"Fishing for compliments again?" I teased. He sure didn't need me to tell him he was hung like a horse. Hell, with what was between his legs, he should be walking around like he owned the fucking world.
Elias reached between my legs and pulled his fingers back, slick with my wetness. "Nah," he said. "You obviously like what you feel."
I dropped to my knees, the grass cool underneath me, my eyes following down the length of him as I helped him out of his jeans. I felt his gaze on me as I ran my hand up over the side of the prosthetic. I kept my eye contact with him, somehow aware it mattered that he understand I wasn't repulsed by any of it, by any of him. I ran my palms over the outside of his thighs, feeling his powerful muscles flex under my touch, and then opened my mouth to take him in.
"Shit." Elias ran his hands through my hair, grasping at the roots as I covered him with my mouth. "Your mouth is so fucking hot."
He was the one who was fucking hot, I thought, looking up at him as I held him in my mouth. I liked this, taking him in my mouth, completely in control of his pleasure.
When he grasped my hair, pulling me off of his cock to stand up and face him, his expression was clouded with lust. “Any more of that, and I’d be coming,” he said. “And I don’t want that. Not yet.” He kissed me hard on the mouth, and then along my collarbone and the side of my neck. Then he spun me around to kiss the nape of my neck. I felt him inhale, and the hardness of his cock pressed up against my ass. I arched against him as he wrapped his arms around me, his hands kneading my breasts.
“Please,” I whispered. I was practically begging. I was wanton, needy for him.
Elias pushed me forward a few steps, toward this tree, and I giggled at the idea of being out here, naked, where anyone could find us. I’d never dared to do anything like this, not as River Andrews.
It felt ridiculous, silly, dangerous…and freeing.
“What?” Elias asked.
I shook my head. “Just thinking about us, out here naked.”
He slid his hands over my arms, guiding them to touch this low-hanging branch of the tree that sloped to touch the ground. It was picturesque, this place, and I imagined it was one of those places people came to picnic, back when the riverbed wasn’t dried up and cracked.
“That’s funny, is it?” he asked. “Us, out here, naked?” He plunged his fingers inside me, and I gasped.
“Not...now, it’s not.”
Pleasure rushed through me, and I heard the crinkle of foil. Over my shoulder, I saw him tearing open the packet with his teeth. I had never been so ready for anyone.
When he entered me, it was with no hesitation. In one swift thrust, he was inside me. I arched my back, pressing my ass against him, and his hands grasped my breasts, pulling me into him. I braced my hands against the branch, the rough bark cutting into my palms, but I didn’t care. All I could feel was him.
“You are so fucking tight,” he said, and I felt a rush of wetness in response to his words. I’d never much been one for dirty talking, but something about how this man spoke got me hot and bothered earlier, and it was doing even more for me now.
“Yes,” I gasped. “Harder.”
I felt his mouth near my ear as he spoke, punctuating each ragged word with another thrust deep inside me. “Careful what you wish for, sweetheart,” he said. His fingers pinched my nipples, and a shock of pain ran through me.
“Oh my God.” I was so close.
“Wait,” he growled, close to my ear. “Wait until I tell you that you can come.”
I could hear myself moaning, from somewhere outside my body, but there was nothing else except him and I. I didn’t want anything else. His touch erased everything in that moment, made it impossible to think about anything except what he was doing to my body. All I could imagine was him - his hands on my breasts, his breath on my ear, his lips on my neck, and his cock, filling me up. It was ecstasy, pure and simple.
“Now,” he said, and the instant he spoke the word, I let go, crying out as he came into me. The white heat of my orgasm eclipsed everything else.
Afterward, I stood there, completely motionless as the throbbing between my legs subsided and the fog in my head cleared. I moved my hands and winced. My palms felt raw where I’d clutched at the rough bark of the tree.
Elias breathed heavy against my neck. “Goddamn,” he said.
I’ll say, I thought. Goddamn was about the only thing there was to say.
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CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
ELIAS
Afterward, I sat there, my arms wrapped around River, her back pressed up against my chest.
"Thank you," she whispered.
"For what?" I felt her chest rise and fall under my arms as she took slow breaths.
"All of this," she said. "No one's ever done anything like this for me before."
"No one's ever fucked you like this?" I teased her.
"Shut up," she said. "You know what I mean. No one's ever done something like this, what you did for me tonight, out here."