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I quickly loaded the plates and cups into the dishwasher before heading into the guest room to grab myself an outfit.
But I found myself drifting into Elian’s room, listening to the splash of the shower for just a moment before I stripped out of my clothes, then headed into the bathroom.
We’d had company all night and morning. There’d been no privacy for us, so when we’d fallen into bed the night before, we’d done nothing but sleep.
That didn’t mean that the desire wasn’t there, though.
And while I knew our schedule was a little tight this morning, I didn’t want to waste the opportunity for us to be alone together.
“Hey,” Elian called as his head turned, finding me standing there, his gaze roaming over me, eyes going immediately hungry. “Get in here,” he said, reaching out a wet hand to grab my wrist, and pull me under the warm spray.
His arms went around me, pulling me flush against his body as his lips crashed down on mine.
The heat bloomed through me, sparking, catching, blazing a fire through me that started to consume us both.
My hands drifted up his arms, shoulders, then wrapped around his neck, pulling him more tightly against me, the brush of his chest hair over my sensitive breasts making me moan against his lips.
Elian’s hands slid down the slope of my back, sinking into my ass, and dragging me against his hard cock.
His lips swallowed my moan as he turned me, pressing my back against the wall, the cold of it making a shiver rack through my system.
His lips moved to my ear, his teeth and tongue teasing the shell of it, then moving downward. Over my neck, my chest, between my breasts.
My hand slapped down on the back of his neck, fingers sifting into his wet hair as he moved to the side, sucking my nipple into his mouth until I was arching into the sensation, letting out a throaty whimper.
His tongue worked little circles around the tightened bud before his teeth were grazing.
Elian’s hand moved down between us, fingers teasing up my slick cleft toward my clit, circling it with expert precision as he moved across my chest to continue the sweet torment.
My moans started to echo back to me in the shower niche as two of his fingers slid down, then slipped inside of me, thrusting lazily as he continued to work my clit.
“Elian,” I whimpered, rocking against his hand, needing relief from the clawing need building inside of me.
Reaching between us, I grabbed his cock, stroking him to the rhythm his fingers were fucking me, needing him as far gone as I was right then.
“Elizabeth,” he groaned against my neck.
“Elian, please,” I whimpered, stroking him harder still.
“I don’t have…” he said, trying to pull away from me to get the protection.
“It’s okay,” I said, rocking harder against his touch as I buried my face in his neck, kissing up the stubble I found there. “My tests are negative,” I told him as his fingers started to finger me faster.
“Mine too,” he said, voice rough with his need. “But…”
“That’s covered,” I said, stroking him harder. We could get into the specifics of that later. Right now, I needed him.
On that rumbling sound deep in his chest, his fingers slid out of me. Reaching down, he pulled my leg up, pressing it wide against the wall, opening me up for him as he moved between.
His cock stroked against my cleft until my moans got more and more desperate.
Then, finally, he slipped down and thrust, taking me to the base in one long, hard thrust.
His groan mingled with my moan.
And then we were moving together, my hips rocking as he thrust, both of us too far gone for exploration, for teasing and slow loving.
“Fuck,” Elian hissed, his lips near my ear. “You feel so good.”