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He paces the length between the dining table and living room couch, his worry wearing a path into the marble. He can't keep his hands still, running them through his hair only to straighten the strands again or smooth out invisible creases in his favorite vest. The food he'd prepared is simmering on the stove, the savory smell of it not able to cut through the knots of his stomach and entice his hunger. He still can't wrap his mind around the idea that she's coming to his home and might actually be interested in him. Sure they've talked a lot and he's thoroughly tangled in her voice, her laugh, and the quirks he's noticed. And she's mentioned plenty of times how much he unwittingly excites her, but she'll surely reconsider when they meet in person. There's no doubt about it.

His hand reaches for his neck to loosen a button only to find it's already been undone. The tightness in his throat is purely emotional. Wide eyed, he scrambles for his phone on the glass table in the living room with thoughts flying through his mind on how to cancel this crazy idea of meeting.

Ding-Dong

The phone slips and lands with a muffled plop on the couch. His eyes flick to the ticking grandfather clock in the corner adjacent to the window. A few minutes after eight. It's Elizabeth. Steeling his nerve so all his shaking is purely internal, he strides towards the door. The knob is cool against his clammy skin so he gasps it tighter and pulls the door open. All attempts at getting himself together are lost at the sight of her.

Meliodas had imagined various appearances for what Elizabeth might look like, from a suburban homemaker to a supermodel. Every imaginable combination that he could think of that might fit her entrancing tone was wrong. The real deal is someone ripped straight from the clutches of heaven. His breathing ceases and his manners desert him as he openly ogles the goddess before him. Round pure blue eyes rest in a heart shaped face that long silver tresses frame delicately. Her lips are pink and plump, the lower being tugged between her teeth causing a low rumble to escape the cage of his chest. Her creamy skin is exposed down the length of her arms and the tops of her perky tits. His eyes are drawn lower, past the cinch of her waist and the flare of her hips. Her legs extend for days and the sight of her tugs a needy groan from his throat.

His fingers tingle with the desire to touch while his heart dashes at speeds unsustainable as he looks her over again and again, uncertain where to stare the most because every inch of her is pure perfection. She shouldn't exist. A woman that meets his every physical attraction shouldn't be in his vicinity. Her personality is already arresting, his involvement with her would merely taint her inner beauty.

He takes a step back, but she reaches for him. Her hands land on his shoulders and he goes still with his chest constricted. He looks to her face, at the sigh she breathes, finding her eyes lidded and their depths a molten ocean that has his blood boiling and his cock bulging his pants. Her scent curls in his nose and he becomes as dazed as she looks. The soft femininity twined with a subtle sweet perfume is a heady distraction.

Her hands trail down, their heat sinking into him and joining the pool gathering low in his belly. He trembles in her grasp, his heart beats violent and fast. When she grips and traces his exposed forearms, sparks blaze between them at the undeniable connection. It is a velvety smooth sensation, almost too much for him to take. His knees weaken at the sight of her pupils blowing wide, her gaze as fixed to him as a hawk. She exhales a happy little noise, her hands finally coming down to wrap around his. He holds onto her without a thought, entangled in the threads she easily casts around him.

"It's so great to finally meet you, Meliodas." Her lips curve, noticeably softening her gaze to something tender.

His heart leaps through the clouds as his jaw moves uselessly for a few moments. "I'm b-being rude! Please, come in Elizabeth. You can place your purse on that table and your shoes to the side." He gestures to the indicated spots freeing one hand from hers to do so. His steps backward are awkward and he's painfully reminded of his rigid problem. When he stops up short, his face feels frozen in burning mortification while Elizabeth's eyes glide down his body openly, her focus zeroing in at his crotch. He lets her hand go and whirls away from her view as if that'll erase what she's already seen. "I'm sorry! I should control myself better!"

There's shoes clacking and a thump. Then his body jostles with hers aligning at his back. He has to lock his throat around the moaning-yelp at feeling what her soft mounds and warm curves does to his ache. A silken giggle chimes in his ear and her hands wandering over his chest has him breathing a curse as his mind becomes fuzzy. "I was afraid you wouldn't like me in person. Seeing you so hard makes me ache to be filled."

"Elizabeth...!" He gasps, pleading. His senses are being overwhelmed. At this rate, he's certain he'll go into shock.

She lets go and even though she fills him beyond bursting, he wants that feeling back in a blink. "I'm sorry! I promised I would be good and let you lead." She sashays around him, her finger leaving a trail of fire down the curve of his cheek. "You're just so irresistible without distance to keep me back."

Her eyes are wide and honest. "I, uh, should go prepare the food!" The words spring from his mouth as he stumbles away to the kitchen.

"Can I help?" She calls out.

He grabs the bowls he'd set aside beforehand on the black counter. "It's fine. I've got it." The repetitive motions of doling out food helps calm his shaking at least. With her there in the flesh, it's difficult to believe her interest is anything but genuine. But then again, they all showed interest at first, though none were nearly as intent with their advances. In the end, it was always for his money. However, Elizabeth sees something in him that clearly excites her beyond the money he's paid for her. Though the reality of the situation will force her to remain in the friend's zone which he wholly accepts.

Two bowls in hand, he makes his way to the dining table in time to see Elizabeth moving things around. He studies her round eyes and the chipper set to her lips as she systematically moves one set of silverware and napkins right beside the other. Oh. "What are you…?" His throat bobs with his swallow.

"I can't be close to you across the table, silly." She turns to him, takes her bowl from his hands, and suddenly goes still. Everything about her goes quiet. Her expressive eyes, the set of her lips, and the language of her body.

His heart sputters and skips as tension winds down his body in wait of her reaction to the hopefully thoughtful meal he prepared.

She blinks a few times, then turns to her place setting without a word. His gut wrenches at his mistake. He squeezes his eyes tight and clenches his jaw at his own stupidity. Why would she think of this as a sweet gesture?

"I apologize for overstepping." He takes a breath against the rising waves of self loathing inside. He hopes he can dig his way out of this grievance when her satin touch cups his hands. In the next breath, lips press to his cheek and his eyes pop open. She's there, her scent all he can breathe, her lips lingering as every nerve ending is charged with arcs of electricity. His body becomes flushed with heat from the never ending currents, his heart all but stopped as she sends him soaring up above with a simple kiss. She pulls away, her cheeks sporting rosy blooms and his soul drifts lazily back in place to properly experience the residual warmth of her brand on his flesh.

"Thank you for this—for listening and being so kind." She tells him tenderly as her hands squeeze around his.

He's certain the only reason he's still holding his bowl is because of her hands. His limbs feel limp as noodles, the way he feels after achieving orgasm. He ducks his gaze from hers with wide eyes at the comparison. "It's my pleasure, Elizabeth." He forces the words past his tight throat.

A tinkle of giggles follows before his bowl is taken and placed on his setting. Then her hand slots with his naturally as she brings him to his seat. The brush of their thighs is like a match strike, sparks and flames burst to life. He finally forces his nerves down enough to meet her gaze only to find her wolfing down the spaghetti without preamble. It's a shock, but more fascinating than anything. The women he's dated before are usually more dainty when they eat. Elizabeth shows little class as she scarfs her food down and he finds himself breathing a little faster, his arousal spiking further.

She looks at him mid bite and he curses himself for staring so intensely at her. She slurps her food down and for the first time appears sheepish in the way she smiles. Before she can undoubtedly apologize, he lifts a napkin and begins wiping the sauce from her cheeks feeling steady while doing so. Her cheeks darken and he's forced to swallow a groan. "I've made the gravest mistake in not telling you how beautiful you are, Elizabeth." He confesses in a lowered tone after dropping the cloth napkin to the table to sweep his thumb over her heated skin feeling the most comfortable taking care of her needs.

Her eyes round and the bridge of her nose reddens as well. It's almost too much seeing this side of her, seeing more of her in general. He's uncertain of the cause as he sweeps his thumb over the swell of her cheek slower this time, unsure if he's imagining the squeak that sounds from her throat. Was his compliment too forward?

Her hand presses over his and he leans back realizing he was invading her personal space in his attempts to make sure he'd gotten everything off her face. But her hand holds his in place as she parts her lips. "I knew there was a bold side to you as well. I can't wait to see it come out in bed."

With her breathy statement, he feels things invert as his stomach drops. In bed. That's how this whole thing started. He wanted to share romance with someone and eventually tumble into bed. He hired Elizabeth for that sole purpose. And though she's been kind and receptive through this whole ordeal, no amount of money will cushion his shortcomings in bed.

"Eat up, Meliodas. You don't want it to go cold, do you?" She prods as she lets his hand go.

He picks up his utensils on autopilot and turns to his food, not the least bit hungry. "You're right."

With her massive headstart, he only manages to swallow a few unappetizing bites before her hand settles on his thigh. Not at the knee either. He jumps but her hand adds pressure to keep from slamming the limb into the table. He sends a furtive look her way only to find her gazing at him with wide, innocent eyes. Her lack of social etiquette is both maddening and knee weakening. Forcing his gaze back down to his meal, he subtly places his right hand over her left on his thigh as a nonverbal cue. She either ignores it or misunderstands as she presses onwards taking his hand for the ride.

The tips of her fingers graze the head of his rigid cock, not seconds after. He chokes at the white hot flare of pleasure and feels a surge of panic erupt to subdue it. He forces her hand away from it as his silverware clanks into his bowl, desperately not wanting her to notice his inadequacy. One look at the shock sharpening her eyes and rounding her lips sends him surging from his seat, the chair squealing from his harsh movements. "I'll clean these up." He picks up the bowls without waiting for a response and rushes to the kitchen.

Shoulders locked and back tense, the sound of her chair scraping over the tile has him wound so tight his head pounds slightly from the stress. An excuse will come, he knows it. Or maybe she'll stay for the rest of this faux date and leave when things become too awkward. The sneers the guys always sent his way in the locker room buzz like irritable bees through his head and he regrets having thought calling that agency was a good idea.

The water suds and he reaches for the towel to clean. The fluffy one meant for drying disappears out of the corner of his eye a moment later and her heat radiates along his side. He smooths his expression and gives her a flat look, expecting to see sadness at his expense dwelling somewhere in her cerulean pools. He discovers there's nothing of the sort after studying her for several moments. Only the intense look of interest rolling beneath the surface that's been unchanged since he opened his door to her.

In his stunned gape at her, she leans into him a smidge. "You know... I'm more than capable of giving you a helping hand." It's said smoothly like a bright suggestion. Everything about the way she takes the plate from his hands to rinse off screams of innocuousness.

But his mind is thrown into a tizzy over the double entendre. Why would she want anything to do with him when no one else seems to? His breathing is shallow as he attempts to throw a majority of his focus into scrubbing instead of the silver haired beauty light years out of his league. "You don't have to."

The bowl makes a small clink as she places it to the side. "But what if I want to?"

His shoulders slump. "Elizabeth..."

"Won't you show me around?" She inserts before he can finish. Her hand tugs at his sleeve as if to coax him into leaving the few utensils for later. "It looks so big here! I'm pretty sure my whole apartment and then some could be squeezed in here." She goes on drawing his gaze fully.

There's no tightness to her eyes or scrunch to her nose. Only curiosity laces her voice. Even though leaving the mess goes against his sense of order, he begins to wash his hands, feeling her enthusiasm pour into him and filter his skepticism out. "If the living room and dining room look like this, I wonder how the bedroom and bathroom will be?"

"The bedroom is pretty similar in that there are windows that extend one wall, but there's a fireplace too..." He rattles off absentmindedly as he goes to dry his hands. "The bathroom is my favorite part because of how open it is, windows on all three sides makes a sunrise bath pretty atmospheric. The "lack of privacy" is why my father was able to get this place for a fraction of the going price."

Her arm hooks around his and he's pulled from the kitchen. "Show me, please!"

She does most of the leading taking the only logical route down the hall while he stumbles along. At her pace, they're in his room before he can offer a word of hesitation. They come to a stop in the center of the room. A hush settles over them in a thick blanket. An odd twinge sparks in the air as he eyes his own bed with Elizabeth so close to his side. The soft glow of pale orange from the myriad of city lights cascades over the sheets and pillows through the crack of the curtain. His skin starts to prickle where they touch, his stomach tightening as he braves a look her way.

Her eyes are roaming around, the faint light casting streaks of fire in her eyes. He wets his mouth instinctively at the sight of her plump lips curling upwards wondering if she'd taste as sweet as she smells. Gently she pulls free of him and glides on light feet to the window. Parting the curtains more he's taken by the sight of her frame outlined in a halo of warm color in the otherwise dark room. She's quiet in her stance and ethereal in her beauty. Standing in his room he may as well be graced with the lost eighth wonder of the world.

"My papa used to love views like this. So high up you could see the clouds at eye level. Of course, when he would share those sights with me, we were in the mountains back where I grew up." She tells him softly, her voice mingling with the ambient atmosphere easily.

Meliodas listens with rapt attention, moving to her side so he can see her face clearly. She's mentioned her father before, but always in the past tense. Barbs open up in his stomach as he waits for her to continue.

"I can still remember the joy that lit up his eyes. With me on his shoulders and the world stretched out around him, it almost seemed like nothing could bring him down." Her features are wistful as she looks on probably seeing something different than the city view.

Without a thought he reaches for her hand at his side, a fierce need to ease her urges him to lace their fingers. She gives him a tiny grin, a glimmer of something deep in her gaze making his heart flutter. "What happened to him, if you don't mind me asking?" He's tentative with his question, when she squeezes his hand.

She looks forward once more. "He's sick. It happened a few years ago. After a rare drought rendered our source of income down to next to nothing, our home was foreclosed and we had to move to the city. He developed a cough that grew worse and worse." She shakes her head and gives him a determined look with her narrow and her lips set in a line. "Papa will be fine. I'll make sure of it."

Her fiery strength leaves him breathless. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

Little by little that fire fades out as a more vulnerable, shaken side is revealed. He sees a flower that's weathered many storms, withstood droughts, the unrelenting changes around it, and is still going strong. But even with its unyielding nature, it could use a respite. Even if only for a little while. "You could kiss me and make it better."

If she wants him to shelter her from the harsh elements of this world, he'll take on that duty without question.

Making sure his movements are telegraphed to her widening eyes, Meliodas reaches for her face. Carefully he slides the rough pads of his hands over the creamy warmth of her skin. She gasps and stands still, her eyes never leaving his face. The closer he moves the heavier his eyes feel, like he's falling under the heady pull of her aura. He waits a scant breadth from her mouth feeling her air rush into him and his into her. He drags his lidded gaze from the blue of her eyes down to her slightly parted lips once, twice then thrice before her eyes flutter.

He captures her top lip between his. A shaky sigh escapes them both as a mere sip of her flavor is sampled. Under the taste of their dinner, he finds something clearer like crisp water from the runoffs of a mountain and addictive like the sweetest ambrosia. A hook of need tugs low in his belly and he draws closer, her hands clinging to his biceps as he captures her lower lip next. He goes slow, breathing heavily through his nose as he savors her for all she's worth. His tongue stretching out as he craves more, sliding over the seam of her mouth before delving in just a touch. She parts for him with a pleased hum and his eyes fall completely shut, his thoughts giving way to pure sensation.

Sliding his tongue first under the lower then the upper, he embraces the bubbling sparks this causes and cups the back of her neck to hold her in place. Lips slanting, a groan curls all the way up from his surging desire and the way she presses into his hips with her own. His knees shake from the flare of raw need and he grabs her closer. He delves into her with a rumble in his chest feeling his control lapse when their tongues brush, then glide over one another. The tingles that flash over his skin hitches his breath and his soul becomes flooded with the sound of her unrestrained moan.

In a blink he's kissing her harder, deeper, as her fingers move to curl in his hair, her nails lightly scraping his scalp. The sensation is like rivulets of electricity running up and down his spine causing twitching throbs in his cock and his breath to catch in his throat. He's losing himself as she captures his tongue with her warm, moist lips, sucking sounds from him that he craves to bring out of her. His inhibitions start to melt between his fingers as he drags a hand down. His fingertips skimming her neck as she quivers and sliding over her clothed breast as she all but rocks into him. He nips her lip when she pulls back for air, the feel of the swell in his grasp making him dizzy enough to tease her mouth. A drag of his teeth across her lower lip. A suckle of her glorious tongue as he presses and twists his own around hers. He earns his reward as she sings for him little moans and whimpers, lingering sighs and breathy groans all while he holds the weight of her tit in his trembling hand.

It's so new, a never before experienced wonder and he fears she might not like his touch. The hesitation drags him slightly away from the intoxication she instills in him.

Until she arches into his hand and breaks his devouring of her mouth with an audible smack. "Please..."

With a swallow and a drag of his tongue to catch more of her taste, he gives her a squeeze. She sighs and nuzzles her cheek to his, erupting a shower of embers where they rub. Something hardens under his palm and his throat bobs as he realizes what. His thumb lowers to press against the pert bud through her dark blouse and chokes on his tongue when it becomes obvious there's no bra covering her.

Her lips find his ear in his stillness and the lazy kisses to the shell has him thumbing the bud in sluggish circles, his mind blanking. "Yes… please touch me." Her tone is silky smooth over his skin spurring him into sudden movement.

Turning he captures her mouth with a rough groan, his hand going down to press into the small of her back while he pinches the bud experimentally. She squeals into him and he swallows it hungrily, twisting and rubbing her as his kissing technique becomes a little sloppier. All he wants is her lips against his until they're swollen and sensitive. Her fast breathing and shaky sounds as he paws her breast fuel a drive to be closer and feel more of her. His hand slips under the back of her blouse. She falls into him, her hands grabbing at his back as she cries out between them. His blood rings in his skull and pulses in his aching cock. Her movement and sensual voice jolting his hips into hers as his need builds until it's pressing tight under his skin.

Elizabeth doesn't hesitate, her hips rocking into his as her back bows enough to offer her breasts towards his face. He keeps his eyes shut for several moments, the sensation of rubbing his cock into her pelvis even through their clothes is enough to slump his head forward atop the pillows she provides. He's only known his hand compared to this tease of rough strokes. This movement of fluid thrusts snips through his control effortlessly and he winds up wrapping his arms around her waist, giving in as she seems to want him to. He moans thickly every time the head is squeezed, his thighs quaking at the building flames coiling low. He blinks his eyes open, wanting to see if this is okay for her. Fleshy cleavage, flushed and heaving, fills his vision and his thrusts falter at the rush in his gut that burns up his neck. He's on the edge, his lungs feeling compressed under the pleasure just looking at her tits, feeling them cup his cheeks, and her scent fills him. Like pouring an ocean into a vase, he feels cracks at his seams and tries to pull back.

She doesn't let him, her fingers pressing into his back as she gyrates her hips in tight movements that knock him off balance and drags a pleading noise from his throat. The bed meets his knees and she tumbles over him her thighs spreading over his cock as her being overwhelms him. The weight of her atop of him, her breasts squished between them, her lips gliding all over his, and the grind of her center over his cock rams into the quaking coil inside until it springs loose in a glorious burst that has him jerking up into her.

Her cry is barely heard over the thunder of blood in his ears as he holds her steady for his needy thrusts. Meliodas burns like the sun, his pleasure flaring with an intensity that has his thighs shaking as he presses reverent messy kisses to the skin he can reach. It's never lasted this long, the orgasms he's used to feeling like undeserved bursts as opposed to these lingering waves she's granted him. She grinds along with him, teasing him as he grunts and squirms under her, strung up so high he's certain he'll never find his way back down. His ears ring and he fights for breath, grabbing her ass tighter when she grinds a loud curse from him. She places a kiss to his throat when he starts to go limp, her motions finally slowing with him as he gasps for air and goes limp with satisfaction.

There's several moments as his mind gradually clears. Harsh breathing is heard. Fingers caressing his cheek is the first thing he feels. The sticky sweat making his clothes a heavy nuisance on his skin is next. The trickle of warm cum down his thigh hits him square in the gut and his eyes fly open.

Elizabeth is peering right at him, her eyes softened in their gaze as her hair falls messily across her shoulders. "You're so cute when you finish. Better than any face I could have imagined, Meliodas… I want to see that face again…"

But he doesn't hear her salacious words. The feeling of abstract dread creeping in on all sides and there's nowhere he can hide. He came in his pants like an adolescent dry humping, of all things. And the worst part is that she's no doubt felt the length of him. And it doesn't matter how nice and kind she is, she shouldn't have to settle for not only a virgin but a virgin who stands no chance of being able to please her the way she deserves. His spirit wilts and his eyes fall shut. "I'm sorry." He manages in a quavering voice.

He feels her freeze above him. "What? No... No, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have forced you to orgasm when I promised to let you lead." She counters quickly, voice thick. "I'm sorry."

There's a knot that swells until his throat feels too tight, her decency becoming too much. Deliberately he lifts her off of him and places her on the bed beside him. Opening his eyes he finds hers wide with concern, her eyebrows furrowing deeply enough to cause a crease. Breathing slowly, he runs his fingers through her short bangs. "You don't have to do this, Elizabeth. I'm not going to force you for more. This evening has been more than I could've hoped for and I have you to thank for that. I'm happy to be a friend to you." Looking at her further—at what he wants but can't realistically have—shoves millions of little pins through his heart. He jerks away from her and off the bed.

He hears her sit up and the frail questioning tone when she calls his name, but he's quick to disappear into the bathroom hoping his message is clear. She's free to leave. She doesn't have to subject herself to his unpleasant shortcomings any longer and he won't hold it against her. He'll be her friend however she needs him. Once closed inside, he's forced to breathe through his nose for several long moments as the storm of self-hatred rages inside. 'This is nothing new.' He's always been a disappointment to the fairer sex. Too weak compared to the alpha males. Unable to please them the way they need. 'This is nothing new,' he forcefully reminds himself as a few tears burn past his defenses. Harshly scrubbing them away, his gaze captures his own reflection in the mirror mounted to the window across the room.

He looks almost unrecognizable from his messy hair to his rumpled clothes. He recognizes the hollowness to his eyes though and jerks his gaze away. Twisting the dial on the stone wall for the lights, he keeps them dim as the light pollution of the city more than illuminates the room. Shirking off his clothes, he throws them in the hamper and turns the facet on in his sunken bath. Climbing in as the warm water fills around him, Meliodas tries to go numb to his failure by thinking of his business plans lined up in the future. The 9 o'clock meeting Tuesday with financing instead of his lack of skill in groping her. The new investors he has to deal with instead of how eager for touch he came off as. The new business venture in Ireland he'll have scheduled in the coming months instead of how fast he came in his pants. He breathes it all out and sinks further into the bath as he shuts off the water, resigned to his eternal loneliness.

The bathroom door swings open smoothly.

He lurches forward, the water splashing loudly with the movement. The icy wall within shatters as his eyes bulge at her reappearance. "Elizabeth?! Why would you—What are you still doing here?"

She doesn't pay him any mind for a moment. He swallows, jaw slack as she closes the door behind her and gazes around with starry eyes. "I want to be here," she breathes the words out as if it's the most obvious thing in the world while still taking in the scenery.

His jaw closes and his eyes narrow slightly as he goes still. He's certain he's heard wrong.

"And I still wanted to see this place. This is amazing, Meliodas!" She bounces on the balls of her feet.

His eyes struggle between ogling her bouncing tits or her bare ankles and arched soles as both cause his cock to rise. Ultimately, they decide to roam over the entire length of her against his better judgement while his mind is occupied with his whirling confusion. She shouldn't still be here. Why is she still forcing herself?

And then with apparent purpose, Elizabeth turns towards him and brings her hands to the top buttons of her blouse. He feels trapped in place, unable to look away. Her eyes are stark jewels in the lighting, focused and intent as she peels open her shirt. It falls to the floor with a barely audible whisper. A rush of air leaves him as he fights against the pressure trying to drive his gaze down with the force of a crushing black hole. It's a pointless battle he concedes to as he hungrily drinks in her bared flesh. The creamy skin is flawless in his mind. Perky, round tits with rosy pink nipples that tighten before his eyes. He notices a cute mole that dots the side of her left breast, subconsciously licking his lips as he imagines worshiping the entirety of each swell before descending down her soft belly.

He shifts lower in the water, hating how swiftly his cock has risen to attention, stiff against his navel above the water. But he can't bring his gaze away, feeling overly hot in his blood as he pants for air. So lost in the dip of her navel, he sees her thumbs hook on her skirt. She bends down, hair cascading towards the floor when she forces the material down. He groans deeply at the prospect, dragging his gaze up the expanse of her back to the fleshy cheeks of her ass. His heart stops when she rises back up. She'd taken her panties off too. His hands grip the edges of the bath tight enough to blanch the blood from his knuckles and cause a strain in his bones. Her mound is neatly trimmed silver hair, her lower lips a deep pink that kicks his heart into skipping beats.

'Is she... She can't be aroused. Why would she be? She can see me.' His mind attempts to grasp for straws of understanding. But he's left scrambling internally and incapable of moving or speaking when she strides her way to the bath with a subtle swaying of hips. She's stunning in all her glory. A breathtaking dream as the first woman he's seen naked in person. The water rises midway when she enters, sitting before him with soft curling of lips and eyes both cutely rounded and darkened with lust. She reaches for him and he flinches away, his back pressing into the smooth wall of the tub.

She looks down for a few breaths. "I usually don't notice when I make people uncomfortable until they grow angry with me. So I'm sorry if I upset you somehow, Meliodas." She lets her hand drop and looks up. "But I hope you'll still let us be close. It felt so good being in your arms and being pressed to your firm body." There's a throaty edge to her tone that reminds him of her moaning voice. A flash of want is shot to the base of his stomach, his cock straining further in response.

He ignores his need in favor of pinning her with his gaze. Something forms in his chest, hot and festering in unpleasant twists. "Is this what you do to apologize? Climb into their baths with them?" He bites out. She blinks and purses her lips in an expression that melts his insides. He wishes he could hold onto his upset with her for toying with him, but a majority of him wants to cling to her presence for as long as he can regardless of her games.

"Not really. I enjoy bathing with someone nearby. I was hoping I could share that with you if that's okay?" She asks too sweetly not to be genuine. She leans towards him, her shoulders looking flushed and the undersides of her tits dipping into the water catches his eyes. "I can even help you with your problem. I've wanted to wrap my hands around it since I noticed how much it ached for attention..." She confesses smooth and tempting as melted chocolate.

His heart lodges in his throat and he can't tell whether he's offended by her embellishment or grateful for her attempts to make him feel wanted. "You don't have to try and make me feel better about it. I know it's... small." He ducks his head and glares at his cock that refuses to calm even as he feels a deep flush of shame spread across his face. "I used to be sneered at in gym and I've heard enough women gossiping about how 'another got away ' because I couldn't satisfy her. 'There's no way such a short guy could be anything but small.'" He spits the bitter words out as he hunches further into himself knowing he can no longer hide from her, but still tries.

He hears her breath hitch. Then her knees are easing his legs apart as she closes the gap between them. His head shoots up as panic runs frantically through him. The liveliness of her spirit has morphed into a tempestuous gale before his eyes. He's powerless against such an unstoppable force. He bends willingly to her wishes. "Women said this to you? And after seeing this glorious form of masculinity." She says fiercely and presses closer, leaving him no choice but to spread his thighs around hers.

The contact is electrifying and an embarrassing noise hitches in his throat. Her hands flatten over his chest and a violent shiver courses through him, her skin feeling wonderfully cool to his feverish flesh. Her hands glide downward strumming chords of raw desire that tingles and flares outwards long after she's moved on. His muscles tighten and quiver as he grips the bath hard enough to numb his fingers. She keeps him locked in her gaze, her hands descending further as his stomach coils with sparking anticipation.

She takes him in hand before he can work his tongue correctly to stop her. The guttural sound he makes as he thrusts into her velvety grip is both desperate and pleading at once. He never dared to dream that another's hands would feel so incredible around his cock. But it's undeniable as she strokes him from base to tip. Her touch effortlessly plucking a heavy groan from his parted lips as he arches his hips to linger her grip, feeling searing lines of tension wind up his thighs and pool at the base of his cock humiliatingly quick. "Did they want a kidney puncher or something?" She inquires out loud, incredulous.

Her question staves off his orgasm as he reaches for her hands around his cock. He's breathing heavily and unable to bring himself to pull her hands away. Her words make no sense in his head, except her obvious misunderstanding. "They've never seen me, because I always inadvertently drove them away so we... I've never had sex." He rips the bandage off and doesn't fight the tears of the pain that comes to his eyes from the exposure.

The storm recedes from her eyes and is replaced by disbelief. "No one's ever touched you?" The dreaded sadness he's so familiar with swells in her eyes forcing him to shut his own against it as a shield. He knew this would happen and yet he still took the risk. All it's earned him is a butchered heart and a non-existent sense of worth. "How could they not want to?"

He tentatively reopens his eyes to find her emotions have shifted to something more pleased. He doesn't understand the change until she releases one hand from his cock and eases her body along his side. Her soft tits caressing his arm effectively jolt his heart into spastic speeds. "It's their loss if they can't see how smart, nice, and mouthwatering you are, Meliodas."

Her eyes don't waver once before she wraps her arm around his shoulders and leans into him. She connects their lips gently, wrapping him in a comforting blanket of warmth. He swallows thickly, choked up from the words he never thought he would hear. He hardly believes them to be true, but she does. And that's enough to relax into her.

She hums happily against his mouth, then drags petal soft kisses over his cheek to his ear where she nibbles the shell. He sighs from the attention. "You're not small," she promises while tugging her hand up the length of his cock. His hips buck from the delicious friction. "This cock is long," a twist of her thumb to the head has him reaching around her waist to hold on. "meaty," she tightens her grip and he grunts when the head is squeezed through the narrow opening of her fist. "and soon to be orgasm inducing." Her slow pace escalates into hastening, twisting tugs of his dick. His muscles strain and pleasure races up and down his body, wearing into him deliciously as he moans brokenly. "I want you in me so bad Meliodas," she says in a strained voice that betrays the pleasure just stroking him brings her. "Don't you want that? Don't you want to hold me down and fuck me until I scream?"

His head lolls back, his chest rumbles, and his skin prickles with sweat as his blood pumps hot and fast to his cock at the imagery she crafts. In a snap, he pulls her roughly against his chest and steals her lips in a deep, unrelenting kiss. Because he does want that. He wants to be the man who can pound his cock into her wet heat until they're both quaking from full bodied orgasms. He feels over her slippery skin, grabbing at her sides and palming the fleshy cheeks of her ass as the building sensation at the base of his dick strikes fire in his touch. Water splashes as they move, their breathing rough and ruckus in his ears. Elizabeth would make the sounds he's kissing from her now only higher, faster, and wilder. Imagining it drives his hips fluidly into her hand, his hand coming up to cradle her cheek as he grunts around her tongue.

He feels too full again, his hips shaking. She pumps her fist faster and presses her fingers into his cheek, kissing him harder, her tongue seeking his. He whines into her, tangling his tongue with hers for more of her sweet taste that flutters his stomach. Heart pounding as the pressure mounts higher and higher, feeling as if he'll burst, he's overcome when she thumbs the weeping head in harsh sweeps. He pulls from her lips with a wobbly curse. A rush of heat overwhelms him as his thighs tremble, curling inward in hard clenches that have his mind blanking. He hears Elizabeth moaning with him casting a heady fog over his mind. He can feel her lips sucking at his throat, her hand lingering up and down his cock, and his pulse thundering from head to toe. His warm seed lands on his chest and belly as wave after blissful wave is squeezed from his being. It's somehow better than before as Elizabeth kisses and nibbles her way down his neck and slides her tits over his chest. Her nipples graze like teasing bolts that spark right to his pulsing core.

"I don't know how much more I can take..." Her needy voice gradually overcomes the thumping heartbeats in his ears. The pleasure sluggishly abates, leaving him heavy, boneless, and somehow still wanting. She lets go of his semi hardon when his hips sink back into the cooling water. Not a moment later, his lap is filled with his goddess as her lips meld with his. He kisses her back lazily, the sensation starting to feel as natural as breathing as the tethers she's woven around him gradually bind. When she breaks the kiss he loses himself in the longing swirling mesmerizingly in her eyes. "I don't know much about a man's first time except that coming before should help. It'll feel really good no matter what, I promise."

He swallows and grips her hips, feeling a little dizzy at having so much slippery naked skin over his body. "Even if I can't do what you're used to?" The words scratch up his throat. They taste acrid on his tongue and for once it has nothing to do with his own self doubts.

She skims her fingers over his cheek, her thumb coming to glide over his lower lip in a way that floods his cheeks with warmth. "You have no idea how wet your voice makes me and your expressions make me ache... or how the feel of your body vibrating with pleasure has me near orgasmic. Take me to bed, please…" She pleads with a pouty lip, her features softening in that perfect mesh of innocent lust once more that has him well on his way to being fully hard again. She's begging to be fucked by him. If that's not a tall order, he's unsure of what is. But he lifts them from the bath regardless of his worries, smiling at her girlish squeal as she clings to him. She needs this from him, and the desire to satisfy her is an unshakable drive within.

Intent on reaching the bed, Elizabeth surprises him by snagging towels from the shelve near the light dial. With a giggle she tosses one over his head and leaps from his arms. He reaches up with a squawk to tug it off, hearing the patter of her feet as she runs away. He blinks after her feeling a spreading grin tuck into his cheeks though he's disappointed he didn't get to watch her jiggling ass in her run. Toweling off with fast movements, Meliodas stumbles into his room and has to lean on the doorframe for support. Her towel thrown carelessly to the floor, Elizabeth lies at the head of his bed, propped up on the plump pillows. She's illuminated softly, her hair spilled in damp curls around her, breasts swaying gingerly with each breath.

As if his stuttered breath was her cue she looks to him under thick lashes and begins to trail her hands feather light over her body. He's entranced, his throat going dry as she tweaks her nipples. Her lips part with a gasp, her fingers rubbing lazy circles over the hardened buds, before abandoning the swells in a descent. Heart skipping away, his eyes follow their descent as curvy thighs part. Arching her hips so he can see her rosy folds and the glaze of her center, a suffering sound slips past him when those dainty fingers smooth over her mound. They swerve to her thighs instead at the last moment, leaving him with a sense of having misstepped on air. A little frantic he looks to her face to see her lips curved in a teasing way.

"If you want to know what happens next… you have to join me." She quirks her lips more and his fingers twitch. His towel falls from his grasp. Her mouth rounds and her hips roll fluidly, her fingers once steady now shaky as they move back to the apex of her thighs. "Ohh there you are in all your glory..."

Her sensual words and the way she openly roams her gaze up and down his body tugs a heated cord low in his gut. He walks to the bed from that enticement, his cock jutting eagerly towards his goal.

"The head is so pretty. Like a flushed mushroom," she coos before her tongue darts out to wet her lips. "I just want to feel it between my lips..."

Meliodas' knees buckle as he groans in aching pain. Her mouth has always been naughty, stirring him up as easily as every other part of him. But imagining that mouth wrapped around his dick has him gasping, the cords of muscles wrapped along his arms braced to the bed trembling. At this angle, he can see her more clearly and his breath sticks in his lungs. Her folds are swollen, her fingers just barely restraining from touching her need. It's a pure work of art, an impeccable flower bloomed and ready to be pollinated. He climbs onto the bed without thought, possessed with the idea that she might mean the lips of her sex—that she actually wants him to penetrate her in any way.

Her feet skim past his knees and over his calves, her thighs cradling his when he settles unsteadily between them. He reaches for her, caught in her pull and watches as goosebumps spring up along her skin where his hands hover an inch from touching. She makes a tight whimper, her hips pushing up towards him and he gives in. She's warm smooth skin under his rough hands, the contact humming through his veins and straight to his thudding heart.

"Ooh..." The little sound seeming to flow from her, draws his gaze to hers as he caresses her skin, up and down in slow deliberation. Her blue eyes are glazed over as she watches him, her fingers drawing tantalizing paths up her belly before cupping her breasts.

He groans and bows over her, his body stretching out to be closer. The heat and mouthwatering scent of her slit wafts into his face and he dips forward with little thought, his lips kissing her slit. Her silken heat jolts right to his core and his cock weeps over the sheets, his chest rumbling with his moan. He curls his fingers under her shaking thighs, pressing them up and apart as he drags his tongue over her lower lips to savor her taste. He blinks out of the haze he's slipped into at her jittering cry, his nerves jumping through his speeding pulse as he gasps, "Is this... okay?"

She squeezes her breasts, her fingers tweaking the peaks as she arches them in the air in the most sensual display of horniness he's been blessed to witness. "Yes... Keep going. I'll tell you what feels good..."

He's out of his element with only the vulgar comments on eating pussy and the diagrams from health ed to go off of. But kissing is something he's certain he's good at, the only intimate act he's been given the chance to practice. With a nervous quirk up of his lips, he's certain those skills may finally come in handy. So with her tender encouraging, Meliodas laps the length of her sex parting her folds with his tongue.

He stumbles in his investigation at first, stroking his tongue along her softness just to feel her and hear her shifting breaths. He follows when her hips press down, dragging his mouth to the hood of her sex where her swollen pearl begs for attention. He thumbs the skin of her inner thighs hoping not to disappoint her, then captures the bud between his lips. The breathy noise she makes streaks across his flesh and his eyes flutter shut. He groans. Her thighs bunch and she's pressing into his face with a trilling cry. His thoughts flit away in all directions as he slips into a dark ravenous place.

He kisses her slowly with heavy breaths. Teasing the slight protrusion of nerves while her thighs jump and her pleased noises catch and rattle low. He feeds off of her gasps and little whines, driving his hips sluggishly against the sheets in a pale imitation of what he really needs. He pulls away just a breath to blow experimentally. The shout she makes sends a tremor through his bones and electricity twinges up his spine. He latches onto her in haste, alternating between sucking and lapping her steadily with a relentless craving for more. She shrieks, her hands coming down to grip his hair at the roots. A broken mantra of his name soothes his nerves and spurs his dedication. In a blink he's holding her down, her thighs braced over his shoulders as he feasts upon her slit, his lips feeling swollen on her heated silk.

Her cries rise in volume as trembles elongate her body, her feet twisting on his back when her thighs slam closed. His heart beat escalates and with a rush plowing into his lower belly he's tonguing her sopping core. She yanks his hair as she howls his name. The pain mixes deliciously with the pleasure her bliss gives him. Her flutters are harsh and fast as he kisses her deep wanting every drop of the cream of her orgasm. His body feels attuned to hers, sluggish and intoxicated on the gratification from getting her off on his merit alone. His body shakes as she humps his face with choked up moans. He grips his fingers tight around her hips, drinking his fill until her peak wanes and her fingers slacken in their grip.

He releases his hold, his thumbs rubbing circles into her skin as she goes boneless before him. He looks at her, up the curve of her mound, the expanse of her flushed belly and heaving tits, to her parted lips and lidded unfocused eyes. He grinds his cock into the bed with a throaty groan suddenly consumed with his desire to bury himself where his tongue just was.

She seems to snap to life at his sound, her hands reaching for him as a broad, dreamy smile settles in her features. He glides up her body with a tremulous moan, quivering as her skin strokes flares of heat where they graze until he presses right atop of her dipping into the blaze. Elizabeth grabs around his shoulders, a hand going up the back of his hair massaging his scalp, further intensifying his heightening need. "That was perfect..." Her words curl down his throat before her hand tugs him down. Their lips slot together as he hooks a hand under her back and his thighs press under hers. Her legs grip his waist and with a yelp she swallows up, Elizabeth rolls them over.

Meliodas blinks up at her, their mouths just brushing. The calm pools of her gaze churns with something distinctly ravening around her wide pupils. Her hips settle down driving his up from the sear of her slit pressed right to the base of his cock. "Are you okay with this...?" She breathes, her words caressing his lips.

Okay? He has to clutch at her hips because she's rocking over the length of him, the sensation shortening the fuse that sparks bright and hot at the base of his stomach. He's more than okay having her take his cock however she pleases. His guttural moan of eagerness is pressed through the seam of her lips. She grins before her eyes fall shut, their breathing coming harsh and nearly in unison. Her hands tickle up the length of his arms leaving trails of tingles in their wake. He closes his lips around her lower one when her fingers ghost over his shoulders unable to resist. She presses back for a few breaths, their kiss reminding him of the sweetness of a summer breeze. Then she pulls away to sit up, parting too much skin as he whines in dismay.

Astride his lap she continues her teasing touch while he observes her with unrestrained want. Her eyes are entrancing, wide and almost curious as she follows the path her fingertips take. Like dancing zings of pleasure they slide down his chest and over his taut nipples. A huff of breath leaves him at the feather-light touch, his hands roaming up her thighs, then climbing up her sides to soothe his ache for her skin on his. Downwards she skims her nails over the planes of his muscles earning her a throaty hum. "You're perfect for me." There's reverence to her words and fathomless emotion built up in her eyes when she meets his gaze.

Meliodas feels his lungs are too tight to accept air, his chest to small to contain his heart. He stares wide eyed at her for a while longer as her thumbs rub the dips at his waist. She merely worries her lower lip as her cheeks pinken further and he knows she's being honest. His heart swells so much he chokes on it, his hands moving to scoop hers up unsteadily as he pulls himself up. Mouth full of cotton he rasps, "You can't."

"I can." She fires back and slips her hands free of his to mold one to the shape of his cheek. A petal soft kiss to his mouth and he sucks in a stuttered breath. "I do." She sighs and her other hand goes between them. He grabs her waist when she lifts up. He feels a little lightheaded when she closes her fist around him. "Let me show you how much…"

The head of him teases her center causing his muscles to twitch and his skin to pinch with dry heat. She drives herself down and he feels her wet heat stretch to accommodate him, her body wrapping around his dick like a snug furnace. "Oh, fu-fuck Elizabeth!" He shouts from deep in his chest, his touch rough as he palms her ass when she falls into him with a keen in his ear. It's simply indescribable the way joining her feels, like he's just given her a part of himself and is fuller because of it. He turns his head and plants his lips on her skin, trailing up her jaw and sucking the spot just under her ear, her hair tickling his nose with her intoxicating scent. He needs to worship this woman that wants him as much as he wants her.

Elizabeth mewls, her hands coming up to grasp his shoulders as she lifts herself up. The sheer sensation of her walls stroking his cock streaks right through him, tearing a weak noise he buries against her collarbone. Down then up and over again until she's bouncing in his lap with loud hitching moans as her tits sway in his face. His nervousness falls away as this pleasure cracks him open. His hands roam all over her heated flesh, gripping and squeezing, and thumbing her ribs when he guides her into a bow so he can suck a pebbled nipple between his lips.

"Yes! Oh, Meliodas, yes…" She whimpers and falls down harder.

Every return of his cock home is greeted by the slight squeezes of her pussy. He grunts around her breast, cheeks flaring as he sucks one swell, then the other. Each nipple is nipped until she's shaking with trolling cries, each flushed peak teased with the sluggish drag of his tongue as she gazes down at him with untamed desperation.

She manipulates his desire with ease, sending it surging through his skull. His muscles bunch when he growls into her cleavage holding off his impulse to fold her under him and plunge his cock into her for the orgasm of a lifetime. With restraint, he reigns himself in, choosing to support her, lifting and tugging her body down on his. Flesh smacking swells with the sounds of their heavy breathing. In a blink, she bows in a graceful curve bracing a hand to his thigh. The bed starts to creak as she humps his dick with shallow thrusts, throwing hypnotizing rolls of her hips into the rhythm as a blaze swirls up around them.

Sweat trickles down his temples as he reaches blindly to strangle the sheets in blanched fists. His moans coming fast and unbidden as pressure builds with light speeds. She's a breath stealing vision, her tresses wild around her head and sticking to her skin where sweat has started to gather. Plump lips part to allow those gut stirring noises that has him gasping. Mesmerizing bouncing breasts, swollen rosy peaks, and a bead of sweat rolling between them he wants to follow with his tongue. A soft belly, a trim waist, and the moist sheen of his dick disappearing into her body. He makes a strangled sort of cry, the pressure inside like a geyser, boiling and imminent. His tongue flails around uselessly, nonsensical words tumbling past his lips as he reaches for her.

Elizabeth doesn't slow, her pace hastens relentlessly driving him into the bed. The pressure bursts forth, so relieving his ears ring and his heart hums a forceful beat. His head hits the pillows and his neck strains as her name explodes past his lips. His back arches up, his hands finding purchase around the meat of her thighs, his own pulling up behind her. The seams of him are bursting. The pleasure flows through him in crushing waves jolting his hips up into her with no end in sight.

Over the ringing in his ears he hears her voice rising in a crescendo, her breathing catching faster as her core restricts with an intensity that has him desperate to bury himself in her harder. She bends over him, her soft, damp skin sliding over his heaving steamy chest as she frames his head with her hands. Her mouth is a wide circle from which no sound escapes, her eyes squeeze shut as she goes still then begins to quake. His eyes flutter shut and he howls again, tugging her mouth to his as he pumps his cock in harsh jerky thrusts into her rippling core. The feel of her peaking around him, milking him for all he's worth, is an overwhelming discovery he never wants to be without.

His name croaks from her when his hips slap into her inner thighs, their bodies repeatedly rocking and writhing against each other, wild and insatiable. They cling to the rapture for as long as it lasts. Gradually it tapers off leaving residual quivers throughout his frame as she sinks atop of him, their lips parting as she rests her head beside his. He feels worn and loose. He loops his arms around her back, her body rising and falling from his attempts to catch his breath. His thoughts are drifting, not yet coming together, but he turns to press a kiss to the side of her head knowing intrinsically that's what he wants.

A snore greets him in response.

A lazy smile lifts the corner of his lips and he tightens his hold. Internally sensing around, Meliodas feels calm, not fearful he might've driven her away. He gave his virginity to the woman that's consumed him and filled his heart and regret is nowhere to be found. Only the urge to hold her closer and drift off to sleep. But he feels their mixed fluids seeping over his balls and decides a little clean up is in order.

He slips free of her with a mournful hiss through his teeth before laying her out beside him. In an instant, his attention is ensnared by her sleeping features, his fingers sweeping under her bangs then trailing down the curve of her face before he even realizes it. He leans forward and steals her pliant lips in a ginger kiss that lasts a heartbeat and an eternity all in one. His fingers shake against her cheek and words spill past his lips he can't swallow back if he tried. "Stay with me, Elizabeth..." Heat burns up his neck and prickles at his cheeks at the sheer yearning for her to be his, one that eats away at his soul.

Elizabeth merely sighs, her face a picturesque display of tranquility.

Instead of staying to see if his words take form in some impossible miracle, Meliodas leaves for the bathroom to wash his cock off and return with a warm damp towel for Elizabeth where he parts her thighs and towels her clean with care. A proper bath can be had in the morning, for now he shuts the curtains and returns to her side pulling the blanket over them. His heart skips when she snuggles closer, her body curling into his side. He knows he's in deep, deeper than any other relationship he's had prior. It has nothing to do with the sex and everything to do with the way she regards him, speaks to him, and how she makes him feel.

Weary in more ways than one, Meliodas curls an arm around her and finally allows himself to sleep.