Samantha.
We pull up to my house. My mother shot me a text on the way here I didn't read until now.
"Alex is sleeping in bed with me! Drop him off early tomorrow morning." It read.
In that case, I invite Eli up for a drink.
I need it more than him. I unzip my coat and turn to him for his, but I notice he isn't wearing one. Doesn't he get cold?
"Not really, werewolf, remember?" He smirks, and I look at him quizically.
"Did you read my mind, or is my face so easy to read?"
"It's your face." He laughs.
Ok, explains why those wonder twins knew what I was thinking. Then again, they were witches, and I was dreaming. Right?
I turn around and take my coat off. Out of habit, I reach under my turquiose top and unclip my bra. Eli clears his throat behind me just as I pull it through my sleeve and hoist it into the air. I freeze my face flushed as I refuse to turn around and look at him. My hand is extended as I was just in the process of tossing it onto the love seat that sat in the corner a few feet from my door. His interruption and reminder of his presence stopped me in my tracks, and instead of releasing the bra, my hand stays fisted above my head. The black lacy bra is dangling shamefully in the air.
"Sorry." I force my body to move again and try desparately to hide the bra beneath my shirt. Pure embarrassment creeps up my neck, staining me red.
Eli doesn't say anything, and I awkwardly turn around to face him. Unexpectedly, he dashes up to me and smashes his lips onto mine. Before I know it, we are in the middle of a sloppy, passionate kiss.
He shoves his hands under my shirt, the bra flopping out to our feet. His hands grab onto my breasts, and he pinches my nipples between his thumbs and index finger. A moan rolls off my tongue and is muffled out by his. He quickly pulls my shirt over my head, my long brown hair flying up with the shirt and spilling back down over my shoulders and breasts in a puffy, curly mess. He tugs his off as well before he lifts me up. He helps me wrap my legs around his waist. The buldge in his pants is rubbing against the wet mess in mines and I let out another moan. He takes quick, long strides to the bed and lowers me down gently. My hands explore his beautifully toned body as he just looks down at me and watches. He has acocky grin on his face and i realize I want to see him make other faces.
"Like what you see?"
"Mhm." I gulp.
"Me too."
He takes my mouth with his, and he pushes my legs open with his knees before settling between them.
He pulls away again, his hands sliding down my body to the waistband of my jeans. He tugs both them and my panties off in one swift motion and stands up to remove his. As he lifts off of me, my body becomes cold, and I am suddenly aware of how exposed I am to him. I slap my hands over my stomach and breast, squeezing my legs together, and shielding myself from view.
"What's wrong?" He gruffs out. He holds his pants out in front of him, his naked body hidden.
"Nothing." I lie. I'm embarrassed to admit how selfconcisous I am of my body. I am fit and back in shape, but having a child makes your body feel different sometimes. The three little stretchmarks I aquired from pregnancy on each side of my hips bother me more somedays than others. right now, it is bothering me ALOT. Here I am, laying flawed in front of a flawless man.
"Don't hide your body from me." His voice is desparate and needy.
I slowly let my arms drop at my sides. His pouty lips fixed into a sheepish grin as he let his pants also drop to the floor. He reveals to me his beautiful naked body and large, thick manhood. At this point, I am drooling. His eyes are darkened over as he again pushes my legs apart and slides between them. This time, he stops short, his face hovering just above my belly button. His fingers come into contact with my hips, trailing down what I know are my dreaded stretch marks. I flinch out of both embarrassment and from the sensation that lights up beneath my skin from his touch.
"Don't do that." I mumble breathlessly.
"Why not?" He asks and I don't answer.
"I think every inch of you, every tiny detail," he stops speaking briefly to give my stretchmarks a quick peck, " is absolutely sexy."
I look down into his genuine gaze, my pussy becoming wetter from just eye contact.
He takes in a deep breath, which is followed by a growl that rumbles in his chest.
Without anytime to brace myself, his mouth is on me and he is eatting me out like a starved man. His arms hook under and over my thighs to keep my legs open for the feast.
"Eli!" I cry out, the sparks circulating from my clit throughout my body.
In no time I am shaking from the most pleasurable orgasm I have ever experienced in my life, most exhausting one too. He stands up on his knees while wiping and licking at my juices that slather his mouth. I flopover onto my side panting and drained. This man is amazing.
"You're delicious." He hums in my ear as he slides behind me' spooning me. The skin to skin contact makes my back tingle. I squirm in his arms.
"I love you." He whispers into my ear. His hands sliding down to my hips. I don't even have time to process his words because he clearly wants more of me.
He pulls my ass towards him by tugging on my hips. I feel him position his large member at my entrance before slowly sliding into me.
Moans fill the air from both him and I as he pumps into me from behind with deep slow strokes. His face burrries in the crook of my neck, and my hand clasped over his, which holds onto my hips. We fit together perfectly, my core stretching around his member with little to no pain, the pleasure overcoming all other sensations. I feel another orgasm jolting through my body just as Eli groans, me practically screaming right behind him.
"Shit, Sam.. I wanted this for so long." He pulls himself out of me unexpectantly and shoves two fingers in instead. He fingers me as I ride out my orgasm.
He grunts behind me and I could feel the movement of him jerking off, drops of warm cum hitting my back as he explodes.
Finally my body relaxs. I feel almost lifeless, and his fingers slide out of me. He wraps his arms around me and peppers my head with kisses.
"I'm sorry." He mutters.
"Hm?"
"I almost didn't pull out." He chuckles, his laugh making me smile. "I was so close to marking you too."
"Mark me, how? I always wondered what you meant by that."
"I'd have to bite into your pretty little neck, seal it, and it'll heal up and leave a unique mark. It shows all other wolves that you are mine."
"I'm yours?" I slur out completely, ignoring that he said he'd have to bite me. My eyes aren't allowing me to open them any longer, and sleep is threatening to take over.
"Yes, you are, and you always will be." He kisses my head again and pulls me closer to him if that is even possible.
"I love you." I whisper before drifting off into a peaceful slumber.