Page 93 of Gamble
Reagan exploded, crying out with pleasure as she felt Elijah’s spurts of hot cum filling her as he grunted his pleasure. She wasn’t sure how long they’d stood frozen like that, each breathing heavy. When his cock slipped from her pussy, she felt the gush of warm liquid dripping out of her, surely making a mess on the floor. She should be embarrassed, but she just couldn’t muster up the energy.
Reagan felt utterly spent. The long day of Meena’s wedding, the emotional intensity of their first real scene together, and the sheer overwhelm of experiencing not just one, but two intense orgasms left her wanting to collapse. When Elijah lowered her feet back to the floor, she felt her legs shaky and unreliable beneath her.
“Easy, baby,” he murmured as he quickly unbuckled the restraints holding her up. Had he not been there to catch her, she probably would have face-planted onto the floor. But Elijah was there, holding her up, guiding her to a nearby couch. Pulling her into his arms, Elijah sat, taking her down to sit in his lap. His own wet shaft pressed against her well-used pussy.
“Just breathe. I’ve got you.” His voice soft and gentle. It settled her.
He produced a bottle of water from somewhere and held it to her lips, encouraging her to drink while he stroked her hair and whispered soft reassurances. The aftercare was as intimate as the scene itself, his tender attention helping to bring her slowly back to herself.
“How are you feeling?” he asked after she’d had several sips of water.
“Like I’m floating,” Reagan admitted with a dreamy smile. “Is that normal?”
“Completely. You might be in subspace—it’s a natural high from the intensity of what we just shared.” He pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. “You did beautifully.”
Reagan melted into this praise even as she fought her growing exhaustion.
“So tired,” she murmured, snuggling into the crook of his neck.
“You’ve had a long day. Let’s get you dressed. I need to get you home and in bed.”
Elijah was so attentive, helping her get dressed. She sat on sideline of the room while watching him wiping down the equipment they’d used, taking extra care to clean up the wetness on the floor.
As they left the cocoon of the room, she snuggled tight to Elijah’s side, letting him lead them toward the exit while saying their goodbyes to Tyler and the other dungeon monitors. She tried not to be embarrassed when Elijah’s friends all gave them knowing grins, clapping him on his back to congratulate him on finally getting laid.
The cool night air hit Reagan’s flushed skin as they finally stepped outside. She swayed slightly on unsteady legs as they made their way to the parking lot.
Without warning, Elijah swept her up into his arms, carrying her toward his car.
“Elijah!” she protested weakly. “You shouldn’t be lifting me yet. Your hip?—”
“My hip is fine,” he said firmly, his grip tightening around her. “Better than fine, actually. And I’ll be damned if I’m going to make my woman walk when she can barely stand.”
Reagan wanted to argue, but the truth was she felt boneless and utterly content to be carried. When he settled her intothe passenger seat of his Mustang, it was all she could do to scoot her body to the middle of the bench seat. As soon as Elijah started the powerful engine, Reagan found herself curling up against his side, her head finding that perfect spot on his shoulder.
The gentle rumble of the car, combined with her post-scene exhaustion, had her eyelids growing heavy.
“Just rest, baby,” Elijah murmured, his free hand stroking her long hair. “I’ll get you home.”
The next thing Reagan knew, gentle fingers were stroking her cheek, calling her back to consciousness.
“Baby, we’re home,” Elijah’s voice was soft and warm. “Do you need me to carry you in?”
Reagan slowly stretched and opened her eyes, expecting to see the familiar facade of her apartment building. Instead, she found herself looking at the interior of Elijah’s garage as the door slowly lowered behind them.
“I guess I thought you were taking me home?” she asked, though she was thrilled to be back at his house. She’d loved the time she’d spent here during his recovery, loved the way it had started to feel like a real home rather than just a place to sleep.
Elijah turned to face her fully, his expression serious but hopeful. “I did take you home... at least I hope you’ll start to think of my place as your home too.”
Her heart skipped a beat at his words.
“I love you, Reagan Murphy,” he continued, his voice rough with emotion. “I don’t want to go to sleep a single night without you in my bed, and I want to wake up each and every morning with you in my arms. Move in with me.”
Reagan’s pulse raced as she processed his words. “Isn’t it kinda fast? I mean, we haven’t known each other very long.”
“Baby, if you need more time, then we can wait,” Elijah said, reaching up to cup her face gently. “But when you get as old as Iam, I’ve learned that life is short, and I’ve already lived way too many years without you in my life. I don’t want to spend another day apart from you.”
Her logical brain knew that moving in together this quickly was super-fast. There were so many things they still didn’t know about each other yet, so many conversations they hadn’t had, so many potential complications they hadn’t discussed. Kids… marriage… money…
