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“Wait for it,” he says. We both stay quiet for a few seconds, and Floyd’s whining quickly dies down.
After a beat, Eli shoots me a playful smile as he closes the distance between us. He’s shirtless, and wearing grey sweats. His three-day-old beard looks tempting, and his mussed up hair is adorable. “Sorry, I wanted you all to myself.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
HE PRESSES HIS MOUTH softly to my collarbone. “You left me hanging last night,” he teases. “I thought I could have you after the movie,” he says as his mouth travels down to my breasts. He gently digs into the camisole of my nightie and frees it, and licks a slow circle around my hard nipple, teasing. “But you fell asleep on me.”
I throw my head back and melt into the soft mattress.
“I want you now,” he says. “God, I’m so hard.”
Oh my… I’m already so turned on, and he’s barely started. “I haven’t even brushed my teeth yet,” I remind him.
“I don’t care.”
I reach for him, and feel his hardness. I want him as badly as he wants me.
He trails his hands to the band of my panties and peels them off slowly. I lift my hips and pull them along with him. I want them off, and I want him inside me. I turn around and clamor to my knees. I’m on all fours, and I want him to take me like this.
A low growl escapes him as he grabs me forcefully by the hips and pulls me closer. I feel his erection pressed against my sex, and I fear we’re being careless but I get lost in the moment. He pulls my long hair around my shoulder and drops soft butterfly kisses down the length of my spine. He sends shivers through me, and when he gets to the bottom of my back, to the tip of my crack, he does something completely unexpected — he bites my ass.
“Kinky boy,” I breathe.
“I love your ass,” he says. “I can’t get enough, and your amazing tits,” he slides his hand up my torso and grabs a handful, and bites my shoulder softly. He’s a biter, this one. John is not really a biter. I don’t know what to think. Do I like it? Yes, I think I do. “Do it again,” I beg. “Bite my ass again.”
He laughs. “Okay, one more nibble, and then I need to grab a condom.”
I’m glad he’s got his head on his shoulders, because I was completely forgetting. We can’t be as free as I am with John. I lie on the cool crisp sheets as I wait for him to have his way with me, any way he wants.
I watch him sliding the latex over his erection, anticipating him inside me, pleasuring me, bringing me to a place I’ve never quite been to before. Our place.
When he finally sinks into me, I almost cry. I can’t let this go. How will I go on, every day, without this? Without him? He presses his hand on my sex as he pounds into me. I moan at every thrust, every hit of my G-spot. I press my hand over his and slide it down over my wetness, until the both of us break apart.
“I love morning sex,” I tell him over breakfast — we’re having pancakes and fruit with freshly whipped cream.
He smirks. “Do you ever have morning sex with John?”
I sigh. I don’t like it when he asks me questions about him, he brings him back into my life, when I’m trying to forget all about him, about my ‘real life’, about Amanda, about having to say goodbye to Eli. “Can we not talk about John?” I ask. “I just want to focus on us.”
He nods and takes a sip from his glass of orange juice. “I’m sorry. I keep doing that. I… I’m just curious about him, about your marriage.”
“Don’t feel bad, Eli. It’s completely normal, given… our situation.” What I’m doing is not fair. I’m putting him in the middle of our marriage and our problems. He doesn’t deserve that. And I know I’m going to hurt him, and it breaks my heart. I watch him as he digs into his pancakes, and he’s so beautiful, so perfect, so funny, and so talented. How could he not find someone else to replace me very soon? I’m sure he’ll be just fine. Maybe not initially, but eventually, soon enough. No, I’ll be the one who will spend the rest of my life remembering him, and wishing I could have just one more touch. I wonder who I’ll think about when I’m very old, and drifting away… Emma and Theo, and John, and Eli?
“So what are we up to today?” I ask in an attempt to change the subject. I also can’t wait to see what he has in store for me. This is his city, and he’s the one in charge.
“I thought I’d take you to Christiania,” he says. “It’s very cool.”
“I’m not sure I’ve heard if it,” I tell him — it certainly wasn’t on my list.
“It’s a hippie commune,” he tells me. “The food is great, and it’s definitely an interesting place to visit.”
“A hippie commune?!”
He laughs. “A bunch of hippies about fifty years ago got together and took over abandoned military barracks and made their own rules,” he explains. “They even have their own flag.”
“Sounds fun.”
“Great street art, and lots of cannabis, if that’s your thing,” he says.
