Page 30 of Safer Together
I must stop this kiss now, before it goes any further. So, I pull back, releasing my arms. I take three steps back, needing to give ourselves some distance, some separation. That works for about five seconds. Elliot makes it to me in only one step and he is kissing me again, just as passionately as the first had been. He wraps one of his arms around my lower back and the other around my knees, lifting me up. He starts to move, walking and I know exactly where he is taking me. Straight into the bedroom.
I wrap my arms around his neck once more and kiss him, I kiss him with everything I have to give. We stop moving, he lets me slide down his body, slowly. I feel his body pressed up against mine, until my feet are touching the floor. I can feel the bed behind my legs, I had to be the strong one, I had to stop this before it goes too far. Both of us are waiting for marriage. I pull my arms away from his neck and push hard against his rock-hard abdominal muscles. “We have to stop, Elliot. Now.” I breathe. My voice is soft, and completely void of conviction.
The room is pitch black around us. I fumble my way around the bed, using it to guide me to my destination, to the bedside table, where I know a lamp is positioned. I quickly locate the switch and turn it on. I look up to the end of the bed where I had just been, and Elliot is gone, no longer there. I close my eyes and then re-open them, just in case my eyes are playing tricks on me, but no, still he wasn’t there. I sit down on the bed, placing my head in my hands and take a few deep breaths. I try to keep the panic that is building up inside of me at bay. He couldn’t have really left, could he?
A few moments later I hear footsteps outside the door and I look up. Elliot is walking toward me with two glasses of water in hand. I’m so happy that he is here. He didn’t leave at all. He is still here with me. “Here, I thought we should cool off.” He offers me one of the glasses. “I know why you stopped, Angie, and I respect you for that. I’m sorry about that, baby, that’s two nights in a row this has happened, but you unlock something in me I never knew existed and since I don’t fancy being put under a cold hose to cool off, I figured a glass of water would have to do.” He smiles up at me and raises his glass to his lips and drinks deeply. I do the same. The water is heavenly, the wet coolness slipping down my throat. After a few mouthfuls, I lower my glass.
I look over towards this handsome man and without thinking I speak. “You unlock something in me, too, Elliot. Thank you for understanding and not pressuring me.” Elliot almost chokes on his water. I pat his back a few times,
“Pressure you Angela? I would never pressure you. I want you so damn much that I just get carried away when we kiss, when you touch me. But that doesn’t mean that I can’t wait.” I laugh at his response.
“Believe me, you’re not the only one who gets carried away, babe.” I sip on my water again.
I place my almost empty glass of water down on the bedside table and stand up. “I’m going to get out of these heels and this dress and put on something comfortable. Where are my pajamas?” I walk over to where my bag is situated and kick off my shoes. Unzipping my bag, I locate my nightgown and pad into the bathroom, closing the door behind me. As I raise my hand to the zipper, I remember the lingerie I am wearing, along with the reason that I am wearing it. We may not be able to be sexually intimate with one another, but I’ll be damned if I’m not going to try and look sexy for my man. I wore these for him to see.
Before I lose my courage, I reopen the door and step out, walking with confidence and purpose, not coming to a standstill until I am standing before Elliot, “Would you mind doing me a favor? Could you please unzip me?” I lift my arm revealing the side zip.
“Of course,” he replies, putting his empty glass down next to mine. He grasps the zipper between his thumb and forefinger and slowly pulls it downwards. I hear his breath hitch when he catches sight of the black lace of my bra. He continues to unzip me until it comes to a complete stop, just below my hip, revealing a peekaboo view of the matching underwear.
I look up at his expression from under my eyelashes biting my bottom lip. Does he like what he is seeing? I attempt to take a step away, but Elliot doesn’t allow it, he throws his arm out and catches my forearm with his hand. He comes to stand in front of me, pulls my arm down gently to hang beside me body. He then pulls down the fabric of my dress from the shoulder of my left arm, then following suit with the right. He pulls the dress down all the way, the fabric slipping easily down my body. He ends up on bended knees before me, he looks up, emotion clouding his features, his stare boring into my face.
“Angie, step out of your dress, you beautiful creature.” I lift my left leg out of the circle of fabric at my feet, and then my right. I step backward away from him; once I am completely free, he stands back up with my dress in his hands. He doesn’t look away from my body during this whole process.
I suddenly feel self-conscious. I wore this for him, just in case he saw me, and now that I am brave enough, he has. I take a step backward and then another, followed by another, continuing to do so until I am back in the bathroom. Once inside the safety of the four walls around me, I close the door.
I turn away from the door, just as I am bending down to pick up my nightgown, feeling the slippery satin material between my fingers, I hear the click of the door opening. When I turn around, there is Elliot standing in the doorway, his eyes looking at my body as though he is thirsty and I am a tall glass of water.
“I had to come in.” His voice sounds husky, it calls to me, down in my most private area. He is attracted to me, praise the god. He loves the lingerie. I nod, and he commences to walk toward me so painstakingly slowly that I have time to take three full breaths. He reaches out his hands toward me. Once he makes contact with my skin, he runs his hands down my arms and then up again, the feel of his touch leaving a line of fire along my arms. As he makes his way back down, he stops in line with my breasts. He inches his fingers sideways, towards my bra; he continues to move, closer to the center of my body, until he is stroking the tops of the lace where my flesh is revealed. He ducks his head slowly and kisses the top of my left breast and then following suit with the right. He pulls back to his normal standing position. Looking at my body, he steps closer to me and slides his hands down over my breasts, across my stomach, finally landing on the top of my panties. He traces around the top with one finger leaving a trail of electricity in his wake.
Once he completes the full trail along the edges of the lace, he kisses me on my forehead and retreats, taking a large step back.
“You are so incredibly beautiful, my Angela. I am such a lucky man. Now, I need to leave this room, while I still have some semblance of willpower left. I’ll be waiting for you in the bedroom.” He turns on his heel and leaves the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind him.
As soon as I am alone once again, I quickly get changed for bed, cleansing the make-up from my face and unpinning my hair, relishing in the feeling of no longer having pins sticking into my scalp.
Once finished, I leave the sanctuary of the bathroom and return into the bedroom. Looking across at the bed, I notice Elliot waiting for me, sitting on the bed in his pajamas. A line of pillows has been laid down the middle of the bed, creating a wall. He jumps up when he spots me “I’ll just go brush my teeth and then, if you want to, we can hit the sack?”
He walks directly into the bathroom and I hear the faucet turning on and then off again, the tell-tale signs of teeth brushing coming next. I sit down on the bed waiting for his return. A few moments later he is back in the bedroom. He stops directly in front of me and bends down, applying a soft, quick kiss on my forehead. He then continues to walk around the bed, flopping down on the other side.
“You built a pillow wall?” I ask.
He shrugs his shoulders “I know, it’s a pathetic excuse of a safety net for you, isn’t it?” he replies.
I pull away all of the pillows and lay down next to him, snuggling into his open arm and resting my head into the space between his shoulder and chest, wrapping my free arm around his torso. “We’re both adults Elliot, we respect each other. I know I’m safe with you, baby, and a pillow wall wouldn’t stop me either”
He kisses the top of my hair. “I’ll tell you something, you would be a hell of a lot safer if you didn’t wear that sexy lingerie, Angie. I think I almost caught on fire seeing you in that, but I assure you, you are safe with me”
I feel him press his lips against the top of my head again. “Let’s go to sleep. After all we have Christmas shopping to do tomorrow.” I hear him chuckle in response. I lift myself off of Elliot, turning my body so I can reach the bedside lamp off. I click off the switch and then resume my position in his strong, muscular arms.
It must have been a combination of the plane ride and all of the emotions felt throughout the night, but it isn’t long until I am fast asleep, dreaming of a future that involves wearing a long white dress and veil with Elliot Sands waiting for me in a tuxedo at the end of an aisle.
