P.S. You’re Intolerable: Chapter 32

MY HEART WAS LODGED in my throat as Elliot walked toward me. Forgetting I was holding a silly little sign with his name on it, I drank him in. Two weeks was far too long. Any tolerance I’d built up to his staggering presence had evaporated. Seeing him again made my knees weak.

He finally made it to me, dropping his bag at our feet. Knuckle underneath my jaw, he tipped my head back.

“Hi, sweetheart.”

“Hi, Elliot.”

“You’re a sight for sore eyes.”

“You too.”

“What are you doing all the way over there? Come give me a hug.”

I walked right into his waiting arms and melted against him. Tension I’d been carrying unraveled as he held me and kissed my head and face.

“Missed you,” he murmured.

“Me too.”

“Joey with Freddie?”

“Mmhmm. I thought I might have you to myself for a bit. Don’t tell my boss I left work early.”

“Never.” He pulled back slightly to touch his lips to mine. “Let’s get out of here.”

It physically hurt to step out of his arms, but I managed, joining my hand with his. We walked outside to the passenger pickup area, where a driver was waiting for us.

The driver took Elliot’s suitcase, and Elliot helped me into the back of the limo. He slid in after me and immediately hit the button to close the privacy screen.

“You picked me up in style.” He picked up the paper I’d discarded on the seat between us. “And made me a sign. This is very sweet.”

My heart thudded inside my chest. “I turned to crafts to keep myself busy.”

“That’s cute. You’re adorable and lovely.” He tossed it to the ground then snatched me around the waist before I could register anything. “Get over here so I can kiss you for real.”

This.

This was what I had been waiting for. Straddling his lap and sinking into his bones. His mouth melded to mine. His fingers tangled in my hair. I slipped my hands down the back of his shirt, moaning at the feel of his skin. Bliss.

“There’s my girl.” He spoke against my lips. “Better than I remembered.”

I rocked against the bulge in his pants, thankful for my decision to wear a skirt today. Elliot and I had been apart for so long even the thin satin covering me was too much.

“Need you.” I raked my nails across his shoulders and pressed my core against his. “Please. I can’t wait.”

“Do you think I can?”

Slipping beneath my skirt, he trailed along the crease of my inner thigh and shoved my panties to the side.

“You feel so good. Wet for me already.” He played with my slit, then spread me wide to dip his fingertip inside, making me flutter around him. “Yes, baby. That’s perfect. Take your tits out for me.”

I yanked my shirt over my head and tugged the cups of my bra down below my breasts. Elliot fell into them, running his warm tongue along the edges of one nipple, then the other. While he licked me, I reached between us, scrambling with his pants.

I was trembling all over, so it took a few tries, but I finally got his zipper down and his hard, smooth length in my hand. His lips closed around my nipple at the same time I rubbed his thick head against my clit. We groaned in tandem, so sensitive and reactive to one another.

Not being joined with him becoming too much to tolerate, I rose on my knees, positioning him at my entrance. He let go of my breast to lean his head back and meet my eyes while I lowered onto him. I kept going until my ass hit his thighs and he had filled me to the brim.

“There’s my girl,” he breathed. “Right where you belong.”

“With you.”

“Mmm.”

I was dripping down my belly, and Elliot closed his mouth over my nipple while I rode him. Fingers dug into my hips, moving me to the rhythm he wanted. Even with me on top, Elliot was in charge. Exactly how I liked it—how he needed it.

“God, I missed the taste of you.”

He let go of my hip to fist the back of my hair and bring my mouth to his. Kissing me hard, he licked into my mouth with sweetness on his tongue, and my eyes rolled back behind my eyelids.

My wet breasts slid along his shirt, sticking us together. In the back of my mind, I wished his skin was on mine, but I was too distracted by his hands, mouth, scent, cock. I couldn’t put that thought into action.

The hold on my hip slipped to my ass, fingers delving between my cheeks. He prodded where we were joined, forming a V with two fingers to feel himself entering me. I reached between us, making a V on top of his. Clutching the back of his neck, I watched him as we felt ourselves fucking.

“You’re made for me, Catherine.” He nipped at my lower lip. “Nothing has ever been as right as being inside you.”

I ground against him, taking him to my limits. He was right. This was right. We were.

Desperation hung heavy on our limbs as we grappled and clung. Needy limbs wrapped tight, and lonely lips kissed and kissed, panting sweet words and whispering absolute filth.

Elliot lapped at my breasts and rolled my throbbing clit as I came around him, shuddering with the climax I’d saved for two weeks. It was soul shattering, heartrending. My body was torn in two, and his put me right back together.

When I was soft and pliant, he dropped me onto the seat and plunged into me with a force that took my breath away. He pressed my legs up and out. “I’m going to come so hard. You’re making it happen with your sweet cunt. You’ll be dripping with me when I’m finished with you.”

“Yes, please.” My nipples tightened, and my belly was set alight. He was going to make me come again, talking that way.

“I’ve got so much cum for you, sweetheart. Gonna fuck you again and again until you give me another baby.”

My heart tripped, skipping a beat, and my inner muscles clamped down on him, begging him to keep his promise, urging him to fill me, make me his, mark me for always.

“You like that, don’t you?” He sucked my nipple into his mouth and pounded me breathless. “Want you pregnant again. Ripe with another baby for me. Gonna fuck you until you give me another and another.”

“Yes,” I cried, my head tipping back. I couldn’t help it, couldn’t stop the barreling climax that took over my muscles. My legs locked around his back, and I writhed beneath him.

He roared into my shoulder, clamping down with his teeth as he lodged himself as far as he could get, coating my inner walls with his wild promises.

We lay there, clinging to one another until Elliot moved us so he was on the bottom with me sprawled on top of him. I found myself giggling against his chest.

“What’s so funny, sweetheart?” he grumbled.

“We’re going to have to scrub this car down before we get out.” I lifted my head, eyes wide with horror. “Wait, do you think they scrub the car down between passengers? We can’t be the only ones who—”

He pressed my head back to his chest, chuckling softly. “I’ll look into it. Promise. Just let me hold my girl for a while before I have to think about anything but this.”

I liked the sound of that. “Oh, all right.”