28: Elise (i)

28: Elise (i)
I PUSHED AWAY from him to get up, but I heard him grunt, and then I realized that my elbows were sticking to his ribs. “Oh!” I adjusted my position. “Sorry.” And I started to get up again.
But his arms tightened around me. He looked winded—the only reason why he couldn’t laugh. My heart pounded as warmth spread somewhere in the vicinity of my lower abdomen. “Gian…”
“You do know that all that stupid play was to get you exactly where you are right now? Minus this small accident.”
“Really? You didn’t plan to bump into my head?”
He sighed. “I know… I should have just kissed you the moment Anna left,” he said, then reached up and pulled me by the nape of my neck so our lips could meet. 
As soon as he felt my enthusiastic response, he groaned and kissed me deeper. His mouth opened, and the next moment I tasted the sweetness of the chocolate we had shared in our heated kiss.
Warmth permeated my body. His arms released me but his mouth didn’t. He worked his jacket off, kissing me in between awkward movements until he’d laid it beside him, then cupped my jaw and continued kissing me deeply, guiding my body to lie down on it. He was still kissing me even as my head touched the cloth. 
For a moment, it occurred to me that we were in such a perfect spot. It was dark there. We were shielded by the sand dune from the house. It was a very private spot, bordered on both sides by rocks and stones cemented a few meters up from the ground. No one would disturb us here… unless Anna came back to look for me.
He did deliberately lead me here for exactly this. Oh my god…
“Gian…?” I moaned when his lips left mine. He was rubbing his large body rhythmically against mine—every part of him touching mine felt good. I loved his smell, the way he hovered over me territorially, protectively. The bump on my forehead felt like years away. 
“I keep thinking about you, Elise,” his hoarse voice whispered near my ear. “Serves me right for kissing you when I knew you’re about to leave. I feel like I’d go crazy if I don’t taste you again.” I moaned again as his lips trailed down my neck, the sensation causing delightful shivers to my skin, my nerve endings vibrating. I could feel the rush of blood in my veins. “Baby… I should wait… but I can’t. This is all I think about since we kissed.”
“Wait for what?” I asked, impatience on my voice.
“To kiss more of you,” he said. But his voice suggested a while lot more.
I thought for a moment before replying. “Then stop waiting… I want that, too!”
His soft laughter tickled every fiber of my being. He lifted the hem of my top. Heat escalated to my face as he set aside the cups of my bikini top.
Oh god… I trembled. I could literally feel the heat of his eyes on my breasts, laid bare to him deliberately this time.  
“Beautiful…” he whispered. 
“You’ve seen them before,” I reminded him, my voice hitching a little as I remembered the first time. 
He groaned, “If you only knew how hard I tried not to look at them.”
“How hard, you think?” I teased him.
In answer he ground his erection against the apex of my thighs. “So… so hard… I could barely manage not to touch you the whole evening. I kept catching my self reaching for the naked skin on your back—that damn gown, I swear, baby. You were a vision on it… but all I wanted was to strip it off you because it showed me what a beautiful body it was hiding from me. I already felt like a lecher the whole evening up until…” He took a deep breath, and I realized he was trembling, too. But it was because he was remembering what happened to me again, and my hand grabbed his hair gently. 
When his face descended on my left breast, I squeezed my eyes shut.
Gian was eager. He took one of my nipples and sucked it gently but deeply into his warm mouth, stretching it deliciously. The sensation of it being stretched that way shot down to my center. I grabbed his hair even more. “Gian…!” I moaned again. I thought this would feel strange, but he felt so familiar. When he moved to my other breast, I opened my eyes to watch him. The visual was so erotic, and I felt so protective of him as he continued to suckle at my breast. So weird and arousing at the same time. I groaned again. His head lifted and his lips trailed along my jawline to the bottom of my left ear.
“I love your breasts, fell in love with them the first time I saw them.” He sounded like he was confessing sin. His hands cupped each of my breasts as he watched them. “Wondered how they’d look in my hands as I squeezed them. If you only knew…”
“I remember you said—”
He looked at my face. “I had to lie. You were too upset and I felt so guilty thinking the way I did… still do.” He shook his head. “But I swear, this image of your breasts stuck in my mind. I see them everywhere. They’ve undone me.” And he buried his face to me again.
“You like them better than all the others you’ve had?” I asked, trying to suppress my giggles as he played my left nipple with the tip of his tongue.
“Easily…” he answered without hesitation. “I can’t forget them… I dreamed about them,” he said while nudging my nipple with his pointed nose. I watched him, mesmerized. Then he looked up at me. “I almost hated myself for wanting them so much…” he continued, gently squeezing, caressing me lovingly, getting my senses up to a plateau that made me dizzy while he alternated his eyes between me and what he was doing to my breasts. “Elise, I’ve done so much to you inside my head.” A look of guilt passed his face again. “I know this is too quick—”
“Don’t stop,” I panted. “It really doesn’t feel quick at all, I promise.”
A smile crossed his lips. “Are you sure?”
I felt feverish with need of him. Of course, I was sure. “Please…”