Page 10 of Knot Falling in Love
He looms over me, eyes flicking to his dogtags hanging between us. Without a word, he lifts the small beaded necklace and puts it over my head, the two metal pieces bearing his name and blood type settle against my chest, still warm from his skin.
I’m trying to ignore the meaning, because this feelssignificant.So, instead I watch as he leans across the bed and grabs a condom from the end table, tearing open the black and gold foil packaging with his teeth and smoothing it down over his cock.
“Look at me,” Elijah says, dragging his tip along the length of my pussy, “We’re going to go slow.”
I stare up into his eyes, and suddenly after feeling like my world has been spinning out of control, everything slots back into place.
“Breathe, baby girl.” He nods his head, letting out a groan as he slides the tip in.
He’s much bigger than I’m used to, and even his gentle movements have me gripping his shoulders, fingertips searching for purchase. I can tell he’s willing to take his time with me, and I’m no quitter.
After a few minutes, his shallow thrusts grow deeper until I’m writhing and arching my back to meet the fullness that threatens tosplit me apart and then stitch me together again.
“Fuck,” his teeth graze my shoulder almost as a warning, “Look at you taking my cock so well.”
I drag my nails down his back, grabbing his ass and watching the flame spark behind his eyes as that smile returns.
Elijah grips my thigh, angling his hips and sinking deeper, testing my limits again. His slow thrusts turn frantic, pulling noises out of me I’ve never thought possible.
“Don’t stop.” I cry out, clutching his shoulders.
Each stroke brings me closer and closer to the edge, but never lets me fall. I slip my hand between us, stroking my clit in strong circles, feeling the thread holding me together begging to fray.
“That’s it.” He moans in my ear a long drawn out, “Fuck.”
The thread snaps, and I’m thrown over, my legs shaking as they cling to his hips, pulling him in deeper. Elijah keeps his rhythm in short bursts, drawing out my orgasm.
He’s lost all restraint as he clutches mythigh and ruts against me, another orgasm taking me by surprise. This one is less intense, and more like being enveloped by a rising tide.
Elijah slows his movements to a stop, resting his forehead against mine, cool sweat running down his brow.
“That was.” I sigh, kissing his shoulder.
“It was.”
He pulls away, and I feel the loss immediately.
Bracing himself with one arm, he smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear, eyes searching my face. The gesture itself feels more intimate than anything we’ve done tonight.
The tiny voice in my head is rejoicing. This is where I’ve always wanted to be. Maybe this is how it was meant to go. At once I want to celebrate and mourn all the chances I had pushed away, letting that one moment 18 years ago hold me back.
No, it had to be now. I can’t explain it, okay, maybe part of it is the oxytocin release and being fucked properly for the first time in years, but this feels natural. It feels right.
“You really are gorgeous,you know that?”
“My hair must look terrible.” I roll my eyes, smoothing it away from my face.
“No, none of that.” He touches my chin, re-centering my attention on those deep blue eyes. “You look perfect. I, on the other hand, need a shower.” Elijah moves to the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder. “Wanna join me?”
I shrug, sitting up, “I could probably use another.”
Chapter Six
Maisie
Iroll onto my back, wincing at the bright light streaming in through the sheer curtains, but that isn’t the reason I’m awake, my right arm breaking into pins and needles from being sandwiched under Elijah’s side after falling asleep in each other’s arms.
After the shower together, we raided his kitchen and finished off a pint of cookies and cream, reminiscing about high school and comparing notes over the years. It ranged from his first deployment overseas and how, when all the other airmen were out looking for trouble—he sat down in the tattoo chair.
