I was weak as I descended back to earth but when Eli pulled out of me, my eyes snapped open and I wanted to protest. Before I could form words to tell him I wanted more, he was lifting me up and turning me to lean me over the back of the sofa. My stomach pressed against the cushions and his hands grabbed my thighs and moved my legs farther apart. I understood then what he was doing, and I leaned forward more and jutted my bottom out toward him.
His large hands grabbed my waist in a tight grip, and he moved in from behind me. With one hard jerk, he pulled me back as he slammed into me. Stretching me again with his hard length. Making me moan loudly with my greed for more of what he could give me. He grabbed the back of my hair with one hand and squeezed my hip with the other. The control of the way he handled me should be frightening. But it wasn’t. Eli was different. He wasn’t the same guy I’d once met, but I trusted him without question.
“You asked me to fuck you,” he said with a harsh tone that made me tremble. I liked it when he talked that way while he was inside me. “Now I don’t think I can stop,” he warned as he began to move faster with such hard thrusts the slapping of our bodies as he pumped inside me grew louder. As did his groans. “Yeah, fuck yeah, God your ass is perfect.” He cupped both of my butt cheeks in his hands. “FUCK!” he shouted as the warmth from his release shot inside me. The heat, the way his body shook, the growing wetness now coating us both sent me into the third and final orgasm. Before the darkness wrapped me up and pulled me under. The freedom of letting it take me was beautiful.
MAY 27 / 5:03 AM
Eli Hardy
I’D BEEN DRESSED for well over thirty minutes. I should have left already. It was the right thing to do for both of us. Ophelia was without a doubt the best sex I’d ever had in my life. There wasn’t even a close second. Being near her eased me and gave me peace that had become so foreign to me. She was like crisp spring water to a thirsty man.
I hadn’t been prepared for how being inside her would affect me. That I didn’t see coming. Until last night nothing had made me forget, feel like I had hope, gave me joy anymore. Not one damn thing I’d tried had relieved the despair so twisted inside me that I couldn’t break free of it. Nothing that is until I’d been inside Ophelia. Sex wasn’t meant to heal or move you. It was for pleasure. Last night had been pure lust. For both of us. We’d wanted each other and acted on it.
Finding myself again, the man I’d thought was gone, while I fucked Ophelia was so damn tragic I didn’t know how to wrap my head around it. Why couldn’t I feel that way without sex being involved . . . hell without a woman being involved. I didn’t want to connect with a woman again. I’d tried that, allowed myself to accept it, then I’d been marked for life because of it. Ophelia came into my life too late. Last night didn’t change the events that had transpired the past year for me. If it could, I wouldn’t be standing here trying to leave. I’d be in that bed still holding her.
What did that say about me? How fucked up was I that something as basic as hot sex could make me forget what I’d lost. What had been taken from me so unjustly. Was my soul as black now as I’d once accused . . . ? I closed my eyes before finishing that thought. I wouldn’t think about her. Not here in this room with Ophelia lying there asleep. There was something pure about Ophelia and I knew it was part of my attraction. She deserved more than me. More than the way I’d spoken to her while I couldn’t get enough of her last night. There had been no sweet words come out of my mouth and a woman like her deserved that. Not what I had given her. She was better than that. Yet another thing I had to be ashamed of in the predawn.
My leaving was in her best interest. I knew now that this connection with her was deeper for me than was good for her. If I’d only known this with her before I’d left, then things would have been so very different. I would have never ridden out of Sea Breeze. I would have never met . . . Alice.