EMILY

I threw all caution out the French doors and reached up, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him into me. My lips found his and I lost myself.

Completely.

Totally.

Passionately.

He edged me backwards, stepping me across the room. My hands roamed down his back until they were on his ass. I squeezed, remembering the feel of him, the strong tight muscles beneath the fabric of his jeans. I chewed my lip, trying to gain a bit of control but it was hopeless. I didn’t want control. I wanted Elliot.

His eyes captured mine, paralyzing me. I couldn’t look away. He softly touched his lips to mine, grazing, sucking and biting them. He was making me lose my mind. I needed to feel him against me, without barriers. I wanted to feel his skin beneath my fingertips. I had to explore every inch of him, to see what I remembered and learn what I may have forgotten, to memorize what was new or changed.

I reached my arms over his shoulders and pulled him into me again. His lips moved over mine this time, with a hunger I’d never experienced before, an incredible sensation of being devoured.

My back was suddenly against a wall and he pressed in hard, pinning me, his muscles enveloping me, his body contouring to mine. I could feel him pulsating into the junction between my thighs, through the thin fabric of his well-worn jeans, making me burn and grow wet.

I couldn’t get close enough, there were too many clothes, too many barriers. I wanted him and I was tired of waiting.

Grabbing my thighs, he lifted me up, wrapping my legs around his waist, and carried me over to the bed. He fell upon it with me, never breaking his hold, tumbling over one another.

Taking my hair in his fingers he combed through it, pulling and tugging, his lips never leaving mine. He tasted like lemons from the candies he sucked on constantly. I watched him earlier sucking them into oblivion; his mouth working the candy back and forth. Licking and sucking and tasting until it evaporated into nothingness.

I wanted him to suck me like that piece of candy.

Bracing himself on his elbows, his lips moved down my neck leaving a wet trail. He kissed my skin as far down as he could before my shirt got in the way. His tongue traced and teased with a touch so soft it rivaled a feather. He sucked my nipples through the thin fabric of my shirt, pulling them, making them tingle, making them harden and wanting more. He looked down at me.

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked.

“God, no! Please … don’t stop.”

I had been waiting a lifetime to feel this way again, the all-consuming desire, the insatiable need, the need no other man on earth could possibly fulfill except Elliot.

I was burning up. The fire started in my toes and climbed its way upward as he touched me with his fingertips, trailing a path along my skin.

I didn’t want a gentle, sweet love, not now. I wanted him to take me, to demand it all from me. I wanted him to fill every inch of me in a way that would make me scream out his name at the top of my lungs and beg him to never stop.

The heat rising inside of my body was almost unbearable. I was gasping for breath, speechless and paralyzed with a desire that only he could quench. He was killing me with every second he made me wait while he explored my body. His tongue, a tool, torturing me with pleasure, painted a masterpiece on my skin with the trail of moisture he left. His fingers were the brushes that refined the picture he was creating. A piece of art, covering every inch of my flesh.

He lifted the hem of my T-shirt upward and over my head. I watched his eyes as they gazed down, first at my face and then my breasts. His finger traced circles around my nipples, following with the tip of his tongue. Softly stroking, then gently nipping, his lips created designs first on one breast, then the other. His fingers read me like a blind man reads braille. The heat flushing through my body was starting to burn, my skin growing damp. I couldn’t think straight with Elliot’s lips on me.

I wanted him … now.

I wanted him to fill the empty space inside of me that belonged only to him. I squirmed beneath him trying to shift my hips to rid my jeans from my body. He pushed my hands away, pinning them above my head.

“Not yet,” he whispered.

His tongue continued to explore every inch of exposed skin, slowly tasting every detail, every scar, every mark. My hands were still trapped above my head. My breaths came in gasps, my voice in moans. I needed to touch him. I could feel the explosion rising inside of me, higher and higher until I began to tremble. Releasing my wrists, he eased my zipper down with his fingers and slid my jeans from my hips.

Sliding down to the foot of the bed, he caressed my feet. Squeezing and massaging them, his mouth captured my toes and the licking started again, this time sending shockwaves throughout my body. My back arched upward as I erupted. My moan became a scream as I called out to him in my release. My body pulsated over and over, clenching, releasing, and throbbing.

It took a minute to catch my breath. Elliot still sat by my feet, watching me, waiting to continue again. I gasped again as his mouth found my foot. Each toe in its turn became a volume control, increasing the sensations coursing through me all over again. My need escalated faster than I thought possible

I began to beg. I needed more.

Spreading my legs apart with his hands, his thumbs and forefingers capturing my thighs, he lowered his mouth over my soaked panties and he began to suck to the rhythm of an old blues song.

The fire within me roared, blazing from my hips upward to my breasts and into my head. My fists clenched the sheets surrounding me. Pleasure and pain combined, stealing my breath.

His tongue slid along the creases of my wetness, torturing me. Sliding his fingers underneath the elastic of my panties, he moved them aside, teasing my inflamed lips. His mouth and his fingers working together, sucking and stroking at the same time, my body lifted into him, forcing him to go deeper. His tongue slipped in and out and across me, curling with amazing speed. I could feel my climax building all over again. My mind grew hazy from the power building inside of me.

I bolted upright, grabbing his shirt and yanking it over his head. My hands latched onto his chest and squeezed his nipples causing him to wince, then moan. I pulled his body toward me again so my lips could taste his salty skin covered in sweat. I licked back and forth on his nipples, making them stiff. I could feel the beat of his heart race faster as I sucked harder, his breathing labored as his desire increased. Sitting back, he pulled his fingers from my wetness and unbuttoned his jeans, releasing his cock from the constraint. One hand traced the outline of my breast and the other stroked himself. He looked at me.

“Do you want me to stop?”

I shook my head. Reaching one hand to his chest, I caressed him. The other hand I used to finish sliding his jeans over his hips. He stood up and kicked them off. He wore nothing else. His body was perfection. Tan, muscular, beautiful. I wanted him.

Every

Single

Inch

Of

Him.

His eyes smoldered as they raked over me. He kneeled onto the bed, and taking my hand, he pulled me up to him, so we faced each other to touch and explore, to taste … memorizing the grooves of one another’s bodies.

A soft hitch in my breathing was all that interrupted the beating of our hearts. We didn’t need words. He could feel the heat, my desire.

I wanted to know what made him burn, made him ache. I needed to know the match it took to ignite the animal inside him. He knew me. He knew how to make me scream out his name. With just a glance, he could make me want him, make me beg him to consume me and never cease. I wanted to give the same to him.

“I don’t want you to stop … ever,” I whispered.

He tore my panties from my body, ripping them in his haste. Placing his hands behind my neck, he lowered me back onto the bed, nestling me into the pillows. I curled my fingers around him, squeezed and released and squeezed again, sliding up and down, stroking him, listening to his moans, pausing at the tip. I guided him to my swollen and wet folds, using him to please myself, grinding against his hardness for my own pleasure. His moans matched mine as the intensity increased. He slid inside of me a tiny bit and stopped as if to savor the feeling. I could feel him throb as he entered me a little bit more. I watched his face, his expressions and emotions raced through him. Opening his eyes, he gazed down at me, desire oozing from every cell of his body.

Unspoken communication passed between us and he drove into me with a hard thrust. We became like animals, driving deeper into me as I begged for more. The sweat glistened from our bodies like moonbeams, the heat and the slipperiness turning me on even more.

My body was on the brink of explosion again. He rolled me over, straddling me on top of him, and I arched my body back, forcing him to go deeper than I ever thought possible. I rode him without mercy. His eyes glistened as he came closer to the edge. His raspy voice called out to me, while the passion engulfed him. Rolling me onto my back again and grabbing my hair, he pulled my head back and slammed into me, making me to cry out. I was toppling over the edge, electricity charging throughout my body. I was on fire and my climax rose to the peak. I couldn’t hold out much longer. Pinning my hands, chaining me, he grabbed my face, forcing me to look at him.

“Say my name,” he demanded. “Who do you want? Who am I to you, now? Tell me I am the only one who can love you like this, the only man you could ever want!”

“Only you … Elliot! I want only you!” I screamed.

And he gave one last thrust as we both exploded into oblivion, our orgasms crashing together. I was floating and gasping for air at the same time as he emptied into me, my body convulsing over and over again. I kept trying to breathe, but I couldn’t fill my lungs yet. My heart beat wildly. My mind was somewhere beyond euphoria and heaven. I wasn’t sure I wanted to come back. I wanted to languish in this dreamlike state of ecstasy, this feeling of complete satisfaction.

Leaning on his arms, he lifted himself off to hover above me as he looked into my eyes, trying to read me.

“OH MY GOD!” he gasped out, still breathless. “Oh my fucking god!” he repeated.

My eyes cleared as I looked up at this man. My body still tingled and was damp from sweat. The stickiness from my climax mixed with his. I reached for his face and softly stroked his cheek. I traced the outline of his mouth and the stubble on his chin, pushing his wayward hair out of his eyes.

“Can I do anything for you? Get you anything?” he asked.

“More?” I answered him, grinning.

I couldn’t contain my need for him, the wantonness he brought out in me. After all this time, he was the only man who ever made me want him until I was oblivious. No inhibitions, no holding back. Yet this time was different from before. This time there was no fear.

He pushed the hair out of my face, gazing at me again.

“Always more, forever, always more.”

We spent the rest of the evening talking, snacking, drinking wine outside overlooking the water and making love. For the first time, I didn’t think of tomorrow or a month from now. I was here right now for this moment in time. I enjoyed the sound of his voice, his hands on me, his body curled next to me, holding me. Tomorrow would take care of itself. For the first time in many years I was content. Everything would be just fine because I had finally found myself. I had left it with Elliot.

In the early hours of dawn, the sun just starting to lighten the sky, I finally dressed, and Elliot, always the gentleman, walked me back to the beach house. Taking my face in his hands, he kissed me, long and sweet, making me float as I headed inside.

Andrea was up, enjoying a cup of coffee, sitting there with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face that I had ever seen.

“Out with it, girl! And I want more details. Don’t leave anything out. I am living my love life vicariously through you.”

Over coffee, wrapped in a quilt and sitting in paradise, I told her everything. Well, almost everything.