Smoke & Mirrors

Chapter 7: Burnt

Elliot was a tender lover, the way every caress and touch sent waves over pleasure through Allison's body. She thought about his tongue that twirled circles over her sweet spot as Elliot moaned enjoying every bit of her. He told the truth and really took his time on her before his strong arms lifted her against the wall. He lined himself up with her before she begged him to enter her, he slowly lowered her on to him and filled her up. Elliot guided her over his hard dick repeatedly until she felt an eruption somewhere deep in her stomach and called out his name over and over.

"That's it my girl, come for me" He whispered into her ear as her body lost control.

His breath was hot on her skin when he laid her back on the bed and continued thrusting into her. His hands felt like they were on every part of her body at the same time. Allison fisted the blankets as she prepared for another orgasm to rock her core, and this time Elliot joined her pushing his hardness as deep and a hard as he could into her. Elliot's moans of pleasure filled the room and the heavy breathing slowed. They both basked in the euphoria that surged through them and drifted off to sleep.

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The bright sunrise that steamed through the open window woke Allison early that morning, she looked at Elliot who lay next to her still peacefully asleep. She studied the angles of his face, his dark brow, his jaw, and his soft plump mouth. Her stomach stirred with the pleasant memories of the night before, his mouth on her most intimate place. She shook the thoughts from her mind, if she kept thinking like that, they would never leave the bedroom!

The burnt chicken still sat on the stove, blacked with neglect. Allison laughed to herself, with all pleasure of last night they hadn't made it out of the bedroom to eat anything. In unison her stomach growled loudly prompting her to search the kitchen for something to eat and settled for a bagel.

The flowers laid on the countertop their petals beginning to wilt, and Allison decided to put them in some water. She found a juice jug large enough to hold the beautiful bouquet and set them in the middle of the island counter. The mixture of red roses and orange tiger lilies complemented the red mahogany throughout Elliots home, and she smiled when she saw the long thin box that sat under where the flowers had been. She took it into her hands and ran her fingers along the indentation that separated to two pieces of the elegant velvet box.

"Curious, Allison?" His voice startled her, and she almost dropped the gift. Elliot locked his arms around her waist and smiled sleepily into her neck. Allison grinned and nodded her head. "Open it." he whispered in her ear, sending a deep warmth right into her insides.

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Elliot watched as her manicured fingers traced the opening and come to rest at the edges of the box. She held the box in the palms of her hands and used her thumbs to push open the lid, exposing the beautiful bracelet. He eyed her reaction as she admired the way the emeralds caught the light and splashed green beams across her thumbs.

"Do you like it?" he asked as he traced kisses down her cheeks.

"It's beautiful. These aren't..." she began to question.

"Yes, they're real." He smiled, proud of himself and caught her eyes, turning her face to meet his. He gave her a quick peck. "And you are worth every one of them."

Allison gazed at the gift before her, when Elliot removed the delicate string of gems from the box and fastened it to her wrist.

"A perfect fit." His smile gleamed brighter that then the jewels that hung perfectly from her wrist. Allison thought about protesting such an extravagant gift, but his words you are worth every one of them rang through her mind. Instead, she admired the way they felt on her wrist, and a warmth slowly made its way through her entire body.