Page 53 of Estranged Heart
“I . . . We shouldn’t, here.”
“Yeah, I told myself that on the way inside, but then I saw you standing here looking as lost as I felt. Then I had this crazy idea that . . .” He sucks in a breath. “That maybe we could help each other find what we didn’t know we were looking for, like last time.”
He flicks his tongue between my lips. “Help me forget why I shouldn’t be here. Why I shouldn’t want you. Why I don’t want to be alone or keep living anymore. Make me forget everything but this.” His lips seal over mine and he dives deeper into my mouth, our tongues seeking out the other.
His hips thrust against mine, our hard cocks rubbing together. We swallow each other’s moans, writhing harder against each other until the clothes between us become too suffocating. He takes off my pants and underwear before tearing off his shirt. Unable to stop kissing me for long, his lips are back on mine while he undoes his jeans and drops them to the floor.
“Wait.” I press my hand to his chest, stopping his mouth from latching onto mine again. “I thought we were handling the easy stuff first.”
“We are.” He steers me toward the kitchen island. Grabbing my hips, he lifts me up onto the edge and lays me back, lowering his body with mine. “This has been the easiest part of my day. Now stay where you are so I can touch you and you can feel me.” His lips go from mine to my neck, traveling down my body. He licks along my crown and down the underside of my shaft. Moans crawl up my throat as he licks at my balls.
“I’ve been thinking about touching you here all day and hearing those pretty sounds again.” He lifts my legs and I gasp in surprise when he licks between my cheeks. It feels weirdand makes me self-conscious at first, but then he spreads my thighs wider, lapping harder at my entrance. Every part of me vibrates and my hole quivers as he pushes his tongue inside me, swiveling between my inner walls. His finger slides in beside it, giving his mouth more access. Adding another finger, he scissors them both inside me and his tongue darts in and out between the two digits. I’ve never known a pleasure quite like this and it hardly feels real. Elijah really is like a wonderful dream and I close my eyes to stay in it longer.
I thrash against the marble, pressing my ass to his face. He laughs, the sounds vibrating against my hole creating a new wonderful sensation inside me. “Such a needy hole. Works out perfectly, as it turns out. My mouth is just as greedy.”
I stretch around his spreading fingers and he spits inside me, getting me more wet. Squelching noises fill the room as he drives into me faster, and they sound so dirty but have me floating closer to the edge. I need more. He switches between driving me crazy with his fingers and his tongue, feasting on my hole like I’m the only sustenance he needs to survive.
“More,” I beg. “Touch me with more of you.” My eyes flash open, searching his.
He drags his tongue slowly along my taint, his eyes wild with lust. “You sure?”
“Yes. Please. Keep me in this place with you. Where I don’t have to try. Where we can both just be.”
He kisses his way up my belly and walks away for what feels like forever. I watch him as he grabs olive oil from the counter, and when he returns his fingers are already slick and dripping. “Condoms?”
I shake my head. “I haven’t . . . It’s been a year since I’ve been with anyone in that way, and it’s only ever been Stacey. I’m okay without it if you are.”
“Yeah. I haven’t been with anyone aside from my husband in a really long time and we were exclusive.”
“Then we don’t need it. I just need you.”
“If you’re really sure.” He slips a finger back inside me while stroking his cock.
“I am.” I squirm as he plunges in and out of me. “Please show me what else I’ve missed out on.”
He removes his finger, pressing the tip of his cock to my entrance. I take a deep breath as he pushes past my ring of muscle, working himself in slowly while circling his hips. “Still okay?”
“Mhm. Don’t stop.”
He keeps going until he’s bottoming out, my hole feeling overstretched and full. I hadn’t known if I’d be able to take him all the first time, but all the playing with my hole these last couple of days definitely helped me prepare, while also making me frustrated when I couldn’t get as deep as him. His cock is hitting more places than his fingers did and I can’t wait to have him move inside me.
“Still okay?”
“Yes. You don’t have to keep asking me. I’ll let you know if I need you to stop.”
He smiles, holding still inside me. “Okay. I want to be gentle with you, at least the first time.”
I grin. “Only the first time?”
“Sí. Only the first time. I’ll know what I’ve had after that, and will need you too badly to wait again.”
“Well, don’t be too gentle, and don’t be so damn slow either,” I snap.
He laughs, rubbing my inner thigh. “You’re turning into quite the bossy bottom. And here you’re supposed to be the one married to a woman.” He pulls out of me and slams back in, shaking me from the inside out. “Not right now, though. You’remine right now. Only mine.” He rocks his hips, fucking into me harder and faster.
“Yes,” I breathe out. “Yours.” I don’t feel like I’ve ever belonged to anyone else right now. I also feel like I’m being touched for the first time. Lifting my hips higher, he grinds against my ass, touching all the best spots inside me until I feel like I’m hitting the ceiling. We moan together, skin slapping skin and sweat gathering between us. His fingers and tongue are wonderful but have nothing on this. He hits me in different spots until finally finding my sweet spot. I arch my hips, keeping his cock going where I want it as I bask in the riveting pleasure—which dies when keys jingle in the front door.
We both jump, staring at each other in panic. As the door opens, Elijah lifts me off the counter and carries me to the laundry room, kicking our clothes with him. Stacey pauses on the porch while she talks to someone on the phone, buying us enough time to get out of sight. He hits the on button on the dryer, and he pins me against the wall beside a large shelf.
