Page 53 of Finding Elodie
“Holy shit,” she whispered, as she felt his pubic hair mesh with hers. Lifting her head and looking down their bodies, she saw they were as close as a man and woman could be. His cock was buried so far inside her, she couldn’t see any part of it.
Then, as she watched, he pulled out, his cock shiny with her juices.
“So fucking beautiful,” Scott muttered, and Elodie lost sight of his cock as he pushed inside her once more.
Her head fell back, bouncing on the cushion under her.
“I can’t be gentle. You feel too good,” he warned.
“Fuck me like you said you were going to,” Elodie begged.
Scott shifted over her, moving his hands up so they rested almost in her armpits. “Hang on,” he told her.
Just as Elodie grabbed hold of his biceps, he began to thrust. Her boobs bounced up and down as he slammed into her over and over. Every inch of her pussy lit up. She lifted her legs and urged him on by digging her heels into his ass.
Other than their harsh breathing and small grunts, neither said a word; they simply lost themselves in the pleasure.
Elodie had no idea how long they fucked, but it seemed way too soon when he said, “I’m coming.” He planted himself as deep inside her as he could and grunted sexily. Elodie watched as Scott threw his head back and came.
She squirmed under him, wanting more but too embarrassed to ask for it or get herself off. But Scott seemed to know. Without pulling out of her, he sat up and reached between their legs. She could feel him softening inside her. When he began to pluck at her clit and one of her nipples at the same time, she jerked.
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold off any longer. Next time, I’ll wait for you. Come for me again. Come around my cock, babe.”
Elodie obeyed. She was so primed, the feel of him stuffed inside her—and how sensitive she was from his earlier attention—made her come almost immediately. She let out a long moan and squeezed him with her inner muscles so hard, he slipped out of her body as she was coming.
They both groaned, and Elodie saw Scott’s gaze was fixed between her legs. “Damn, woman, that is so fucking sexy.”
Then he was moving again. She had no idea how he could do anything right now; she felt like a wet noodle. But he leaned over and picked her up as easily as he had on the beach and headed down the hall.
“We should clean the couch,” she muttered.
“I’ll take care of it. Right now, I need to hold you.”
Elodie wasn’t about to protest. He lay her down on his bed and helped her climb under the covers. He went into the bathroom briefly, she assumed to take care of the condom. And before he came back to bed, he turned on lights in the closet and the hall, leaving the door halfway open.
Her heart melted. He remembered that she’d said she couldn’t sleep in the dark anymore. Damn, could he get any better?
The answer was yes, he could. Instead of getting under the covers with her, holding her close, he threw the covers back, exposing her to his gaze.
“Scott?”
“I want to see,” he muttered. Then he began to kiss every inch of her body. He started at her head and worked his way down. Kissing, nuzzling, licking. Elodie reveled in his attention—and knew in that moment she was already irrevocably, dangerously in love with this man.
It made no sense. This was more like a one-night stand, but her heart had made its choice. Scott Webber was hers. Period. Full stop. There would be no one else like him, ever.
Damn.
* * *
Mustang’s heart was beating as fast as if he’d just outrun twenty tangos while being shot at the whole way. He’d tried to hold back, to make their first time as good for Elodie as it was for him, but the second he’d pushed inside her tight sheath, he couldn’t think about anything other than thrusting and getting off.
Thank God he’d made her come before he’d lost control. Thank God he hadn’t completely blown it and had been able to give her that second orgasm after he’d selfishly taken her so roughly. But he’d warned her. And she didn’t seem to be too concerned about his lack of restraint.
He’d make it up to her. Make it so she’d never want to leave him.
Mustang had no idea how he’d fallen so hard and fast. He was the cautious one. Always wanting all the information before he made any kind of move on the job. And here he was, jumping in with both feet and damn the consequences.
He’d just have to make Elodie love him. There was no other alternative. He’d keep her so happy that she’d have no choice but to fall hard. Starting with making up for ripping her clothes off, taking her on his fucking couch, and coming with a few strokes like he was a damn virgin.
