Saving Emmy by Rayne Lewis
Chapter 25
He was hard and still had her scent on his face and her taste on his tongue. It wouldn’t matter how many showers he’d take in his lifetime, he would never lose her scent. He’d never forget the sight of her splayed for him—pink, ripe, and ready. He’d never forget her taste.
He settled between her thighs and opened her wide enough to drape her legs over his thighs. She was still wet, but he still fondled and played.
“You like that?” He swiped his hand against her weeping juices.
Ember arched her back, “Take me, Eli.” She practically begged.
He spread her swollen lips, making sure she was ready for him.
“Eli.”
A feather-light touch grazed his shaft and her delicate fingers lingered up and down his length.
“Careful.”
“I am.”
He let her rub from base to tip; the pressure was just right and he let out a feral growl.
“You sound like a wild bear.”
“I’m about to become wild if you don’t stop.”
She squeezed his girth.
“You little minx!”
She smiled and mouthed the words, “I love you.”
“Love you, too.” He placed a kiss between the valley of her breasts. Reaching for his jeans, he took out his wallet and pulled out a foil packet.
“You came prepared.” He saw something wilt in her eyes, though she didn’t change her demeanor. He knew exactly what she was thinking.
“If you think I came expecting this to happen you're absolutely wrong.” He held up the foil packet wanting to tear into it. “The only reason I have this,” he trailed off, feeling embarrassed. “I carry it because none of the guys know I’m...a virgin.” It sounded strange to admit it out loud. No one knew except Cy.
Ember’s eyes widened.
“Don’t look so surprised. I’m not a man-whore like some of the others.”
“But,” she had trouble processing the thought, “but, you're...Delta.”
That made Eli laugh. “And...non-virginity, that's a prerequisite?”
“No, but…”
“As much as I’d love to sit here and talk about my soon-to-be-non-existent pure, celibate lifestyle, there’s more pressing matters I’d like to get to.” He ran his fingers up the center of her folds and she shivered. “You ready, baby?”
She sucked in a breath and let it out on a whoosh, “Ready.”
He tore the packet open with his teeth and his hands trembled a bit when he placed it on his swollen cock head, squeezed the tip of the rubber, and tried rolling it over the engorged head. He struggled but it wouldn’t roll down.
“What, are these extra small?” He tried again, but the circumference of the rubber didn't match his girth.
Ember watched with bated breath. “Wow, I thought you were big, but now I’m thinking you’re huge.”
“As much as that makes my ego flare, it’s not me, it’s the condom.”
“Oh, usually it’s the, ‘it’s not you, it’s me…’ adage.”She giggled.
Eli was frustrated and getting pissed. “I can field strip a gun in pitch blackness, but I can’t roll on a fucking condom?”
Finally, the rubber let loose and he rolled it down his length. It felt dry, but he’d never used one before, so maybe that was normal. “Ready?”
“Yes.” Her following words showed trepidation, “Please...Eli...go slow.”
Leaning forward, Eli planted a chaste kiss on her lips, stoking the fires. “I will, baby. Tell me if anything hurts or if you want me to stop and I'll stop. The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”
“Okay.” The word was said on a breath and he knew she was nervous. He could feel her legs trembling.
“Love you, Red.” He kissed her forehead, lingering before pulling back.
“I love you, Eli.”
With shaking hands, he grabbed his shaft and it pulsed beneath the rubber.
Ember pulled her knees back, lifting her feet from the ground, giving him a beautiful view, willingly offering herself.
He ran his thumb over her clit and rubbed his shaft against her, coating himself in her arousal. Aligning himself with her opening, he slowly began to push inside. When he met resistance, he pulled back, then pushed in again.
“You ok?” His breath was shaky.
“Yeah.”
He pushed in until his head disappeared between her folds.
Ember winced.
Instantly, he pulled back.
“Em?”
“I’m fine. Just a little pinch...and a lotta pressure. I’m good.”
He pushed in, sinking the head again, gaining half his length, and he felt something give.
Ember let out a screech and bit her lip.
He stopped.
Eli felt the tear and knew exactly what it was. He’d taken Ember’s virginity. And, in turn, she took his. Though he didn’t want to hurt her, it filled him with overwhelming joy and honor that she gave herself to him. She chose him. The feeling was branded on his soul along with a million other memories from today.
He continued to feed her with slow measured thrusts and kept watch over her. Her eyes were closed and she started to writhe against him, lifting her hips, meeting his forward movement, silently begging him to go deeper. He pushed deeper and with a little more force, meeting her then retreating. He was a little more than half seated when she dropped her knees to the sides, widening herself, giving into his thrusts.
“Fuck, Emmy, you’re so fuckin’ beautiful.”
She opened her eyes and his heart melted at her smile.
He gained more ground. His balls swayed, almost touching her ass.
“Just a little more.”
“I don’t think I can take any more,” she said on shaky breaths.
“You can take it, baby,” he rocked a little harder putting more force behind his thrust. He widened her legs, pulling her ass a little higher onto his thighs. “That’s it, baby.”
“Eli...”
He sunk to the hilt, his balls pressed against her ass, and he held himself there letting her adjust to him.
“E…”
“I’m in.”
“E…”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m…”
She shattered, coming with a gush.
He gritted his teeth as she tightened around him. Holy shit! He pulled back, fighting against her muscles all the way to the tip and sunk back to the root. He went down to his elbows pinning her beneath him.
“Take me, Eli.”
That was all he needed to hear. He let loose, pumping his hips like a piston. She was begging him the whole time. He did it again and again, over and over.
He was hard as steel.
“Faster, Eli…” she panted.
He pulled back so far he slipped out of her and she moaned at the loss of him. He was shaking, wanting to get back inside her. He reached for himself.
“Fuck! The condom broke!”
The latex ring still held tight around his shaft, but the rest of the condom was split from head to base. “Fuck!”
“I don’t care, Eli,” she pleaded, “I don’t fucking care. Take it off and fuck me.”
He saw the pleading in her eyes, almost rage. Not the rage of anger, but of want. Need. Of primal prey.
“Em.”
“Elijah, please.”
Hearing his given name roll from her lips was all it took.
“I can pull out.”
“Yes...pull out, just get in me.”
She rubbed herself against his hands as he pulled the destroyed layer of latex off his shaft.
Grabbing hold of the base, he slammed home. Her scream mingled with his moan and he began to pound into her, ruthlessly, grabbing her hips and firing home. Slam, after slam, after slam, he rocked into her.
When she locked her legs behind him, he knew the gloves were off. He sat back on his heels, grabbed her hips, and pulled her to meet every thrust. God, it was primal. Grunts and moans filled the air mingling with sex and sweat.
His balls drew up and he commanded. “Get there, baby.”
On cue, she exploded, lost to the intoxicating ecstasy. She was beauty in its rawest form.
He rode high. Ten-feet tall and bulletproof. He did that. Brought out her sexual beauty.
He had no idea they could wield so much power over one another, hold each other captive with a stroke or a touch.
She shivered, quaked, not in control of her own body.
Euphoria. Utopia. Ecstasy.
Eli pumped, resisting the convulsing of her inner muscles and swore he saw stars as he let loose. He felt two ropes of cum shoot out his cock before he remembered to pull out. He pulled out and lunged forward, spilling his seed onto her stomach. His cock pulsed between them.
Eli squeezed his eyes shut.