"You already saw me naked, if you recall," I said, my voice light. I definitely remembered it. I couldn't stop thinking about his hands on me. "What's so special about this place?"
Elias looked away. "I used to come here a lot," he said. "When I was a kid. It was kind of my place, when I had to get away. My escape. My house is a couple miles from here."
There was a lot left unspoken in what he said, a lot of blanks that I filled in based on what June had said about the Saints. I assumed Elias had a lot of running away that he had to do back then. I didn't know what to say, except that it seemed important that he had shared this place with me. So I just said, "It's pretty."
Elias didn't say anything, just stepped forward and kissed me, hard on the lips. His tongue found mine, and I melted into him, my body pressed against his as he kissed me hungrily. When he pulled away from me, the way he looked at me, lust in his eyes, made me shiver.
"Take off your clothes," he said.
"What?"
"I want to see you," he said.
"I thought you brought me out here to eat," I teased. I'd been with him last night, yet I suddenly felt nervous.
"I did," he said, winking.
I laughed. "Dirty."
He shook his head. "Not yet," he said. "But I'm about to be."
His words sent a surge of arousal running through me at the anticipation of being with him. "You first," I said.
"What?"
"Take your clothes off," I said. "You first."
He smirked. "Thought you'd never ask." I watched as he pulled his shirt over his head, then tossed it to the side in the grass. When he'd finished undressing, he stood there, stark naked, hands on his hips, grinning.
Proudly displaying his hard-on.
"Now you," he said. "Take it off. I want to see you buck fucking naked."
I laughed at his crudeness. It seemed out of place here after he'd done something so sweet. Grasping the edge of my shirt, I raised it over my head. I tossed my shirt in the ground, and reached behind my back to unhook my bra. All the while, I stood there, looking at Elias. It's not like I hadn't stripped down like this before.
But there was just something about the way that Elias looked at me that made me nervous and self-conscious and brazen and daring all at once. He made me want to throw caution to the wind. Hell, he was making me throw caution to the wind.
I wasn't sure whether that terrified or thrilled me.
But I just stood there, my chest bare, looking into his cool blue eyes, as the breeze lightly stroked my skin, the way a lover would. I didn't look away as I unbuttoned my jeans and stepped out of them, leaving every stitch of my clothing on the ground.
"Jesus," he said. His voice was hoarse, and he looked at me with an expression that was clouded with desire.
"What?"
"You're so fucking hot," he said.
"Classy." I was sarcastic, but the truth was, his brusque words turned me on. I liked the way he was rough around the edges.
"Turn around," he said. "I want to see all of you."
A breeze rustled the trees, and my nipples hardened in the coolness of the air. I felt like I was under some kind of spotlight. Even after I turned around, I could feel his eyes on me.
I didn't hear him move, but I felt his touch, his palm on my shoulder. I shivered involuntarily, a reflexive response. "And?" I asked. "Do you like what you see?"
He didn't say anything. But I felt his hands on my waist, and then one hand on my thigh, pushing my legs apart.
And then he was kneeling at my feet behind me, his head between my legs, his mouth on me. His tongue moved down me, and I nearly lost my balance as he ran his tongue down the length of my slit. "Shit," I said, the word little more than a whisper.
He brought his face away from my *, and I could feel his hot breath on me, teasing me, taunting me with every word. "I definitely like what I see from this angle," he said, probing me with his fingers. "And I definitely like how you taste."
My muscles clenched down around him, like they had a mind of their own. My body definitely seemed like it had a mind of its own when it came to Elias. Or maybe this was what it meant to have a rebound.
Either way I didn't care. Not when Elias was doing what it was doing. He had me so desperate, needy for him, that I would do whatever he wanted. I wasn't used to feeling like this, my body aching, yearning to be filled.
He brought me to the edge, my breath coming in gasps as he probed me relentlessly with his fingers. Then he stopped, and stood. The throbbing between my legs was all I could think about. I wanted him to keep doing what he was doing.
Facing him, I let my fingers roam over his chest, then down his abdomen, and over his ass. His mouth came down on me, hard, and he kissed me hungrily, his tongue finding mine, probing me. I gripped him, and ran my hand over the length of his cock.
When he let go of my mouth, he looked at me expectantly. "Well?" he asked. "What about you? Like what you feel?"