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“So, does this mean we are officially an item now?” I tease, trying to keep the mood light yet earnest about what I want this to mean. “Can I set up a man cave somewhere?” I add, half-joking but also scanning the room for potential.

We talk about everything and nothing. The conversation flows effortlessly, like we haven’t just spent weeks apart. As I listen to her laugh and watch her speak with such passion, I realize just how much I have missed simply being with her. It isn't just about the physical connection, as electric as it is. It’s moments like this—simple, quiet, real. This is what I have craved– just being together, sharing mundane moments that somehow feel significant. As much as I can’t wait to touch her again, to reaffirm our connection on every level, I know that will come in its own time. Right now is about more than the sex or the thrill, it’s about this. Just being together, building something lasting.

Ziggy has pulled me back from the brink and shown me a life that can be about more than hockey. She started doing that the moment I met her. As I look around at our new home, a new beginning, I know that whatever challenges we will face, we will face them together. And that is all that matters.

Chapter 51

As the last slices of pizza disappear and the box lays discarded to the side, we remain seated on the cool hardwood floor of the new townhouse. Our new home. I have a hard time even believing it. We sit together, enveloped in the soft glow of the overhead lights. The hours have flown by as we catch up, our conversation meandering through weeks of missed experiences, shared dreams, and quiet confessions.

It feels like we are stitching the frayed edges of our connection back together, each word and laugh drawing us closer than before. It’s as if we are rebuilding our understanding, reinforcing our bond through every shared story and hopeful plan for the future. As I lean back against the wall, watching him talk with animated gestures, I realize how much I have needed this—just us, reconnecting, no distractions, making up for every moment we had lost.

There is an ease between us now, a comfort in our silences as much as in our words. The mood shifts slightly as Elliot looks around, his gaze taking in the empty spaces of the townhouse before settling back on me. "Were you serious about this being our new home?" he asks, his voice tinged with hope, but cautious, not wanting to push too fast.

I nod, meaning every bit of my next words. "Move in with me," I say, my voice steady, revealing the certainty that has been growing in my heart.

It isn't just an offer. It is an invitation to share not just a space, but a life. His reaction is immediate and full of relief. His laugh, a sound that eases the lingering tension in the room, fills the space between us. He deftly pulls me into his lap, his arms encircling me in a warm embrace, the fusion of homecoming and our future forged together. As I nestle closer, feeling the strength of his body against mine, desire curls warmly within me. My lips find their way to Elliot's neck.

The atmosphere between us grows charged as we kiss enthusiastically, our hands exploring each other with a familiar yet frantic urgency. I straddle Elliot's lap, my legs wrapping around him, feeling his erection grow beneath me. I want him so badly. I can't stand it. He pulls my shirt over my head, freeing my chest, barely breaking our kiss.

"Take your shirt off," I tell him, rubbing my hand up and down his chest.

When he goes to pull the fabric off his body, I take my nipples between my fingers, playing with them as I grind my center into his lap. Elliot's hands roam, his touch igniting trails of fire along my skin. With practiced ease, he flips me onto my stomach, his lips tracing a tantalizing path from my neck downthe length of my body, pulling my leggings from my body as he goes.

His kisses are deliberate, each one a promise of the pleasure to come. He pulls my hips up, pressing my chest down with his hand before rubbing it down my back. He pauses at my center, his breath warm against my heated skin.

"Did you miss me?" he whispers hoarsely, his fingers teasing up my thigh, drawing a shudder from my core.

His words, heavy with raw desire, echo in the quiet room, heightening the anticipation of his next move. His mouth descends on my cunt, and I can feel him all over me, leaving nothing behind. I look back behind me, over my shoulder, as I watch Elliot work. His eyes darken as his tongue plays between my folds. I missed the feeling of his hand and lips on me.

"Fuck, oh fuck” I say, squirming into his mouth. "You feel so good, Elliot."

He slaps my ass before removing his tongue from my pussy and flips me over. He finds my mouth, kissing me, plunging his tongue deep, making me taste myself on his lips. I am wound so tightly that I need more. I thrust my fingers into his hair and press his body back down my body to my center, encouraging him to finish what he started. With a delicious smirk that I can feel through my entire body, he sucks my clit between his lips. Elliot's strong hands press down on my thighs, holding me in place as he works his tongue in and out of my cunt, his nose pressing into my clit. Elliot's skilled tongue works its magic, drawing a rapid climax from me as waves of pleasure cascade through my body.

As I lie there, breathless and quivering, he looks up with a glint of determination in his eyes. "I'm going to destroy you, ruinthis perfect pussy, making it mine forever," he growls, his voice husky with promise.

Then, his fingers replace his tongue, tracing and teasing with expert precision, pushing me to the brink of ecstasy only to pull back just as I am about to tumble over. Each stroke is meticulously calculated, keeping me suspended in a torturous state of near-release. Hours seem to pass as he edges me repeatedly, each cycle intensifying the desire pooling deep within me, building toward an inevitable, overwhelming release.

Every touch, every kiss, is charged with the pent-up longing and the raw need we had suppressed. "You don't get to come again until it's on my cock, Anatife," he breathes out, his fingers still curled along my inner walls.

"Please let me fuck you so I can finally breathe again," he growls, his urgency piercing my soul. "Without you, life just isn’t as sweet…. I need to hear you say it."

I want nothing more than to feel Elliot's cock deep inside me again.

"Please, fuck me. Let me come. Ruin me," I say, through the buildup he is eliciting from my pussy.

Right as I am so close, he pulls his fingers from my center, dripping with my arousal. He sits upright, pulling me back onto his lap so that we are chest to chest. His mouth finds my breasts, claiming them. His teeth pull at one nipple while he plays with the other with his hand.

He adjusts his body so that we are perfectly aligned, encouraging me to take him. As I press slowly down his hard length, Elliot's hand moves up my body to my face, pulling me into a deep kiss as I adjust to his size. As I start to move upand down his cock, I grasp onto his throat, squeezing slightly, using it as leverage, a lifeline to him. He drops one of his hands to circle my waist, squeezing and tightening around me. Encouraging me to unleash myself on him. His other hand roams my body from my face to my ass, thrusting me onto him, to build my own release.

"Come for me," he grits out as I ride him.

I start to chant his name, slamming my body harder into his. With his hands around my ribs, my nipple in his mouth, he makes my insides clench around him, the orgasm shattering through my body. My toes curl, and my fingernails dig into his neck. I lose all sense of control as the pleasure flows through me. He slows down, thrusting into me as I catch my breath.

Without leaving his space inside me, Elliot rolls on top of me while kissing me over and over as he moves, kneeling over me as I lie back. He plunges into me again, pulling my leg to the side, holding it tight to his chest. His dark eyes are dangerous with desire as they watch as his cock moves in and out of me. I have no time to come down from the high of the first orgasm before he has me chasing another one.

The tightness in my center builds again, tighter and tighter than before. His movements are deliberate and intense, each thrust designed to bring us both to the brink. "I want you to come so hard your head explodes and you see stars," he growls.

With one hand he grabs my breast and with the other, he works my clit, circling and circling around the sensitive bud. His body presses down closer to me. His eyes find mine and our faces are inches apart as his movements become sensual, slower, and more romantic. His mouth meets mine as we both try to pull as much as we can from each other. We make out like teenagers.His cock still slipping in and out of me. My inner walls start to flutter as he shifts on top of me. Pressing my legs into my chest, his cock plunges deeper. There is a level of pleasure I have never felt before as he pounds into me. Our faces are still inches apart, and I’m unable to look anywhere other than deep into his eyes. His movements have me screaming out, words escaping me, edging me closer to another release.

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