Fairy Tale of New Lawke (NaNoWriMo)

Chapter 23 -Elliot

Elliott's eyes widened at Adaline's declaration. He half expected to wake in his bed, to find out he had dreamt it all. He couldn't believe after everything he said that day, after the way he's acted towards her, that she could still want him. He held her tighter, gently kissing the side of her head her pulse throbbing against his lips. He whispered almost inaudibly.
"I love you too my darling,"
They spoke not a word more, the sound of their heartbeats filling the modest room. He could feel his chest tighten as the coconut scent of her skin waded into his nostrils. She always smelt so good. His hand gently stroked the top of her arm leaving goosebumps in its wake. Her breath hitched. He could see her throat move as she swallowed deeply. He watched her anxiously picking at the skin around her nails eyes drawn down.
"What are you thinking about?"
She looked at him lower lip trapped between her teeth. He could tell she wanted to tell him but something was holding her back. Kissing her forehead he waited not wanting to pry.
"I'm worried," she admitted.The tears brimming her eyes left him with a feeling of guilt. Was it what he had said?  Had his familial drama scared her away? Was he losing her? His chest tightened, breathing almost non-existent. He couldn't lose her. He just couldn't.
"Talk to me," Was all he could say.

She took a deep breath in a droplet of blood trickling down her thumb where she picked the skin raw. Elliot held her hand still.
"Where do we go from here? I mean, I'll be heading home soon. With mum here there's no reason for me to stay. So where does that leave us?"
Elliot thought for a moment. He couldn't understand what she meant. Her home wasn't too far and he drove, he could see no reason why they would not last. And more to the point he saw no reason why they couldn't live together at all. Not right away of course, But certainly in the future. He'd never been so sure of anything, of anyone until she crashed back into his life. Had never felt this way about anyone. She took his breath away without even trying, water light into his life he never knew he needed.
"Does anything have to change? All I know Adaline, is I don't ever want to be without you. I don't ever want to lose you. You're my reason to wake up in the morning, my reason to do better and to be better. Wherever you go, I go. You'll always have me,"
Her breathing slowed, eyes following his lips. She was given him the look. The look that instantly aroused him. He wondered if she knew, if she intentionally gave him that look. It was his turn to swallow deeply. He wanted her so bad, had never felt a lust like this for anyone. He had to have her. Now.

Moving forward so that Adaline lay on her back beneath him he smiled. She looked at him a coy smile playing on her lips. He lowered his head, teeth grazing her earlobe. He fumbled with the buttons on her shirt, frustration making the task all the more difficult. She giggled softly reaching up to take over. Elliot looked at Adaline lying before him, his eyes widening as he took in every inch of her exposed flesh. The way her breasts moved to her sides as she arched her back for him. The curve of flesh at her hip. She was perfect. Her skin felt soft against his lips as he traced her body down to the waistband of her leggings. He wanted her, more than he'd wanted anyone - but to rush would be such a waste. His fingers danced down her neck goosebumps rising for him. She whimpered and writhed, as desperate for it as he was. Stroking her lip with the pad of his thumb he leaned into her ear.
"Just wait baby,"
Her pupils dilated as she stared at him, jaw quivering. Her breath hitched as he fingers continued to move towards her naval. God she was so soft. Nuzzling her collarbone he stroked the flesh back up to her breast, cupping as much as he could in one handful. She moaned softly, pulling him further into her, tilting her head to the side. The perfume she'd worn tasted bitter on his tongue the tantalising smell teasing him. Her hair splayed out behind her. If a God existed, Adaline was living proof. Tugging at her leggings he began to pull them down slowly, fighting with her socks to get them to get them past her feet. She giggled once more soft crimson spreading across the cheeks.

Adaline whimpered as his finger stroked the sensitive area between her legs. He wanted to take her right then, to bend her over the sofa and thrust deeply until she screamed his name. But he wasn't going to.He was going to show her just how much he worshipped her, how much she meant to him. His tongue moved slowly up her thigh until it found the sweet bud hidden behind a crown of black curls. The slight saltiness left him wanting more. She moans loudly as his tongue danced slowly building up the pace and the pressure. He watched her face as his finger entered. Watched her back arch and her mouth drop open. He could scarcely contain his excitement as liquid sprayed into his face drowning him. She shook beneath him, breathing heavily. He's longing pressed against her stomach, caged only by his jeans. She struggled with his belt buckle, tugging at the waistband trying in vain to free him. Finally he bounced free standing proud and ready for her. They moaned in unison as he gave her what they both wanted. As he entered her blanketed in the wet of her inner thighs. He moved slowly, The sound of flesh against flesh sparing him on. Her name rolled breath off his tongue, The pressure building inside him. He knew he was close, knew she had yet to finish herself. He tried to stop it, to let her reach climax first, But he wasn't strong enough. He moaned loudly as he filled her before collapsing on top of her. He closed his eyes, silently cursing himself. I should've lasted longer, God I'm such an imbecile. He dared a glance at her expecting disappointment to be staring back at him. Her eyes were closed but a smile spread across her face. Relieved he pulled her in, the sofa suddenly becoming too small for the pair of them. Using his toes, he pulled a throw close enough until he could grasp it in his hand and spread it across their naked forms, the January chill suddenly hitting him. Adaline laughed loudly, uncontrollably. He looked down at her bemused.
"What's so funny?"
"You! The look on your face. Oh my darling, we don't all finish every time we have sex. Don't beat yourself up. It doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it,"
He laughed with her relief flooding him. Until now he'd never cared about the needs of another person when sleeping with them. Had only cared whether he was satisfied. Finding himself in new territory was an experience he found altogether terrifying. He hadn't noticed he still had so much to learn but was glad Adaline has his teacher. One thing he knew for certain, no matter what kind no way he'd be damned if he screwed this up again. He'd finally found the person he knew he'd spend the rest of his life with. He just needed to work on his own insecurities, to make sure he never made Adaline doubt herself or his love for her. For her he would do whatever it took.