Page 16 of His Little Pumpkin
I’m falling in love with Eldon. And I’m pretty sure he’s falling for me, too.
My hands move their own accord, our foreheads pressed together. Somehow my body manages to stretch for him, making room for the slow, gradual intrusion.
The feeling of his body moving inside mine makes it impossible to keep still. My hands run across his broad shoulders. My left leg wraps around his hip, trying to pull him even deeper.
“You feel incredible,” he grunts through grit teeth. “I’m tryin’ like hell to be gentle. You’ll tell me if it’s too much, right?”
“More,” I whisper, flexing my thigh so there’s no mistaking what I mean.
“That’s my girl.”
I thought he was almost all the way in, but now he sinks deeper. The pressure is so intense that I cry out, smiling so he knows it’s a happy noise.
“Damn, baby, I think you’re gonna be able to take the whole thing.”
His careful, controlled strokes move deeper, until I feel him as far as he can possibly go. Eldon groans, freezing for a few seconds before drawing all the way out, then gliding back in again. “I knew you could do it, baby.”
I can’t believe this is happening. I’d float away on a cloud of bliss, except Eldon is the ultimate anchor — huge and heavy and oh so solid.
“Heaven,” he chokes, a flush of heat on his throat. “This hot, tight little pussy, combined with those angelic eyes…just Heaven.”
I can feel the pull and the pressure as my body prepares for release. I can tell this time it’s going to be far more intense. How could it not be? Instead of just Eldon’s mouth on me, it’s his entire body. Pressure throughout my entire pussy, gliding in a gentle yet firm rhythm, as if he’s trying to find every sensitive spot inside me. I’m stretched so tight around him, I’m surprised he’s still able to move.
Just when I think the sensations couldn’t become any more intense, Eldon shifts so the tips of my nipples are brushing his hard pecs with every deep stroke. His thumb begins to sweep over my clit in little circles.
Another wave of love mixes with the lust coursing through my veins. Of course Eldon already knows what I need. He’s already more familiar with my body than I am, and dedicated to my pleasure and comfort.
My hand slips down to grab his perfectly sculpted ass, squeezing almost roughly. I don’t know how to tell him with words that I need just a bit more, but he seems to understand, his mouth dipping to brand my throat with a line of light nibbles. “I can feel your hot little pussy squeezing me,” he groans. “Feel you’re almost ready to come. Can you feel my cock throbbing inside you, pumpkin? Can you feel how excited you make me?”
I try to tell him yes with a nod, but all I can do is open my mouth as I cry out toward the ceiling. The center of my energy flips and spirals as I climax so hard the world becomes a blur.
Through it all, though, I can still see Eldon’s dark, piercing eyes. “Laura,” he growls, gripping my hip firmly as he pounds hard and fast, his cock swelling impossibly thicker as he crashes over the edge seconds after me.
I gasp loudly at the bursts of wet heat deep inside me. Then I moan again, clutching his body to mine as the weight of this incredible man grounds me back to earth.
“Laura.” His voice is shaky as I look up at him, blinking hard. “You’re the sexiest woman ever. I will never forget how lucky I am to have found you.”
My mind races as he lies beside me, his fingertips trailing lines all around my body in a hypnotic caress. He already thinks that I’m his. He’s acting like he already loves me.
Of course I want that to be true, but everything has happened so fast.
Still, for the moment, I’m going to try to let go of any lingering doubts.
13
ELDON
Everything is the same and yet not the same at all as I move around the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and scrubbing pots and pans as I clean up after lunch. At this point, the cleaning is a meditative ritual, one that I’ll do all again after dinner.
But now I know that Laura is waiting for me at home, probably either rearranging things around the house – I think my sweet girl is a homebody for whom domestic puttering is rejuvenating – or doing some of her computer work.
I’m so grateful that she has a home now, a place to be herself.
I start the dishwasher, then put away the pots that have been drying in the rack. I’m almost finished wiping down the counters when the side door opens.
It’s Laura. “Hey, Pumpkin.” I pull her into my arms, but after a quick hug, she steps away.
“The owner of that computer store paid me today.”
