Don't Stop

Elliot

The storm outside rattled the windows, but the sound was nothing compared to the storm inside me. I couldn’t take my eyes off Susan as she moved around her small but cozy apartment, trying to act casual. It was a futile attempt...she was as affected as I was.

Her laughter was strained when she commented on the rain. “Looks like you’re stuck here for a while, Elliot. You can’t possibly drive in this weather.”

“Oh no,” I teased, leaning against the counter. “Trapped in your apartment? However will I survive?”

She rolled her eyes, but I caught the faint blush creeping up her neck. She was beautiful when she was flustered...her guard slipping, revealing the vulnerability she worked so hard to hide.

“I’ll make coffee,” she mumbled, avoiding my gaze as she busied herself in the kitchen.

But I couldn’t just stand there and let her deflect. I stepped closer, invading her space, until I was just behind her. Her hand faltered as she reached for the coffee jar, and I could hear her breathing quicken.

“Susan,” I murmured, my voice low. “Why are you avoiding me?”

“I’m not,” she said too quickly, her voice tight.

I reached out, gently brushing her hair aside to reveal the curve of her neck. “Liar.”

Her breath hitched as my lips brushed her skin, just below her ear. She turned around sharply, her eyes wide and blazing with a mixture of confusion, defiance, and undeniable desire.

“This is a bad idea,” she whispered, though her body swayed toward me.

“I disagree,” I replied, closing the gap between us.

The moment our lips met, it was as though the dam broke. A kiss that was hungry and all-consuming. Her hands gripped my shirt, pulling me closer, and I pressed her against the counter, losing myself in her.

Her scent, her taste, the softness of her lips...everything about her drove me insane. I lifted her onto the counter without breaking the kiss, her legs wrapping around my waist instinctively. The rain outside seemed to fade into the background, leaving only the sound of our breathing and the rhythm of our hearts.

Her fingers slid into my hair, tugging gently, and a low groan escaped me. I kissed her harder, my hands exploring her body, memorizing every curve, every shiver.

“Elliot,” she whispered against my lips, her voice trembling but laced with need.

“Yes, Susan?” I murmured, trailing kisses down her neck, savoring the way she arched into me.

“Don’t stop.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

**

Susan

I don’t know when I lost control...of the situation, of myself, of my emotions...but by the time Elliot lifted me off the counter and carried me to the couch, I was too far gone to care.

This was reckless. This was insane. But it felt so good.

His hands were everywhere, setting my skin on fire with every touch. His lips moved down my neck, my collarbone, and lower, leaving a trail of heat in their wake. I felt like I was drowning, but I didn’t want to be saved.

I pulled at his shirt, desperate to feel his skin against mine, and he obliged, tugging it off and tossing it aside. My fingers traced the lines of his chest, his shoulders, his arms...every inch of him was perfection.

“You’re beautiful,” he said, his voice rough with desire, and the way he looked at me made me believe it.

I pulled him back to me, our bodies aligning perfectly, and the moment he entered me, it was like everything else ceased to exist. There was no storm, no apartment, no world...just us, tangled together, moving in perfect harmony.

He whispered my name like a prayer, his hands holding me as though I might disappear. And for the first time in a long time, I felt cherished. Not just desired, but wanted.

As we reached the peak together, I couldn’t hold back the tears that slipped down my cheeks. He noticed, brushing them away gently, and kissed me again...softly this time, tenderly.

“Are you okay?” he asked, his voice filled with concern.

“Yes,” I whispered, pulling him closer. “Don’t let go.”

“I won’t,” he promised, and for the first time, I believed him.

We stayed like that for what felt like hours, tangled together, our breathing slowly evening out. And as I drifted off to sleep in his arms, I realized something that terrified and thrilled me in equal measure:

I was falling for Elliot Prescott. Again.