A Beautiful Forever - By Anderson, Lilliana Page 0,45
want to possess her, to know everything there is to know about her, to spend every living moment with her. But I know that, emotionally, she’s holding back, keeping herself just outside of my grasp, and I wonder whether she'll ever surrender fully to becoming ‘us’. I deepen my kiss, wanting to hold on so badly, knowing this could all be too fleeting.
She starts to make noises while she kisses me, I can tell she’s about to come again. I try not to move too much more than a small pulse as we fully connect, letting her guide the rhythm. When she cries out, I finally let go as well, pushed over the edge by the pleasure from her moans.
She lies down on my chest again, breathing hard, and I roll us both so that I ‘m on top now, kissing her face, her neck. I run my fingers over her body and enjoy the smoothness of her skin beneath my fingertips.
Placing her hands either side of my face, she guides me, so I’m looking at her, there is such adoration in her face as she gazes up at me, tears still threatening to spill from her eyes. I lean down and kiss each one, tasting a slight saltiness on my lips when I do. Her hips rock up against me and I'm instantly hard again, moving inside her, setting aside my worries and losing myself in our blissful connection.
Paige
Being with Elliot is a heaven I never thought was possible for me to experience. I don’t think I ever want to go back out into the real world again. I don’t want to face the things I have to face, or speak of the truths I have to tell. I just want to be right here, right now, connected with him – forever.
Chapter 17
Elliot
As we lie together, naked and wrapped around each other, I can’t think of anywhere else I’d rather be. I feel like I’ve found myself in her arms, and I don’t want to let her go.
“I’m so sorry for making you go in there. I should have taken you home,” I say to her as she lies on my chest tracing her fingers in between my abs as I twirl her hair around my fingers, enjoying the way it coils around each one like a spring.
“You didn’t make me do anything Elliot,” she answers.
She sits up to talk to me, and my eyes fall to her breasts; I don’t think I’d be a guy if they didn’t. She doesn’t speak, so I drag my eyes back up to hers, and she’s smiling at me. But it doesn’t touch her eyes or display any sort of happiness; it's thoughtful and a little sad.
“Are you going to be ok?” I ask out of concern, smoothing my hand against the skin of her arm.
She looks over at closed curtains of the hotel room window and sighs. “I just wasn’t expecting her to be there. I barely even got to say two words to him. It feels like we wasted the trip out here.”
“There isn’t a moment of time around you that I consider a waste Paige.”
She turns her attention back to me and looks slightly pained as she smooths her hand down the side of my face. “You have such a beautiful heart Elliot.”
Paige
He’s looking up at me, and my chest hurts from caring about him so much. Why did this man have to come into my life? I was surviving fine without him, and now I don’t feel like I can even breathe without him near me.
We have gone from meeting on a plane to being a constant in each other’s lives in a little more than six weeks. I don’t know how I’m going to say good-bye when he leaves, all I know is that I need to be with him, perfect like we are now, for as long as we can. I don’t want to tell him any more about my past, I don’t want to ruin what little time we have together.
He takes my hand from his face and kisses my palm, pulling me down to lay beside him. His fingers trail up and down my back as he leans up on his arm, studying my tattoo. It feels strange having someone look at it after keeping it covered for so many years, kind of like my soul is exposed.
His voice is low and intimate when he speaks. “So is this how you see yourself?”