my fingers, my pussy contracted more. Fingertips were biting into my curves; he wrenched me up to the tip of his cock. He hovered just as I hovered on the brink of my climax. When he descended, pushing me back onto his cock, his seed erupted. Grinding up into me, his head fell back, and a bellow burst from his chest. His cock rippled inside as I spasmed around him. Feeling the first shot of his hot cum spurt into me, my core clenched. I threw back my head and screamed, “Elliott.” I shuddered and jerked, gasping as ecstasy took control of my body.

My breath was stolen in a deep kiss as he held onto me as if I were in danger of falling.

Truly in his arms, I may have fallen.

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