Page 72 of Defending Love

Twenty-Eight

Dani

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When I awoke Sunday morning, I expected to be alone. While it was only a little after six in the morning, Eli was still present, his breathing steady. I wasn’t certain if he’d been up and working throughout the night. By the time I closed my eyes for the night, Eli had kept his word, his tongue, lips, teeth, and hands all working in tandem to bring me to an earthquaking orgasm.

That wasn’t the end.

We lay for a while, his arm around me, and talked. For the first time, it wasn’t about Dad or his murder. It wasn’t about Sinclair Pharmaceuticals. He asked me more personal questions.

What was my favorite color?

How old was I when I knew I wanted to be a chemist?

Favorite childhood memories?

It was refreshing and intimate. Sometimes, I’d recount stories as I lay with my shoulder and face on his hard chest, swirling his chest hair with my fingers.

It wasn’t all one-sided. I asked Eli questions, too.

At first, he seemed reticent to give more than a few-word answers, but in time, he opened up. He told me about his decision to join the military. His father had been a marine. Eli felt compelled to follow in his footsteps. Guardian Security came after his final tour. He said he hadn’t been looking for security work to be his profession; Benjamin Clark sought Eli out.

He'd been with Guardian for nearly ten years.

A question I’d never before thought to ask came up. I asked how old he was.

Elijah Rhodes was eight years my senior.

Looking him in the eye, I giggled, telling him he was the oldest man I’d ever slept with. That was apparently the encouragement he needed to show me that he definitely wasn’t too old. That round was slower with more touching, but the climax didn’t disappoint as we came together, filling the air with our sounds of pleasure.

“Good morning,” Eli said, rolling and covering me with his arm.

I wiggled my behind against his front. “Good morning.”

“If you keep doing that, I don’t think I’m going to allow you to leave this bed.”

“Allow me?”

He nodded, his warm breath blanketing my neck as kisses peppered my shoulder.

With his morning erection probing my lower back, I didn’t want to leave the bed.

I gasped as Eli shifted my legs, impaling my pussy. Arching my back, I wiggled to accommodate his size as his hands caressed my breasts. His rhythm began slow and gentle. In and out. As the speed increased, so did his ferocity. The friction brought my body to life as the heat within me built.

I couldn’t think of a better way to start a day.

We rolled until I was up on my knees. The room filled with primitive sounds, noises that men and women have been making since Adam and Eve. High notes from me and baritone notes from him. They were our chorus, the refrain that one could listen to forever and always.

My orgasm came like the building of a pressure cooker. Higher and higher until I collapsed onto my stomach, Eli falling to my side. I lifted my head, meeting his green gaze for the first time this morning. “I was surprised to find you still in bed.”

He kissed my nose. “You’re hard to leave.”

“I think you were the one who was hard.”

“I was,” he said with a grin. “And you are soft.” He ran his palm down my spine and over my behind.

Closing my eyes, I exhaled. When I opened them, Eli was still looking at me. “What?”

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