Cheer Up Baby | Elijah Hewson

Chapter 10. The Sweetest Thing and Unknown Texts

WARNING : EVERYTHING IN BOLD, ITALIC WRITING IS SMUT. IF THIS IS SOMETHING YOU ARE NOT INTERESTED IN THEN SCROLL DOWN TO WHERE THERE IS NO MORE BOLD, ITALIC WRITING XX

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Movement....

Romance....

Love....

Three words to describe what I felt during this moment.

I felt free. I felt alive. I officially felt real feelings after a long time of not feeling anything.

He made me feel comfortable in my own skin. I was ashamed of my body for so long. I felt disgusted by myself for so long after all the things my dad said to me over the years.

Eli made me feel like I was beautiful. I felt like a new person having this experience with him. Feeling all the words that used to be engrained into my mind slip away as soon as his lips touched mine and his hands carefully traced every inch of my body.

I could feel the bass from the speakers downstairs rumbling in my chest, the beat of my pounding heart and and the beat of the music blaring from the speakers blending together perfectly while Eli slowly placed kisses on my inner thighs.

The only item of clothing left on my body was my cropped Pink Floyd T-Shirt, my other items of clothing being discarded all over Eli's room.

Eli's clothes were removed as soon as we entered his room, him currently only being left in his boxers. We double checked that we locked the door this time, we didn't need anymore interruptions.

I haven't had anyone go down on me in a very long time, and I don't think I've ever had a good experience with someone going down on me either, but Eli....oh my fucking god was he good. He definitely knew what he was doing that's for sure. 

I'd never felt pleasure like this before. It felt like an out of body experience. The way he looked after every bit of my body and took care of all my needs made me feel like I was a hidden gem that needed to be loved and protected.

I felt special.

I became a moaning and whimpering mess very quickly. As soon as his lips and tongue touched where I needed them most there was no way I could stay quiet.

 My hair feathered against his pillows, my eyes rolling into the back of my head, noises of pleasure escaping my mouth and my hands tangled in his beautiful brown locks, and his bright brown eyes looking up at me every once in a while to look at me.

It was a sight for sore eyes, no doubt about it.

The knot in my stomach deepened the more we made eye contact, and I knew it wouldn't be long before all the tension in my body was physically released.

Out of nowhere I felt his lips pull away from down there. I was quick to look down at him with wide, judging eyes.

Before I could begin to lecture him he spoke.

"I think we've both waited long enough. This foreplay shit is killing me right now."

I was nodding my head in agreement like I was a bobble head, taking off my shirt in a rush. I couldn't agree with him more than I already was.