Jolene

My heart races as I straddle Elliot. He drops on the desk, and I climb onto his lap. The moment my core presses against him, I gasp. How does he do it? Just a few words from him, and I have hope. God help me, I think I'm falling for a demon. I may not have a lot going for me in the luck department, but if a future with Elliot is on the table, it may just be worth fighting for. That’s if I don’t turn into an ancient being and kill him in a slow, horrible way. Stop it, Jolene! Since when do I lay down and accept what I'm told? If I give up, I might as well hand over the world. Elliot's right, I need to fight. I don’t know why it's taken me so long to realize that. Could it be sloth is working his way inside my mind, trying to overcome me? The idea is terrifying, and to think I came so close to giving up. I did give up. No more! If he wants me, he’ll have to drag me kicking and screaming.

“Where are you, beautiful? Come back to me.”

Elliot's soft words anchor me back to him. As he studies me, I feel as if he’s privy to my inner monologue. I have an inkling he knows more than he lets on. The way he looks at me, like he’s answering every question that runs through my mind, is putting me at ease.

“I think you know.” I tell him.

Elliot's eyes widen slightly, and my attention swerves to his sexy grin.

“It's about time.” he growls.

I'm not sure what he means, but my mind goes blank when he rolls his hips and slides his erection between my thighs. Air whooshes out of me in sublime pleasure. I forget about the problems that plagued me, my unknown future, and all my insecurities. They wash away like prints in the sand carried by a steady, unrelenting wave. At this moment, I want him. Nothing else matters. The ache becomes unbearable, as if my body is sensing the decision.

“I want it to be you. My first and last.”

Elliot gasps, becoming serious.

“You may take that back some day.” he warns, but I know better.

“No… I don’t think I will.” and not because I think my days are numbered. As I stare into his eyes, it's on the tip of my tongue. I can’t say the words he wants to hear. I don’t have it in me right now, but I get as close as I can.

“There is no one I'd rather be with right now than you.”

I think I see a flash of disappointment, but it’s quickly replaced with a look of anticipation that has my heart racing. I'm really going to do this... I fill my lungs with air and calm my nerves. The moment I pull my shirt over my head, Elliot takes control, lifting me so fast I get butterflies in my stomach. He carries me to his bed. The same bed I've claimed for the past few weeks and lays me back, slowly following my body down. I get the feeling Elliot is a romantic. He confirms my suspicion by tucking my hair back and staring into my eyes.

“You're so beautiful, Jolene, inside and out. I feel blessed just being here with you.”

I melt for him then and there. I don’t harbor pretty words like Elliot, I'm not romantic, but I reply with a chaste kiss that he deepens instantly. He wrestles with my tongue until I'm moaning from the complex kiss. My lips are swollen, and his taste mingles with mine, creating an addictive quality.

“More,” I moan into his mouth. I'm desperate to feel his touch. I want him pressed as close as I can get him. As if he knows my every desire, he removes his joggers and my shorts. Elliot is completely naked, and my eyes travel his body, snagging on his sizable length. I worry my bottom lip in slight trepidation. Elliot pulls me forward, unclasping my bra. In what I'm sure is record time for any male. When nothing but a thin scrap of cotton separates us, I begin to feel nervous. My legs tense as he slides the material down my thighs. The band is at my ankles when Elliot twists the center, trapping my feet together and pushes my knees to my chest. His hot mouth covers my center, and my head drops back on my shoulders as I squeal in response to the intense sensation.

“You taste like honey, love. I've never had anything so addictive on my tongue.”

He tells me this between lapping. his words, coupled with the vibrations of his voice, have me perilously close to coming. I'm about to tell him I want to recuperate when he flips me on my stomach.

“I never did get to explore all of you, and that’s a damn shame, my beauty. I won't be making that mistake again.”

I drop my head to hide the smile that’s formed from his words. Elliot makes me feel like a treasure he wants to covet and awe over. It’s a far stretch from the tomboy vision I have of myself. I love the way he makes me feel physically and emotionally. He makes me feel bold and proud. His hands travel the length of my body from the pads of my feet, lingering on my curves as he ends the erotic exploration with his fingers griping my hair. Gone is the gentle, careful Elliot like a switch his movements become calculated, his grip firm. He flips me back, pinning my arms above my head, and takes my breasts into his mouth. I jolt, violently screaming out. His horns begin to straighten, and fear creeps up. Instead of dampening my arousal, it does the opposite, surprising me. Elliot's mouth burns a trail down my stomach as he palms my cheeks and uses them to lift me over his thighs. There’s a growl in his chest that grabs my attention. My eyes find his, and I see the demon inside, staring back at me. I'm not afraid, I'm excited. With a nod of permission, Elliot thrusts deep inside me. I cry out from mostly pain and some pleasure. I've done some exploring of my own, but Elliot is packing, and my skin is pulled taut. Elliot freezes at the cry and looks terribly worried.

“It's okay, just give a minute.” I tell him. Sweat drips off his forehead, and I become aware of the battle he’s fighting. I recall a scripture I read about claiming and the need to rut on one's mate like an animal. I didn’t believe it was literal until now. I don’t know who's in more pain, me or Elliot. It's not long before the familiar ache returns. I roll my hips and give Elliot a tentative smile. The relief in his groan has me biting my fist to hold back a giggle. He thrusts deep and slow, keeping a steady pace that blows my mind. Elliot spreads my thighs to deepen the thrusts as he lifts me off the mattress. I feel so full and complete all at once, like this was meant to be, and everything in my life was leading to this point right now. He fills my vision until everything but him is a blur. Elliot is a magnificent sight. His horns are fully erect, and I grasp them, using them for balance so I can kiss him. The moment my hand makes contact, he lets out what I assume is a cry of pain until he says.

“Don't you dare let go! Put your hands back where they were, and I'll reward you, love.”

I listen and stroke them. Elliot begins wildly pumping his hips until I'm bouncing off of him. I climax around him. And it’s the most intense sensation I've ever experienced. He doesn’t stop. Elliot spends the night following through on his promise in many unique positions, many more times until I'm aching in places I didn’t know I could. I fall asleep with his arms wrapped around me.