A Beautiful Forever

chapter 21

Elliot

“Good morning,” I say quietly as Paige’s eyes open and focus on me. We are lying face to face, not giving a shit about morning

breath. She looks so happy right now. I think this is the first time I have seen her when she doesn’t have that lingering sadness that

seems ever-present in her eyes. Perhaps she just hasn’t remembered to be sad yet.

She moves her warm body closer to mine and kisses me, while I breathe in her raw scent, sliding her beneath me.

“Good morning,” she whispers, reaching her hand down, wrapping her fingers around my morning erection.

“Mmmm,” I moan into her neck, kissing and nibbling at her skin. “I don’t ever want to leave this room.”

She laughs quietly, wrapping her legs around my waist and rocking her hips against mine. I can feel how wet she is against my shaft

and all I want to do is plunge myself inside her. I moan, kissing her as I reach beside the bed and grab a condom.

Her hand joins with mine as she takes the packet. “Roll over,” she whispers in my ear as she sits up and grins wickedly at me.

Complying, I watch as she tears the packet open and slips the condom in her mouth, lowering her mouth until she’s poised at my tip.

“Are you ready for this?” she asks, not waiting for my answer before she applies the condom with her mouth, rolling it down with her

tongue in a delicious movement, her breathing careful as she continues to roll it on – all. the. way. to. the. base.

“Oh my god,” I gasp, almost coming as I feel the tightness of her throat around me as she sucks and slides her tongue against my

shaft. I’m losing control as my mind reels with the sensation. “I can’t hold it Paige!” I say as I explode, gasping for breath as my

hands fly into her hair. She withdraws her mouth from around me as she climbs up my torso, gently licking and kissing her way until

we’re eye to eye.

“Nice?” she asks, grinning at me.

“Unbelievable,” I breathe out, grabbing her face and crashing our mouths together. I need to have my way with this woman now.

Flipping her on her back, I drive myself inside her, pumping her hard as she gasps silently which each thrust. Her hands fly up to the

iron bed head as she holds herself firmly, increasing the pressure of my thrusts.

Grabbing her leg, I twist her on her side, altering the angle as I bring her home. She grabs for me as I feel her internal muscles

contracting and a small yell escapes her mouth. “Oh Elliot! Yes, just like that – oh god, I’m coming!” she calls, not giving a shit about

our housemates hearing her.

Her body spasms and her moans grow louder with each thrust as I drive myself inside her. Clamping my hand over her mouth, I can’t

help but laugh a little as she grips my hand tightly, pressing it firmly against her mouth as she yells her orgasm into my palm.

I let out a steady breath as I slam into her one last time, bursting again but still wanting more of her. I don’t think I’ll ever have enough.

Withdrawing from her, I lie down beside her and pull her onto my chest, leisurely stroking her back as we both breathe deeply to

recuperate.

“You’re going to have to get a handle on that yelling,” I chuckle, knowing that anyone else in the flat has full knowledge of what just

went on in here.

“If you want me to stop yelling, you’ll have to stop making me come,” she giggles, nipping her teeth against my chin.

“I don’t want that,” I say, hooking my finger under her chin and tilting her face up to meet mine, bringing our lips together, sliding my

tongue over hers as I explore her mouth once more, trying to squash the nagging thought in my mind reminding me that each kiss is

one less I’ll get before I have to go home.

We laugh into each other’s mouths as my stomach growls loudly. “I think it’s time for you to eat big boy,” she murmurs against me

smiling. I get up, kissing Paige on the forehead and pull on my jeans from last night. I was sure to unlatch the door and collect all of

our clothes from the entry way, so besides skipping out on the party, there shouldn’t be too much for anyone to be annoyed about –

besides the noise we just made... ok, maybe they’ve got a bit to be pissed about.

I open my wardrobe and pull out a warm jumper, looking over as I see Paige watching me.

“Shame the weather isn’t warmer,” she comments.

“Oh yeah?” I say pulling her out of bed and hugging her to me. She slides her hands up under my clothes and over my chest.

“Yeah, I wouldn’t mind watching you walk around without a shirt on all day,” she purrs, kissing me on my neck.

I laugh and kiss her forehead again, “Well, I would prefer that you just walked around naked all day, but I wouldn’t be happy with the

other guys ogling your body, so cover-up and come and have breakfast with me.”





Paige


“Fine,” I grumble, half in jest, half serious. Elliot watches as I pull on a pair of leggings and a long sleeved forest green dress that has

a fitted bodice and flows down to my knees. He looks at me and raises his eyebrows. “What?” I say laughing at his expression, he

looks concerned for some reason.

“You just look…”

“I just look what?”

“Busty.”

I laugh, “Busty?” I look down at the neck line of my dress. It's a simple V that admittedly, shows off my cleavage. I’m a C cup – it’s not

like they’re double D’s flowing all over the place. “And that’s a problem, why?”

He steps towards me and runs his hands down the curve of my body and rests his hands on my hips, “It’s a problem because I don’t

want any of the guys out there, looking at you and thinking the same things I do,” he says lowly.

“Elliot, they’ve seen me in sexier things than this.”

“Yeah, and each time they make comments about you that really piss me off,” he points out.

Tilting my head to the side, I sigh as I look at him in all of his constant gorgeousness. “Elliot, it doesn’t matter what you wear, you turn

every woman’s head that you pass. If I can cope with that, you can cope with me wearing a dress that shows a little cleavage.”

He lets out his breath, “Fine,” he says as I move away from him and open the door.

When we walk out to the living area, Naomi and Gavin are sitting on the floor either side of the coffee table playing a game of cards.

“Morning,” I say.

“Morning lovebirds, sounds like you two were having fun this morning,” Gavin comments, grinning wildly. Naomi looks from me to

Elliot and gives us an amused smile.

“We missed you two at the party last night,” she says.

“Why? We were there,” replies Elliot.

Gavin and Naomi laugh, “Yeah for two seconds,” points out Gavin.

Elliot tilts his head and shrugs his shoulders a little, “Well, the flat was lonely. We came back to keep it company.”

“Yeah, whatever man,” Gavin laughs. “You missed a fun party though. Shane got totally hammered and started dancing on the tables.

It was so funny.”

“Ah well, sorry we missed it. Where’s Brian?” asks Elliot.

“He’s gone to pick up the new girl from the airport, Jolene, I think her name is,” answers Naomi.

“Is he in Shane’s car?” I ask. I meant to ask Shane what he was doing with it before he left.

“Yeah, Shane said he can use it until it sells,” Gavin informs me.

“How much does he want for it?” I ask.

“Couple of grand. Talk to Brian if you’re interested.”

“I will, thanks,” I say as I go into the kitchen and slide bread for Elliot and I into the toaster.

He follows me in, collects two cups and starts preparing instant coffee. “Are you thinking of buying a car?”

Nodding, I say, “Yeah, well, it would be handy don’t you think? We could take a drive to the country - see some other parts of the UK.

Besides, I can’t stay here forever. After you go home, I think I should find somewhere on my own.”





Elliot


After you go home, the words echo in my ears and constrict my chest slightly. I don’t want to go and the fact she’s making plans

regarding what she’s going to do when I leave bothers me.

“Where will you live?” I ask, trying to keep my aggravation out of my voice.

She shrugs as she concentrates on buttering our toast, “I haven’t decided yet,” she replies turning slightly to look at me. When she

sees my face, she does a double take, sighs and turns to face me.

“You’re annoyed,” she states.

“I’m fine,” I say, totally not meaning it.

She takes a step towards me and places her hands on my chest, leaning into me as she speaks quietly, “Don’t make this harder

than it already is, we both knew we only had a short time together… How about we don’t talk about what happens when you leave?

We can deal with it when the time comes.”

I sigh and wrap my arms around her, burying my face in her hair. I have three weeks left. I've never felt so powerless over my own

destiny before, not even when my father made me choose between Katrina and his financial support. Back then, that seemed

horrible, and although I probably made the wrong choice at the time, I still had one. This time, I have to go home, I have to leave her,

or I risk not being allowed to come back.