Chapter Thirty-Eight

Taylor

 

It had been just shy of a month since Bailey stayed her first night in Elijah’s house. I’d barely been at my own house since that night, and always dreaded going back there to water my plants, take out the garbage, or just to pick up more clothes. I’d practically moved in, without the formality of the event. But, I did have a key, and a car seat strapped in the backseat of my car for when I’d pick Bailey up after work to save Elijah the trip.

I lay in Elijah’s bed, sinking into the soft mattress as I stared at him sleeping. I didn’t want to wake him, but I knew as soon as I tried to slip out to make breakfas, he’d stir awake. The house was quiet, quieter than it had been for a month. We had a day of hiking planned, where Elijah would teach her some survival skills, some I was anxious to learn myself.

“Don’t even think about it,” he grumbled into the pillow as I started to slide my leg from the mattress to the floor. I froze in my spot, startled that he was awakened so easily.

“Don’t even think about what?” I asked, pushing back the giggles that threatened escape from my lips.

“About leaving this bed,” he growled playfully, rolling to his side and gripping my waist forcefully. The strength of his grip made me squeal with delight as he pulled me back onto the bed and into his bare chest.

“Don’t you have to work today?” I asked, snuggling into his chest, hoping the answer was no.

“Later,” he smirked.

His house in Miami was on the market, and he was working with Isaac from the island. With the six hour time difference, Elijah could start his day at one o’clock instead of seven in the morning, but he was sometimes working until the wee hours of the night. I knew it was hard on him, giving up his daily routine, so he was working hard to make it as normal as possible while living so far away from all the action. Isaac kept him busy, researching clients, doing backgrounds checks, and organizing files, and with his day trading back on track, his weeks were busier than mine.

“Did you book the trip?” I asked, looking up into his hungry eyes.

“Yes ma’am, three first class tickets to Miami,” she smiled proudly.

Bailey was excited to make the trip, and to meet some of the other SEALs, which she still didn’t understand were soldiers, not sea creatures. “The house is sold, so I just have to be at closing, and then we can spend the three wonderful days there enjoying the scenery,” he added with a long sigh.

The scenery? I tried not to giggle, but one escaped anyway. I’d saw too many movies based in Miami, with old men, all retired and wearing golf pants. I couldn’t imagine much scenery.

“Hey!” he exclaimed, rolling over onto me and pinning me to the mattress. I squealed with delight as his lips lowered to my neck, and then rolled to my mouth.

His hand pushed my nightgown up around my hips, and his eyes lit up at the realization I wasn’t wearing panties.

His fingers searched through my swollen flesh, playfully gliding through my slick arousal as he teased my cunt. The soft moans rolling from his throat vibrated my body, sending tiny shivers of excitement through each nerve ending. His cock rested against my leg, sliding back and forth against my bare skin as he rocked onto me, sending his fingers deep into my pussy with quick, exhilarating thrusts.

My lips parted, allowing my own moans to escape between them as he leaned down, gently biting my bottom lip. Every move he made, every look he delivered was so sensual, so perfectly delivered, that my body reacted effortlessly to his touch.

He lifted from me quickly, his weight missed as soon as it was gone. My chest felt light, empty, lonely, and I wanted him back against me, pressing me into the mattress. “Let’s get you out of this,” he grinned, tugging at my silky nightgown.

I lifted my body, allowing him to slide the material up and over my hips, and then slowly over my breasts, my head, and then onto the floor. His eyes rested on my full breasts, his tongue slid across his bottom lip, and then he lowered for his first taste. I gasped as his mouth clamped onto my nipple, sucking on the hardened flesh until I let out a moan of pleasure. “You taste so fuckin’ good in the morning,” he chuckled, lowering himself between my legs.

My legs parted, my lungs expelled their excess oxygen, and I squealed as his tongue flicked against my clit. He growled as he chewed on the meaty nub above my pussy, tugging on his hungrily as my body worked into a powerful arousal. I pulled at his head, trying to lift him back onto me, begging him to take me now, to stop teasing me with his mouth. “Breakfast of champions,” he smiled, finally lifting from between my legs. My body trembled from the approaching orgasm he lured closer to its edge as he let his weight fall back onto my chest, just enough to calm me, to soothe me from my overly aroused state.

My hips widened as he entered me, pushing deep into my body with a quick thrust. I yelped, gripping his shoulders tightly with both hands, and let the rush of pleasure flow like waves in a storm from my breasts to my pussy, and then around his hard cock.

He chuckled and then groaned in my ear. I knew he loved that he could make me come so quickly, so effortlessly, but mornings were not a time where he could hold back long, I knew.

My hips rocked into his, grinding my sensitive clit into his pelvis. I moaned from the stimulation and the pleasure, knowing that he was close and that nothing he could do would stop it.

Teetering on the edge, I reached down, beneath my ass cheeks and let my fingers tease his balls as they tightened from the tickle. One long growl, a quick, forceful thrust, and then he tensed, filling me with the warmth of his cum as he nibbled lightly on my earlobe. “I love you,” he whispered.

My heart stopped for a second, quieting the room so I could decipher what I’d just heard. Elijah lifted up, his eyes stared into mine, and he repeated what I hoped he’d said once again, this time clearer, louder, and with no way of denying what it was.

“I love you, too,” I gasped, almost unable to catch my breath. I knew he did, at least I expected, but he’d never uttered the words until now. They were sweet, delicious, and I wanted to taste them from his lips. I rose up, covered his mouth with mine, and let my heart beat wildly against his chest.