Page 55 of Finding Elodie
“Damn, I’m so full,” she breathed.
He twitched inside her. Let her set the pace for a while. She rotated her hips in circles, then back and forth, holding herself up with her hands braced on his chest. She was sexy as fuck, her hair brushing against her tits and nipples as she moved. Mustang memorized the moment and knew he’d fantasize about this for many, many nights to come.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered. “Make yourself come on my cock.”
He loved that she didn’t hesitate. One hand moved between them and she began to roughly massage her clit. He felt her inner muscles squeeze his dick, and he groaned. Fuck, she was perfect.
Her juices were rolling down his balls now, soaking him as she got herself off.
“You’ve ruined me for my vibrator,” she said, looking down into his face as she got closer and closer to the edge.
“Good. You need to get off, you let me know and I’ll let you use me just like this, anytime you want. I’ll fill you so full, you won’t feel anything but me.” He continued to talk dirty, seeing that she loved it. “You’re clenching me so tight, you’re gonna leave bruises. I fucking love this. You on top, your tits begging for my touch. Come, Elodie. Fucking come already.”
That did it. She arched her back and pressed down as hard as she could on his cock and exploded. Mustang grabbed her hips even as she was coming and lifted her, slamming her back down as hard as he could on his dick.
She screamed, and he did it again. And again. Prolonging her orgasm and setting off his own in the process. He came so hard and long, he saw stars. His heart almost beat out of his chest, and he knew he’d probably be sore in the morning from using muscles he wasn’t used to using.
When they’d both stopped shaking, Mustang eased Elodie down onto his chest. She lay against him like a wet noodle. They were both sweaty and breathing hard, but Mustang couldn’t keep the smile off his face.
“Holy shit,” Elodie muttered. “Thank God I didn’t go for the wine and slow seduction. I’ve never been so satisfied.”
“I promise to do the slow seduction some other time,” Mustang told her.
“Nope. I liked this. I choose a hard fucking every time.”
His smile grew, and he ran a hand gently up and down her back.
They both groaned when his cock eventually slipped out of her body.
“Damn.”
“Yeah. I need to take care of the condom.”
“Okay,” she said, rolling over.
He headed for the bathroom and was back in seconds. He straightened the blankets and covered Elodie before getting under them with her. He took her into his arms and they both sighed in contentment.
After a moment, she asked, “Are you sure this isn’t weird?”
“This isn’t weird,” Mustang told her immediately. “It’s so right, it’s not even funny.”
“I just…I didn’t come to Hawaii for this. I mean, I wanted to find you, but I didn’t come for sex.”
Mustang laughed. He couldn’t help it.
Elodie raised her head. “What’s so funny?”
“I know you didn’t come to Hawaii for sex. You’re so amazing, I have no doubt you could get sex any day of the week and twice on Sunday. I’m glad you came here. I prayed I’d see you again. I wasn’t lying, I regretted having to leave you before figuring out how I could help you. And I still want to help…but I also want more.”
“More?”
“Yeah. I want you, Elodie. I want to take more walks with you, I want to cook with you, and have you show me up every way a chef can show up a shitty cook like me. I want you to get to know my team and hang out with us. I want to wake up with you by my side, and I want you to be waiting when I get home from a mission. I want it all…and if admitting all that makes this weird, so be it.”
Mustang held his breath as he waited for her response. Had he gone too far? Yeah, the sex between them was great, but maybe that’s all she wanted. Sex. To make the reason why she had to use a fake name go away.
But he still wouldn’t doubt the feeling deep down that said she was the one for him.
Elodie went boneless against him. He hadn’t realized how tense she was until that moment. “I want that too,” she said quietly.
