Page 2 of Stolen Holidays
I moan my assent, but Eli is stubborn. He wants me to say it. With one hand, he grips the hair at the nape of my neck and tugs. “Answer me,” Eli grunts in his deep and raspy voice. He slows his thrusts to stave off my impending orgasm and waits for my answer.
I squeeze my eyes shut and concentrate. I refuse to hit the peak. I want to drag out the delicious way Eli fucks me. And my answer. Instead, I clench my muscles around his shaft.
“Your pussy gives away your answer by sucking me in deeper, by soaking my cock with your sweet honey, but I still need to hear you say it.” Eli pulls his cock out to the tip and stops. “Tell me what I want to hear, and I’ll let you come.”
The fire in my lower belly coils and tightens behind my pubic bone as my clit seizes into a knot. I’m so close to coming, but I can’t.
Unable to take his luscious torture any longer, I shout, “Fuck yes! I do. Do it. Fuck a baby into me, Elijiah.” I scream out loud, not just because I feel like my body will combust if Eli doesn’t put out the fire he started, but because I want it all with him. I alwayshave. The life we are making together, the love we share—it’s everything I’ve dreamed about having someday. With him.
“With fucking pleasure.” He pulls out of me, grips my ankles and crosses them, then flips me onto my back.
I gaze into the mismatched hazel eyes hovering above me. So much love and desire reflect in his gaze. We don’t break eye contact as he pushes his cock back inside me and balances on his arms beside my head.
“I love you so fucking much, Callie. Are you sure you’re ready for this? We can wait, my love.”
Shaking my head, I wrap my arms around his neck and close the distance between us, kissing him hard. “No. I want this.”
“There is no rush.”
I’ve been on the shot for years, and while Eli and I haven’t been careful, this is the first time we’ve brought up having a family together. Having his baby and starting a family with him is a dream come true.
Even when caught up in the moment, I can always count on knowing exactly where Eli stands. If he’s bringing this up, it’s because he wants this too.
So, I go for it and give him an honest answer. “Elijiah Miller, I love you, but please, stop trying to talk me out of this.” I wrap my legs around his back. “Now use that big dick of yours and fuck a baby into me. Right fucking now.”
“Fuck. Did I mention I love when you talk dirty to me?”
“Yes.” I rest my heels on his ass and dig, encouraging him to move.
Eli grins as he swivels his hips, slipping his cock out to the tip before sheathing himself to the hilt over and over. Faster and faster. My back arches off the bed as I meet him thrust for thrust. He buries his face in my neck, kissing and nipping the sensitive skin. My fingers pierce his shoulders as I cling to him and the promises of our future.
“Are you ready to come and suck all the cum out of my cock, Princess?”
“Yes,” I hiss. I thread my fingers into the hair on the back of his head and tug. I kiss his succulent mouth as I chant “I love you” between kisses.
We both groan as my muscles flutter around his thick length, taking us closer and closer to the edge. Eli’s rhythm becomes erratic as he pounds into me, grinding the base of his dick against my clit. It doesn’t take long for us to fall over the edge together in a blaze of fiery passion and, most importantly, love.
Eli rolls over, taking me with him. I burrow my face into his chest, breathing in his manly scent that reminds me I’m home. This has been the best birthday I’ve ever had, and it’s only just started. He brushes my long blonde hair off my face. Sometimes, I think about dyeing it back to my original color. I think about a lot of things, and one thing has been nagging at me for a while.
“I can hear you thinking,” Eli grumbles.
He knows me so well.
I smile and kiss his chest. “Just thinking that this is the best birthday.”
Eli tilts my chin up and kisses me. “And it’s only just begun.”
I hope this is the year all my birthday wishes finally come true.
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Eli
Calliegripsmywristand stops us as we reach the entrance of the care home where her mother lives. The California sun shines down on her light-colored hair and casts a halo around her head, making her look ethereal. Not that she didn’t already. My heart skipped a beat when she walked out of our closet, looking like an angel in a gauzy, pale-pink floral dress and gold sandals that lace up her defined calves.
My birthday girl, the love of my fucking life, looks absolutely stunning today.
I don’t know what I ever did to deserve Callie, but I will do anything and everything to prove I am worthy of her and her love. There is nothing I wouldn’t do to make her happy. Which isn’t hard these days. She’s happier and lighter now than she has ever been.
