Page 93 of For The Weekend
I’m not sure how long we’re at it, wrapped up in each other, slick with sweat and oil, but time has ceased to exist. There’s only Eloise, her body moving in perfect harmony with mine, her sighs of pleasure echoing my own.
The olive oil has turned our sex into something almost primal. The evidence is everywhere—on our skin, in our hair, smeared across the sheets. It’s a mess, but the best kind, and with Eloise beneath me, her eyes locked on mine, sweat dotting her brow and upper lip, she’s never looked more untamed or beautiful. I can feel her tightening around me, her body coiling like a spring as she nears her peak. The same one I’m climbing. I grit my teeth, willing myself to hold on a little longer.
“Roman,” she gasps, her voice a plea. “I need… I need…”
I cut her off with a kiss, swallowing her words as I thrust into her one last time. Her fingers dig into my back, her nails scoring my skin, and I welcome the sweet sting of pain. It’s a reminder that this is real, that this incredible woman is mine and I am hers.
Then with a final whimper, my girl shatters around me. Her body convulses, clamping down on my cock as her orgasmsweeps through her. It’s too much, and with a hoarse shout of my own, I follow her into the abyss.
For a moment, there’s nothing but the pounding of our hearts and the tattered sound of our breathing. We’re both covered in a fine sheen of sweat and oil, our bodies slick and spent. But it’s a good feeling, satisfying, and I pull her into my arms as I roll off her.
We lie in silence, our bodies entwined, our breaths slowly returning to normal. I feel the steady thump of Eloise’s heart against my chest, and I know we’re right where we’re supposed to be. I tell her the one thing I know to be true in life. “You make me happy.”
She smiles against my shoulder a moment before she drops a kiss there. “I think we missed our dinner reservation.”
“I’ll order us delivery.”
“Sushi?”
“Whatever you want.”
She eventually sits up, grinning. “You really know how to woo a girl. Fuck her until she walks crooked then order her whatever she wants. I think I’ll keep you.”
My eyelids are heavy, but I force them to stay open as I pinch her chin between my fingers. “I’m keeping you too.”
She twists her face and kisses my palm before slipping off the mattress. “We’ll have to do laundry.”
“Whatever you say.”
“And take a shower. Get all this greasy stuff off us.”
“If you insist.”
She nods, mischief glittering in her green eyes. “I insist.”
The problem is, once we’re both in the shower, it’s not at all like we expected, and I can barely fit in behind her.
Under the spray of the water, Eloise pouts. “Movies make two-person showers seem a lot sexier.”
I nod, attempting not to elbow her as I soap up.
“Doesn’t help that you’re the size of Godzilla,” she teases as I carefully step around her to rinse off.
“You never had a problem with it until now.”
“That’s because we never showered together until now. We’re going to have to win the lottery to buy a shower big enough to fit the both of us.”
I plant a kiss on her temple. “Finish up. I’ll order dinner. What’d you want?”
“Get it from Mio’s parents. They have the best seaweed salad. I like pretty much any roll from them, except for the specials. They’re too big. I can’t fit them in my mouth.”
I can’t help it. I laugh, and she points at my face. “Adding it to my tally!”
“Tally?”
“The I made Roman Edgar Stone laugh tally.”
I roll my eyes at her ridiculous guessing game of my middle name and step out of the shower. “My middle name is Yousef.”
