“Eli…”

“Yes, that’s a start. Keep going.”

“Please, kiss me.”

He presses his lips to the inside of my thigh and then grins up at me.

“Please kiss my…”

“Your what, Kate?”

“My.” I swallow hard and clench my eyes closed. “Pussy.”

He growls and licks me from my opening up to my clit, and then proceeds to drive me out of my ever loving mind with his lips and tongue, making my head thrash back and forth on the pillow.

“Do you want my fingers inside you?”

“Yes!”

“Ask me.”

“Please put your fingers inside me.”

“Inside your what?”

I lift my head and stare down at him in confusion. “My pussy.”

“Say cunt, Kate.”

I blink. You’re nothing but a fucking cunt. I can’t stand the sight of you.

“Never.” I try to close my legs and move away from him, but he immediately covers me again with his body and holds me tenderly. Tears have sprung in my eyes, pissing me off. “I won’t ever say that.”

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

“That word isn’t okay. Ever.”

He holds me to him, braced over me, and combs his fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry, cher. I didn’t know that was a trigger for you.”

“It’s just that one word. I can’t deal with it.”

“Understood.” He kisses my cheek and the corner of my mouth before pulling back and gazing down at me. His eyes look a bit angry, and I’m sure he has a million questions, but he simply offers me a soft smile and palms my breast once more. “No more c word. Any other words we should avoid?”

“I’m not particularly fond of being called a bitch either.”

All humor leaves his face as his hand stills on my breast. His eyes narrow.

“Let’s get something straight right now, cher. I would never call you that, or cunt, or any other despicable word that could hurt you. You are beautiful and sweet, and there will never come a day, regardless of what happens with us after today, that you or anyone else will ever deserve that. Are we clear?”

“Yes.” I hate the relief in my voice, but my whole body relaxes beneath Eli as he watches me for another long moment, and then lays his lips over mine and kisses me sweetly. His hand resumes with its ministrations on my breast, making me tingle.

“I love your skin,” he whispers against my neck. “You’re so soft. And your freckles make me crazy.”

“My freckles!” I giggle and slap his arm playfully. “They’re out of control.”

“They’re amazing.” He grins down at me. “You even have freckles on your pussy.”

“I know.” I wrinkle my nose, making him chuckle.

“Sexy.”

“Silly.”

He slowly shakes his head no and reaches over for a condom, slips it on, and settles between my legs.

“Are you sore?”

“In a good way.”

“I’ll do my best to take it easy.”

I drag my fingertips down his cheek as he positions himself against my lips.

“What do you want, Kate?”

“You,” I reply with a confused frown.

“What part of me?”

Ah, so we’re back to the game.

“That large, impressive part of you.”

He laughs and kisses my forehead. “Words, Kate.”

“Eli.”

He raises a brow.

“I’d very much enjoy feeling your cock inside me now, please.”

His eyes darken as he slowly pushes inside me, all the way, and holds himself still.

“Say it again.”

“Please.”

His lips tickle mine as he grins.

“Just a few more words.”

I rotate my hips and clench around him, making his body tighten around me.

“Eli.”

“Yes.”

“Fuck me already.”

“Damn.” He begins to move, in long steady strokes, panting and groaning, but holding my gaze in his. “I fucking love it when you talk dirty.”

“I kind of like it too,” I admit, and moan when he slips his hand between us and presses on my already screaming clit. “God, Eli, I’m gonna come.”

“That’s right.” He kisses my neck and hooks one of my legs over his shoulder, opening me wider, pushing deeper as he grabs my ass and pulls me harder onto him. “I’m right here with you.”

His strength never ceases to amaze me, and the way his body is working me over is just too much. I can’t help but cry out as I’m consumed by the orgasm, pulsing around him and rocking against him, as I continue to ride the aftershocks.

Eli rests his forehead on mine and swears under his breath, as every muscle in his body tightens and he follows me over into his own release.

We’re both gasping for breath and sweaty when Eli slips out of me and collapses on the bed beside me, his arm draped over my stomach.

“Well, good morning.”

He chuckles and kisses my shoulder. I gaze over at him, and can’t resist pushing his hair back off of his forehead.

“You’re so handsome.”

“Thank you.” He kisses me again, then rolls away. “We have to get up.”

“Why? I thought we decided we aren’t going in to work today.”