Page 79 of Change My Mind
I shuffled across the room and climbed into the bed.
As I pulled the duvet over me and settled, I realised that the only other time Eli and I had shared a bed was in the aftermath of his panic attack. We had been very good at not falling asleep in each other’s bed post sex. It felt too intimate to do that. But with Eli’s scent enveloping me and his body heat warming me up, I realised that lying in bed next to him under the guise of making me feel better was more intimate than falling asleep next to him as I came down from an orgasm high.
It was something a partner would do. And if there was one thing Eli and I could never be, it was that.
I pushed away the part of me that was increasingly yearning for that and the memory of Becky asking if I wanted a confidant and someone to share my days with, and tried to find a question dumb enough to distract me completely.
“What is your favourite mythical creature?”
Eli’s hairbelonged threaded through my fingers. The strands were soft, and it was the perfect length for me to grip onto.
I always wondered if he was aware that he made a lot of noise whenever my hands were in his hair. Gentle hums or gasps. The most soul-destroying whimpers and pretty little whines ofplease, please, please.
My favourite, though, were the guttural moans that made him stop what he was doing. Even though they caused the loss of the perfect pressure and suction of his mouth against me, leaving me doing the whimpering.
“Sorry,” he said as he pressed an open-mouth kiss on myinner thigh, so close to where I wanted him, but not close enough. “Can you not do what you were doing? It’s distracting.”
“Oh, you mean this?” I scratched along his scalp and then gently tugged on his hair the way I knew he liked. His eyes fluttered closed, his hips pressed down against the mattress, and he bit down on the skin of my inner thigh gently.
“Yeah, that,” he said as he kissed the spot he just marked.
I loosened my grip on his hair, hoping that would get him back on track. Instead, he kept working the skin over while he slowly slipped a finger inside me and fucked me leisurely with it. It was good.
It was almost perfect. But it wasn’t enough.
And Eli knew it.
I could feel him smiling against my thigh as his tongue did one final sweep over his latest mark while I tried to fuck down on his finger faster.
I pulled on his hair. He gasped and repaid me with a nip on his mark.
“I’m not begging, Elijah,” I said huskily. Although this was the closest he had ever got me to doing so.
“Fuck,” Eli said against my leg beforefinallyreturning to my clit.
“Yes…right there…don’t move…”
Eli pressed an arm over my lower stomach as his finger started moving faster, and he focused the point of his tonguejust so. My hands flexed in his hair, and I pulled it one more time, my body curling up, as the waves of my orgasm crashed over me.
I had no idea how long I rode that wave for, but when I came back to myself, Eli was looking at me smugly, his arm still pinning my hips down.
“Good morning to you, too,” I said as I slumped back against my pillow.
“It is a good morning,” he said before he pressed one more kiss to the mark he made and crawled back over to his side of the bed. As he settled next to me, he turned on his bedside lamp, and I noticed a wet patch on his boxers.
“Did you?” I half asked as I reached out and rested my hand over the damp fabric, feeling his softening cock through it.
“I did, yes. You’re exceptionally sexy when you come on my face.” He took a deep breath. “Hard pivot, how are you feeling about today?”
I snorted, not removing my hand, and noticing that he wasn’t getting softer anymore. No, he was getting hard again.
“I still feel like I’m going to be sick. It’s like that first day of school, but magnified because I am the teacher, and so there is no one to quickly befriend because our surnames start with the same letter. I am for sure going to end up eating my lunch in the toilet.”
“You know Becky, so you’re not going to be totally alone. I’m sure she would eat with you if you asked her nicely,” he teased as his hips pressed up into my touch.
“But she has friends on the staff. She might not want to hang around with her kid sister, who has no friends.”
Eli hummed. “I’m pretty sure you’re one of her favourite people, so I don’t think you have anything to worry about there. Also, I think you could just eat lunch in your office. There is no reason to go lock yourself in a cubicle.”
