Page 25 of Stay With Me

The air between us thickens, I don’t notice Cara until she clears her throat. “Your bill has been taken care of, but stay as long as you like.”

Her lips curl into a smirk as she leaves, wishing us a good night.

“That was nice of someone,” Elise murmurs, her eyes bright as she watches me.

“It was, but let’s head out. No need to give the town more to talk about,” I reply, sliding out of the booth.

Our drive home is charged. We don’t say much, but as we get closer to home, Elise starts shifting in her seat more. I catch her gaze a couple times, my dick hardening when I see the heat in her expression.

Pulling into the garage, I lurch to a stop beside her car. I yank my key out of the ignition and am out of the car before she’s even unbuckled. Opening the door for her, my entire body feels electric as she brushes past me. The bang of her car door is loud in the silence of the garage as I follow her into the house.

Her movements are methodical as she hangs her bag up and puts away her shoes. Maybe I misread the energy in the car. I put my shoes away.

As I straighten, she’s suddenly in my arms, her lips on mine.

Groaning, I grab her hips and lift. The fabric of her dress bunches around her hips as I pull her into me. Elise moans softly as she presses against my erection. Her tongue strokes mine as she grinds her hips, her fingers running through my hair.

The fog of arousal in my head clears enough that I start moving. Elise moves her lips to my jaw and down my neck, pressing herself as close as she possibly can.

My body is thrumming as I kick my bedroom door shut, crawling onto my king-sized bed, laying her down. Her hair fans around her. Her lips curve into a sultry smile, eyes heavy with arousal.

Capturing her lips with mine, I press into her. Kissing Elise, having her beneath me, is beyond my mediocre fantasies. The way she smells, her eager responses. The quickening of her breath. Everything about her surrounds me, there is nothing beyond her. The feeling of her body. All of my senses are centered around Elise.

Her hands slide up my arms before running down my back. Straightening, I pull my shirt over my head, wanting her hands on my skin. We’re crossing every line today and I want to savor the moment. It may be the only one we have.

Elise sits up, her dress and bra following mine to the floor, leaving her only in her black lace panties. Groaning, I take in her peaked nipples. The perfect roundness of her breasts begs for my hands. She lays back down, her eyes hooded as she watches me, waiting. My eyes devour her as she’s spread out beneath me, so close to completely bare but not close enough. I want to explore her entire body. My hands stroke the soft skin of her waist before moving to her breasts, massaging the perfect mounds. She arches up into me, those expressive green eyes never leaving my face.

Holding her gaze, I lean down to capture one hard bud, sucking and licking until she’s writhing beneath me. I move to the other one before kissing my way down her body to the barely there fabric covering her sweet heat.

The idea of waiting to see her, taste her, any longer is unbearable, my hands pulling the fabric down her legs and tossing it to join the rest of the clothes on the floor.

Groaning, I stroke a finger over her, my cock throbbing at how wet she is. “Fuck, you’re perfect.” My words are guttural. We haven’t spoken since we got in the car, but I can’t keep silent anymore. Moving back up her body so I can look directly into her eyes, I practically growl, “Are you sure?”

Instead of responding, she reaches down, grabbing my erection through my boxer briefs and stroking. Her grasp is firm, sure, and if I lacked self-control, I’d be coming in my pants.

Grabbing her hand, I kiss her palm when she starts to protest. I stroke my finger through her wetness, moving it to circle her clit. The sound of her moans is erotic and everything. Pushing her thighs apart, I settle between them and stroke my tongue over her.

She tastes better than I ever imagined, and I lose myself in her, like a man who’s starving.

“Young Jae…” She moans my name, the sound almost more than I can bear. Hearing my name from her lips in this moment, as she explodes around me, there will never be another person for me. I was delusional to think I could ignore my feelings forever. She’s the only one I’ve ever truly seen.

I rip my boxers down my legs, positioning myself between her thighs. Grabbing myself, I stroke the head through her wetness, barely able to restrain myself from thrusting in when she lifts her hips into me.

Pulling away, I lean to the bedside table when her voice, thick with arousal, stops me.

“I have an IUD. And I’m clean. I’ve never…” She pauses. “I want to feel you. I need to.”

Fuck.

All my restraint evaporates, I thrust into her in one quick motion, unable to take it slow. Her pussy clenches around me and I move. My lips find hers, our tongues moving as we flow together seamlessly. It’s never been like this, passionate but somehow more. The feeling of being inside her is incredible. I’d be lying to myself if I said I hadn’t fantasized about this, but it’s better than I ever thought. The only thing that overshadows it is what it’s doing to me to be with her like this after longing for more our entire friendship.

Her body quivers, my movements becoming jerkier as we both climb to the edge and fall over, her moans and whispers of my name piercing me as I come.

Collapsing onto my forearms, I brush a strand of sweat soaked hair from her forehead. Smiling, I brush my nose against hers. The nerves I thought I would feel at crossing this line are nowhere to be found, her expressive eyes telling me this meant as much to her as it did to me.

“Perfection,” I whisper, kissing her softly before pulling out. Rolling to lay beside her, I start to protest when she gets out of bed. “Where do you—”

Elise laughs. “I will be back.”

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