Chapter 82: It’s Not Your First Time, Is It?
[Warning: This Chapter contains mature, explicit content.]
The fabrics covering them began falling to the floor one after another. Deep gasps echoed in the dark presidential suite. Suddenly, a vase shattered as Lynsandra accidentally tipped it with her fingertips.
She flinched at the sound and pulled away, only to be pulled back by him once more.
"Doesn’t matter," he said, lifting her by the waist with one arm to keep her from stepping on the shards.
A protesting moan echoed into his mouth as she kissed him slow and deep. She wrapped her legs around his waist, barely covered in lace underwear. They had barely left the entryway, yet it felt like they had been like this forever.
Her fingers clutched at his bare chest, knowing he was taking her somewhere slowly and carefully. As if they had all the time in the world.
Then, in one swift motion, she felt her bra come loose.
His fingers reached for the strap over her shoulder, and she let him pull it away, tossing it aside.
"Damn," he cursed under his breath, moving his lips to her jaw and neck. Her scent filled his senses, and he could barely think anymore.
All he wanted was to have her, to sink into her, to kiss every inch of her.
He had imagined this many times and wouldn’t deny that he had fantasized about it. But the real thing was far beyond imagination.
Soon, Lynsandra felt her back bounce against a soft mattress.
This time, Elias pulled away, one hand resting beside her head, one knee on the edge of the bed. He was panting, watching the blush on her face and the softness in her eyes.
Red marks bloomed along her neck from where he had kissed her. Then his gaze dropped lower.
Her breasts were round—not overly large, but full and perfectly shaped.
And now, bare for him to admire.
"Stop looking—" Lynsandra instinctively moved her arm to cover herself, only for him to catch her wrist and pin it gently to the side.
"They’re beautiful," he murmured, lowering his head to press a kiss against her skin before grazing it gently with his teeth.
A short whimper escaped her as her body reacted involuntarily. Her underwear had already been soaked since they were in the lift, but now she felt herself trembling with heightened excitement.
Another moan slipped from her lips as she arched her back. His hand settled firmly against her spine while his mouth continued its slow, deliberate exploration. His tongue flicked lightly, sending shivers through her. His other hand reached for her other breast, squeezing and teasing gently.
Her chest rose and fell heavily. Her fingers tangled into his messy hair. Her mind could only focus on the sensations overtaking her.
And before she could even understand how or why, there was only one thing on her mind.
More.
She wanted more.
"Eli," she breathed.
That single word made him freeze.
Elias lifted his head slowly, hovering above her. His eyes darkened as he took in the expression on her face.
"Say that again," he demanded quietly.
"Huh?"
"Just now," he whispered, lowering himself until his bare chest pressed against hers. The tip of his nose brushed her cheek. "You called me. Call me again."
Lynsandra drew in a shaky breath, wincing slightly as his grip on her waist tightened.
"E... Eli."
The moment the word left her lips, he crushed his mouth against hers again. His hands gripped her hips as his knee nudged her legs apart.
She had never called him that before. Hearing it made something inside him snap.
Without hesitation, his hand slid between her thighs. The moment his fingers brushed against the lace covering her, he felt how soaked it was.
Damn.
He kissed along her neck as he slid his fingers beneath the fabric.
I can’t believe I’m touching her like this.
If this were just another dream, he wouldn’t mind never waking up.
"You’re so wet," he murmured, shifting slightly beside her as he pushed her lace underwear aside. "And so soft."
Lynsandra turned her head toward him. "Stop," she whispered, though a moan betrayed her as his fingers moved slowly and deliberately. Each stroke made her shiver.
"Kiss me," she breathed, clutching his shoulder. "Eli."
His eyes softened at her request. He leaned down and claimed her lips again. Her body remained tense as his fingers continued their steady rhythm. With how responsive she was, he could have gone further immediately, but he wanted to take his time.
"Mhm," she moaned against his mouth, jolting when he slid a finger inside her.
Her entire body shuddered. Her fingers dug into his shoulders.
Elias furrowed his brows slightly at her reaction, and at how tightly she held him.
That couldn’t be...
Slowly, he pulled away and looked at her in surprise.
"There’s no way, right?" he whispered, waiting for her eyes to meet his. "Lizzie, this... you’re not..."
He struggled for words.
"...it’s not your first time, is it?"
Lynsandra pressed her lips together, but instead of answering directly, she muttered, "Can you not ask that while your finger is inside me?"
He blinked.
She blinked.
And slowly, something inside him shifted.
"Why?" she asked, her breathing still uneven. "Do you not like virgins?"
"Not that," he replied under his breath, already moving back over her. He kissed her again, a grin tugging at his lips. "It just made me so damn happy."
He kissed her once more, smiling against her mouth. "It’s going to be a long night, Lizzie."
He resumed kissing her deeply while his fingers continued moving, coaxing her body to relax. He started with one finger, and then two, adjusting her before taking something bigger.
When he finally revealed his man’s pride, Lynsandra swallowed hard, propping herself slightly on her elbows as her eyes widened.
Elias caught her expression and smirked. Slowly, deliberately, he brushed his fingers along her sensitive skin again before guiding her back down.
"Lizzie," he murmured, pressing his body closer as he placed soft kisses along her lips. "Hold on to me."
She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, giving herself over to the moment as he positioned himself carefully.
"I’m going in," he whispered.
He moved forward slowly but firmly.
Her body jolted in surprise at the unfamiliar stretch, but his weight steadied her. The sounds that followed were a mix of soft whimpers and breathless protests against his lips as her fingers clutched at his back.
