AN: Happy Halloween! I rushed this out just for you (even if I did miss the New York deadline by 40 minutes - gah).
Now please note this next chapter may be slightly controversial.. but please trust that it will all make sense if you read on.
Gotta love me and my problematic ways.. *side eyes*
Anyway aside from that, I love you all endlessly for your kinds words and interest in this story!
This one is for Jenna.
X
She lets out a sound, she thinks it's nerves, or arousal - or both. She moves her hand slowly down to his, closing over it at her hip, trying to soothe it, rubbing it softly with hers, conscious of not making any rash movements so she doesn't startle him.
She manages to shift his palm half way up her torso and he obliges at first, moving sleepily with her guidance. She lets go thinking he is going to move off her completely but he doesn't, his fingers return to her waist, before they're slowly dragging up her ribcage and he doesn't stop until he is cupping her breast.
She lets out a sound, her breath catching in surprise at the feel of him grasping her fullness through cotton. She tilts her head to say something to him but she stills when his lips slide down her temple and towards the shell of her ear.
A pang of heat fills her lower belly at just what he will say to her.
But he is silent.
"El," she whispers through the darkness. "Are you awake?"
The material of her tank is thin, she is braless and after a few beats she feels him slowly begin to thumb her nipple. She presses her eyes closed, her nipple instantly pebbling beneath his touch and when he follows it up with a light squeeze, a small moan escapes her throat.
Her hand moves up his arm, her fingers curling over his wrist but she doesn't tug him off her just yet.
"El," she whispers flustered. "If you're messing with me.." But there is no response from him, just slow, languid breaths that continue to fill her ears from behind.
He is still hard against her tailbone and when she shifts her hip his hand sleepily slips off her breast and sweeps down her abdomen. Her throat catches when his pinky meets with the hem of her sweats and her chest pounds when he starts to encircle the waistband.
She waits..
A part of her curious to see what he is actually going to do but when she starts to feel him tug them downward she turns sleepily, a full 180 until she is flush up against his chest.
"Wake up," she whispers, but there is no anger in her tone, just unbridled desire as she cups his cheeks. "Please."
She can see through the darkness his eyes are closed and he is breathing evenly so she begins to stroke his jawline, conscious that his erection is still prodding her stomach.
She waits a few beats before she moves forward, pressing her lips against his cheek, nipping and kissing his stubble in the darkness.
"Please El," she repeats, between kisses. "I need you awake."
Her restraint wanes as she starts to run her fingers down the course hairs of his forearm, her pleading voice dragging along with her sensual touch. When he doesn't respond, she continues to pepper kisses along his throat, her eyes drifting to a close at the taste of his skin - salt mixed with heat, frustration culminating that he is unconscious and she is left with this undeniable ache.
She runs her open palm down the front of his chest, dipping between his pecks stroking him up and down. His hardness is still pressing against her belly, making her mouth dry with want.
"Elliot," her voice is stronger now, her intent more clear. "Please."
She moves her hand lower, down from his pecks until she is stroking the light hairs above his boxers shorts, flipping her hand until her knuckles are gliding across the waistband.
She just wants to be touched by him - anywhere.
Her breasts, her ass.. between her legs.
"Please touch me," she whispers.
His hand that had been limp at her hip starts to slowly move as if on direct command until he is cupping her waist. A few beats pass before it continues to slip between their bodies and goosebumps break across her flesh as his hand moves low on her abdomen, mirroring the same action as her.
His fingers hover at the hemline of her sweats and she stays as still as humanly possible as if not to startle him. She expects him to drag them downward like before but he doesn't this time, it's only soft sounds of him breathing that fill her ears as his hand rests limp between their bodies now.
She moves her own hand and starts to trail it up his thigh, stroking the course hairs beneath the hem of his boxers as she breathes deeply in the space between them.
"Elliot… I need you," her voice cracks and it must have had an effect because his hand is starting to move once more, this time slipping beneath the waistband of her sweats and a sound leaves her throat when he comes flush up against lace.
Her mouth parts in the darkness as he cups her.
She didn't think he'd do it.
Her eyes slip closed in disbelief, her mind spinning when he starts to lightly stroke her, two fingers determinedly trailing down the centre of her panties, pressing into the slickness from her prior arousal.
She must be dreaming, because this can't actually be happening.
She moves her hand off his thigh until she is cupping his face, her breath coming out in pants now as he continues to stroke her. She swipes her thumb across his lower lip and she can feel his breaths, they're coming out just as ragged and heightened as hers.
She wants his mouth on hers, she wants to lean in and kiss him in the darkness, feel his tongue sweep across hers but she is rendered stationary, unable to do anything but succumb to the torturous caresses she feels between her folds.
He starts to thumb her clit over lace now and she just about whimpers.
God she wants him inside her.
But this is wrong.
She shouldn't be encouraging this.
She runs her lips across his jawline, so distracted by the scent of him that she doesn't register him slipping beneath the material and she gasps in surprise when his thumb rubs directly over her clit.
She's wet - dripping, her slick desire now a tangible reality against his fingers and she groans as she feels the course pad of his thumb rub against the bundle of nerves.
It's enough to garner another plea.
"Elliot," she hisses, her fingernails digging into his thigh. "Please."
She draws his mouth down to hers and presses her lips against his in the darkness, kissing him in one long, deep languid peck before she parts for breath.
"In me," she murmurs against his mouth, hoping that somehow, in someway he will comply. "Please."
He obliges, his fingers moving inward, parting her folds, her core throbbing when he sinks one, long index finger deep inside her. She lets out a gasp as their foreheads connect, her slick desire ready and welcoming. She wraps her arms around the back of his neck and he easily adds another digit to her slickness, not stopping until the heel of his palm nestles flush up against her clit.
Her mouth parts in response to the added pressure, but no sound comes out.
She cannot believe this is happening.
She has never been this turned on.
Ever.
He starts up a gentle motion between her legs and she sinks down onto her back, tugging him down with her and she moans when his thigh presses against the back of his hand, his fingers sinking deeper inside from the angle.
"Fuck." Her eyes slip closed, the pressure from his thick, methodical, unwavering strokes causing her mind to spin. She whimpers when his fingers start to curl inward hitting a particularly sensitive spot and her toes curl over in response.
'Come.' She hears but it's not his voice commanding she orgasm, it's her own and when the heel of his wrist bumps her clit she clamps her hand over her mouth, choking back the orgasm coursing through her, riding wave upon wave of pleasure.
She feels her body shatter around him, her core continuing to buck and contract around his digits that are nestled deep inside her panties.
She drops her hand away from her face and sucks in a deep, sated breath.
What the fuck?
He is still inside her, her mind reeling at what just happened - what she let just happen. Her chest rises and falls as the slick remnants of her orgasm seep down her thighs.
It's raining out, large sheets of water pelting down outside the cabin and it confuses her that she hadn't heard it before.
She shifts her hips beneath him, realising she is now stuck between his heavy weight and the mattress, confusion emanating as to how she will free herself now.
But it's the rain that's catching her attention and it's getting louder and louder, closer and more intense and when the bolt of thunder cracks through the bedroom she jumps.
Her eyes snap open then to find herself covered in sweat.
She is no longer held down by his heavy weight.
In fact she is completely alone.
Her hands move up touching her chest and all she feels now is her heart hammering.
No Elliot.
She lets out a heavy sigh.
She's not sure if she feels relief or disappointment.
It had just been a dream.
She shifts her stiff hips, her body still reeling as if he had been inside her and she moves her hand inside her sweats to find evidence of her arousal.
She takes a few slow breaths as she leaves her hand there, her chest pounding in conflict, wondering if he had just heard her come loudly in her sleep.
She turns towards the closed bedroom door.
Sound travels easily through wooden walls so there is every chance he would have heard her.
She stays silent listening for evidence of noise coming from the living room but the rain is mostly muffling all possibility of external sounds.
She is still undeniably turned on, she could so easily move her hand inside her panties and recreate the dream she just experienced but she feels too displaced, too disoriented. Instead she waits a few beats before she slowly drags herself out of bed, her feet meeting uneasily with wood as she tries to gain her bearings.
She makes her way towards the bathroom, the floorboards creaking beneath her weight when suddenly a bolt of lightening cracks through the night sky, lighting up the field in front of her and that's when she sees it.
A lone man standing dead in the middle of the field staring back at the cabin.
TBC
AN: Happy Halloween! See you at Christmas!