Part 20 (2/2)
”You're amazing, Brynn.”
My heart and body both yearned toward the man whose breath warmed my neck, the man whose chest was crisscrossed with the tragic reminders of a love he could never bring back. I could not erase the scars or the memories, but I could help him to look forward, and we could both move on from our pasts.
Una.s.suming and quietly confident, Eliot sat up on the side of the bed and pushed down his pants and underwear at the same time. Turning again to a kiss on my shoulder, he let me see him naked for the first time. If there had been a mirror in front of me I'm sure my eyes would have been perfectly circular with awe and curiosity. His member stood erect, so large that I couldn't see how it would fit into me. Without thinking, I reached out and touched it in wonder. The skin was so soft, smooth, and as my fingers stroked the tip lightly he twitched under my hand. I drew my hand back.
Eliot must have seen my expression.
”I told you, slowly,” he said. ”Tell me if it hurts.”
He reached over to the bedside drawer, obscuring the light. When he turned back to me he was sheathed in a condom. His eyes filled with stormy desire and when he placed his hand on my breast my heart pounded against his palm. He kissed me on the nose, his erection grazing my hip. I felt myself twist toward him instinctively.
”I'll take my time, Brynn, but if you want me to stop, just say the word.”
I was frightened in the best kind of way, amazed that he still wanted me now that I was naked and he could see all of me. Amazed that the two of us should be here, together, under the silken drapes of the canopy bed in a castle. The candlelight flickered as a draft whispered through the room. If he'd wanted to make me feel like a princess, he'd done an admirable job of it. Every part of this seemed like a dream.
He bent his head down again to my chest, this time sliding his hand between my thigh as he suckled my breast. I whimpered as his fingers stroked me on either side of my most sensitive area. A rush of l.u.s.tful power shot through me in increasing intensity as his fingers moved closer and closer. Each lick of his tongue mirrored the strokes of his hand, and when he finally circled the hard nub of my nipple with his tongue I was ready to explode in ecstasy.
Eliot stopped his fingers withdrawing abruptly, and an agonized cry rose from my throat.
”Incredible,” he whispered. I could do nothing but watch in a paralysis of l.u.s.t as he moved over me, gently sliding between my legs. His fingers found their way to my core again, this time slipping down and inside me as his lips kissed mine in soft insistent motion. The pressure, so intensely shocking, had disappeared, replaced with the slick movement of his fingers testing my depths. He looked at me, and his face was a question I could only answer one way.
”I want you, Eliot.” I moaned as Eliot s.h.i.+fted himself to slide inside of me. The cold air of winter had been replaced by springtime's blus.h.i.+ng warmth, and my entire being blossomed with heat as he gave me my new womanhood. His lips hovered inches from mine, our breaths mingling between our bodies, and he paused there, at the crux, letting my body adjust itself to the lovely invasion that sent thrills through every single nerve I had.
The first thrust of his seemed to fill me completely, but but as he moved I could feel myself adjusting, stretching to accommodate his girth. A fiery pain shot through me, replaced almost instantly with a rush of pleasure as he bore his body down to accommodate my most sensitive place.
”Oh G.o.d! Eliot!” My cries caught in my throat as he worked himself deeper inside of me.
”Brynn?” He paused.
”Yes,” I said, pulling him tight against me. He couldn't stop now. In my mind I heard the sharp strains of the Satie building into a climax. The secret part of me that I had kept hidden burst forth in a frenetic desire, and my body arched itself against his.
We found each other anew as our bodies came together in twin pa.s.sion. Eliot's hands caressed me, his lips tearing the breath from mine. He rocked faster and faster, his breath hot against my skin. I found his rhythm and matched it, my body responding despite myself. Normally I lived in my head, but right now my mind was lost in the wild rhythm of our lovemaking, every animal sensation too raw to comprehend on an intellectual level. I moaned pa.s.sionately as he found an angle that sent my nerves into sharp thrills.
He thrust deeper and deeper, sending shocks of pleasure coursing through my body with each connection. Inside of me my desire rose in waves that came close to cras.h.i.+ng down on me but stopped at the last instant, each wave building on the last in an intense agony of l.u.s.t. My fingers scrabbled at his back, pulling him deeper inside of me. I wanted more, more.
Every second stretched into infinities, the flickering light dancing shadows on the walls. His lips caught mine and sucked at my bottom lip as he thrust, and I felt the wave push past the crest and over, the desire surging through my body echoed by his own.
”Brynn.” He groaned, calling my name. I could feel him pressing to his edge and it sent me over mine as he rocked into me once more.
Waves of o.r.g.a.s.m rocked my body and I clenched my eyes shut, sparks of white pa.s.sing over my vision even in the darkness as the shudders pa.s.sed through me. The sparks whirled around, turning from snowflakes into burning embers as the shocks of pleasure rolled over my body and I twisted, writhing under the first man to love me, to make me love him.
He o.r.g.a.s.med only moments after me, his muscles stiffening above my hips as he spasmed once, again. I did not know what had happened until he moaned, his eyes rolling back in pleasure. His lips pressed against my shoulder hard as he thrust one last time, sending me into another wave of ecstasy. My knees buckled as the s.h.i.+vers continued through my arms and legs, and I crumpled my hands against his chest.
Eliot's lips fluttered soft kisses on my cheek, his hands caressing me in compete possession. I gazed up into his face and smiled, tears springing unbidden to my eyes. After pressing another kiss to my lips, he rolled off to one side and rearranged himself, circling his arm around my body and bringing me close to him. My ear pressed to his chest, I could hear his heartbeat sounding quick and hard against his skin. Slowly, carefully, his long fingers stroked my hair.
”Thank you,” I said. ”For bringing me here. For everything.” I tilted my head up to see his face, and his kind eyes gazed back at me.
”It's been a pleasure,” Eliot said, his lips pressing briefly onto the tip of my nose. ”Everything.”
”Even the d.a.m.n cat?”
”Especially the d.a.m.n cat. He can stay.”
I laughed. ”I'm glad you've changed your mind about him.”
”I haven't changed my mind about him. I've changed my mind about you.”
”Oh?” I raised my eyebrow in a question.
”No, that's not what I mean. I was scared to risk anything with you.”
”Am I so risky?”
”Yes. But I had everything to gain from the risk.”
His heartbeat was slowing in my ear, but I still felt as though every nerve inside of me was s.h.i.+vering.
”What's going to happen? After the interns.h.i.+p ends, I mean?” We only had weeks until I had to go home, graduate, and start my life. I didn't want it to be over.
”I don't know, Brynn,” he said. ”What would you like to do?”
”I'd like to keep studying math,” I said firmly, then laughed at myself. Out of everything, that was the first thing that leapt to mind.
”The academy has wonderful programs,” Eliot said. ”Of course, with the paper you'll be publis.h.i.+ng soon, I'm guessing you'll have offers from any grad school you decide to attend.”
”Paper?” My heart beat faster. It was unheard of for professors to share credit with interns.
”Of course. Did you think I was going to let you slack off in your last days here?”
I kissed his skin in response, letting my hands move freely across the raised marks on his chest. When I reached his face, he looked serious, like he had when I first saw him sitting on the bench in front of the library cafe.
”Thank you,” he said. His hands moved in small gasps along my back.
”For what?” My voice caught as his hand found the small of my back and pulled me against him.
”For helping me...to know I can live again. For helping me to find love.”
”You're the one who found me,” I said. ”Even though you didn't know my name.”
”That's right,” Eliot said. ”I had forgotten. A temptress who runs away to hide from me. What have I gotten myself into?” He smiled.
”I'm sorry,” I said. ”I shouldn't have run.”
”I'll just make sure to keep an eye on you.”
My gaze wandered over the room. The candlelight reflected on the windowpane, but I could almost make out the stars in the sky outside.
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