Best I've Ever Had

by Abbi Glines

  Ophelia held her hands over each satin cupped breast for just a moment, but it felt as if it were an eternity. Our gazes held, transfixed, her desire just as strong as mine. It was shining in her eyes and I moved then, ready to rip the damn bra off when she let her hands fall and the bra slid off her arms and down to drop at the floor. Both beautiful breasts were revealed, and I was stuck taking in the sight of her smooth perfect skin.

  Instead of asking her to continue the striptease I knew I couldn’t handle any more. I had to touch her, taste her, smell her. My hands gripped her waist as I closed the distance between us. Holding her tightly against me I wished I had taken my shirt off too. Just so the warmth of my chest could feel her with nothing between us.

  For now, I lowered my mouth to capture hers and forget everything else but the connection. How her taste became all I remembered, all I cared about. Nothing painful could touch me when Ophelia was in my arms. It was everything I’d never known or expected.

  Her soft purrs of pleasure as her hands lifted to my head so her fingers could thread through my hair gave my pulse even more of a jolt. I began to leave a trail of soft kisses on her neck and then down slowly toward her shoulder. Taking a soft bite on the tender skin at the base of her neck, I breathed deeply at her reaction. Both of her hands fisted tightly in my hair and her body arched toward me. Unable to wait any longer, I found her left breast and kissed it before pressing my tongue on the pebbled nipple then drawing it into my mouth to suck.

  “AH!” she cried out and her hands stopped running through my hair but instead held my head to her breast. I bit down gently, and she made more sounds as her body pressed closer to my mouth. While I kissed and enjoyed every sound she made, my throbbing with the need to be inside her grew stronger.

  I moved my head to the right breast and gave it equal attention, but my hands moved to the buttons on her skirt. Easily enough I managed to get it unfastened and slipping to the floor at her feet. Her hands left my head then and she was pulling on the bottom of my shirt. Reluctantly letting her nipple free of my mouth, I straightened and allowed her to pull my shirt off before letting my gaze take in the sight of her standing there in only her panties.

  This kitchen would never be the same. I’d see her every time I walked in here. Looking like every fantasy I’d ever had. She’d mark this place with her presence, and I wanted her to. She made life better.

  Her hands were on the snap and zipper of my jeans. I took over then needing this as equally if not more so than she did. My jeans were undone, and I pushed them down then stepped out of them and shoved them aside. The black boxer briefs I was wearing and her pink lace panties were all that stood between us now.

  Grabbing the sides of her head, I kissed her again. This time with the hunger, craving, and desperate want that was hammering through me. Demanding I take more. Wanting to experience her again. To be taken to that delirious crazed release that only she brought me.

  Her hands grabbed my waist and then a moment later they slipped inside my briefs. I stopped breathing when her hand slid down and took my rigid cock in her grasp. With one soft pump of her hand, I cracked. I couldn’t prolong this anymore. I tore my mouth off hers and reached for her panties. In my haste to free her, I ripped the tiny straps on each side and tossed them away not willing to wait until she slid them down her legs.

  The surprise in her eyes wasn’t fear and hopefully wasn’t anger at my destroying her lace under thing, but I had to be inside her. I grabbed her waist and put her on the stool beside me. Her thighs opened and her knees lifted as if we had choreographed this. I shoved my briefs down far enough to be free then took her legs and pushing them farther apart before slamming into her body.

  The tightness clenched me, yet I slid in easily with her body ready to take me.

  “OH GOD!” she yelled, and her head fell back. Her eyes were closed, breasts jutting out and not one fucking goddess I’d ever seen depicted looked close to as beautiful as Ophelia in this moment.

  I trembled at the sight of her. Being deep inside her made all the wrongs in my life disappear. I held her waist again and my mouth went to her exposed neck to lick and kiss while I started rocking my hips and slowly pulling back then sliding in hard so that both of us were given the deepest sensation.

  “Eli,” she breathed my name grabbing my head and holding my face close to her neck. My breath hot against her skin, the scent that was uniquely Ophelia surrounding me, engulfing me. “Harder, I need you harder,” she panted.

  “Fuck,” I growled as the man who was trying to give her pleasure began to morph into a hungry animal at her request. I wanted to pound into her until we were both screaming our release. As heavenly as she felt with each slide into her body, I knew the moment I began slamming inside her it would lead to earth-shattering release.

  “Please,” she begged when I didn’t immediately begin fucking her the way she wanted. The desperation in her plea sent me barreling into the darkness, intent on giving her what she wanted and what I craved.

  My hands moved to grab her ass and the soft flesh filled my hands. “You want to be fucked hard, baby?” I asked as I gave her the first forceful entry.

  “YES!” she cried as our bodies slapped against each other.

  Squeezing the plumpness in my hands, I let the monster clawing inside me free and hammered her willing body.

  “OH GOD! YES! AHHHH!” Her cries drove me on. The attempt to allow her to savor it was gone. Desire, need, and pleasure were leading us both.

  “So fucking wet,” I said into her ear. “You’re soaked. Naughty girl gets hot over being fucked hard.” I was triggering her, and I knew it. She wanted to hear the words.

  Her body shook and her nails clawed at my back. “Yes,” she panted. “I want it,” she agreed. My words were sending her closer to a release.

  “This sweet tight pussy is mine. It wants me to fuck it. I want to lay you down and taste it. Lick you until you can’t take anymore.”

  “OH GOD!” she moaned, and her head fell back again just as her body began to shake and I could feel the first clench of her orgasm on my dick. “ELI! OH!” she managed to choke out. I kept going. This wasn’t it. I would make sure she had more than one. Even if the pull to follow right behind her to my own release was strong. If I could hold off long enough, I’d give her three.

  “You want my tongue sliding inside you?” I whispered close to her ear then bit the lobe. “Flicking your clit until it hurts you want to come so bad? Giving me all that sweetness on my tongue. Then I’ll pump you with my dick again until I’m coming so deep inside you we are both fucking lost.”

  I was exciting myself with the image I was describing to her. The sounds she was making told me it was doing the same for her. The frenzy building in her again soared and with a loud cry, the next orgasm hit her. She bucked wildly beneath me. My name coming from her lips in gasps. Watching her, hearing her begging me to stop, to keep going, it all drove me harder. She didn’t know what she was saying and it no longer mattered. The roaring in my ears muffled everything and I gripped her hips, she lifted her knees as if I’d asked her to. Her eyes opened and she watched me pumping into her. Her breathing hard, breasts bouncing, when she licked her lips I broke.

  The climax was an explosion. The kind of euphoria that claimed you.

  “FUCK!! HOLY. . . . GAH!” I yelled the words as the most intense moment of my life rocked through my body.

  “ELI! I can feel it! Oh!” She once again began to quake and the third orgasm I wanted to give her crashed through her body. I pulled her against my chest. My body still experiencing tremors of pleasure.

  Even if this woman found a way to destroy an already broken man, I would never regret it. Some moments were worth losing your soul over.

  JUNE 12 / 10:06 PM

  Ophelia Finlay

  I LAY IN my bed watching Eli sleep. He’d held me as we fell asleep together. Or I pretended to fall asleep until he was breathing deep and even. My thoughts weren’t goin
g to allow me to shut down that easily. Today had been perfect. Too perfect.

  I closed my eyes tightly and sighed as the tenderness between my legs reminded me of the thorough job of fucking my brains out Eli had done earlier. Finding him a place to live had taken up most of our day. I had been happy when he found this place but accepting the fact this was temporary and he’d leave again one day made me panic. It was what kept me awake. More than once today I had heard him tell an owner or real estate agent he wasn’t looking for permanent residence. A reminder he didn’t want to stay. Whatever life he’d left to return here was important to him.

  My desperation to keep him had been what drove me to be so wild when we had sex. I realized when it was over, I’d been trying to cling to him or possibly find a way to hold him. I knew that I would only hurt myself more when he left if I allowed my heart to think he might decide to stay. The safest thing for me to do was to take all I could while I had him here. It had been my goal when I’d let all my walls down. I had opened myself up emotionally and physically to Eli. Living in the now, taking all he gave me, begging for more, wanting to know the feeling of being one with Eli.

  It had been mind-blowing, best I’ve ever had, make that the best anyone had ever had, sex. There was just no way it got better than that. There couldn’t be any comparison. What we experienced together had to be the pinnacle of sex. Historically so. I didn’t question it . . . because I knew that while I was giving my body to that man, he took my heart too. Sex that incredible and real coupled with the giving of your heart was on a level of unattainable that many would never know. I closed my eyes even tighter. Fear grabbed my throat so tightly I found it hard to breathe. I’d never done this. Not once had I just let a man have it. My walls had been put in place from a young love that had hurt me. One I hadn’t realized at the time was just innocence getting its first taste of desire. That hadn’t truly been love. Not now that I knew this feeling. The unquestionable soul claiming kind of love I’d fell straight into with Eli.

  Accepting it and admitting it were one in the same. There was no way to save me now. No possible wall building could change what had transpired. I wouldn’t be able to backtrack and run away. I was taken. Leaving him would be impossible. My heart wouldn’t allow it. Eli Hardy owned my body and soul whether he wanted it or not. Not completely losing my head and telling him I loved him during that last orgasm when I had known it was the truth had been my only saving grace. If I’d told him I loved him, he quite possibly may not be in my bed with me right now. He didn’t have to say it, I knew he wasn’t after love. Not mine or anyone else’s. I hadn’t meant to fall. It wasn’t something I could have controlled.

  The reality that I was in love had shocked me. I hadn’t been vulnerable enough to feel this way about a man in the past. Why Eli? Why did I fall for a man who made it clear this was as temporary as his apartment? My stone will not to break had let me down this time. I’d broken, or melted was a more accurate description.

  I inhaled deeply and the smell of his soap made me feel warm all over. If I could climb into his skin and just be with him every moment, I’d be happy. That would be the ultimate joy. And admitting that to myself made me sound like a crazy ass person who should be admitted. What was wrong with me? I was thinking insane things and I had to face the fact this man was going to leave me. This wasn’t a fairy tale. I wasn’t going to win the man. He wasn’t open to being won. He was passing the time. If I was smarter, I would have found a way to protect my heart before this had happened.

  Distancing myself now was impossible. The idea took my breath away. I never wanted to be away from him again. I’d let a man become the center of my world. How? I opened my eyes and looked at him again. His long blonde lashes and straight nose. The dark blonde curls from his hair resting against his cheek. He was a man, but he was also achingly beautiful. I didn’t understand how a woman could not want him forever.

  Lila Kate and even my own sister-in-law seemed like fools to me now. I hadn’t known Eli when both of them hadn’t returned his love. My mother would say that the heart sees the one it was meant to love differently than any other. That couldn’t be what was happening here because this was a one-sided love. My loving Eli didn’t guarantee he’d ever feel the same for me.

  Jealousy began to slowly take hold when I thought of how Lila Kate had talked about Eli’s deep love for Bliss. How he’d never get over her. How he’d loved her his whole life. Was I really going to lie here and hate the woman that made my brother happy because of Eli? I was going mental. Did love make you go mental? Was it possible that Eli was the one my heart was supposed to love and that in time he’d feel the same way? My chest felt lighter at that possibility.

  I had to talk to someone. I needed guidance and help understanding this and what I was feeling. It scared me. I wanted to kiss him until he woke up and we were joined again. Making love. I wanted to tell him I loved him . . . and then he’d most likely leave and never come back. That would send him running just like those words had sent me running from men in the past.

  Karma . . . this could be karma. Had it finally decided I needed a swift kick in the ass? I muffled a groan in my pillow.

  Crazy. I was going crazy. Or was this normal? Is this why men said women were crazy? Did love make women crazy? There was a song about it . . .”Beautiful Crazy” or something like that. Which a man had written so there was hope I could be loved back even with all this craziness I was feeling.

  Eli sighed in his sleep and shifted then rolled over onto his back. He moved his arm from around me and laid it over his head to rest on the pillow. The blanket fell down enough so that now I was given the glorious view of his tattooed chest and neck. I wanted to kiss it all. Ask him about each one. Find out what they meant.

  My enjoyment instantly vanished as the question hit me . . . was one of the tattoos for Bliss? The girl who had been given his heart and didn’t want it? I felt sick. An all over sick. I hated that idea. I wanted to erase it from my head. Why was I torturing myself like this? There was no reason for it. I had to get a grip.

  I knew who I could talk to. The person who would have the answers. She would be able to tell me if I needed to seek professional help. The one woman I knew loved a man with every fiber of her being and had my entire life and before my birth.

  My momma. She knew all about love. Finding the one your heart belongs to. Often, I saw married women unhappy or look at their husbands with distaste. I saw their eyes wander to see the grass on the other side of the fence. But never once had I seen my momma do that. When she looked at my dad, it was such a pure look of love and respect it gave me hope in happily ever after.

  Their love wasn’t one-sided. I wasn’t sure if it had ever been. What I did know was my dad adored the ground my mother walked on and there was no equal to her. Even growing up, we knew our father loved us, he would die for us, we were his children and we never questioned his devotion. However, he also made it clear that our mother was his one. His other half. Once Phoenix had been angry at Momma and claimed to hate her. She often said hurtful things around the ages of fourteen to seventeen.

  Dad had moved quickly. One minute we’d all been sitting around the kitchen table while Phoenix and Momma had a heated argument about one of the bad decisions my sister had made. Then my dad was in her face, taking her arm and standing her up from the seat. Although I wasn’t scared for her because Dad had never once laid a hand on us, I was startled by his reaction. His words still rang clear in my memory.

  “That woman is your mother, she carried you, gave birth to you, loved you from the moment she knew of your existence, lost sleep caring for you, and would die for you if asked. But not only that, she is mine. She is what completes me. And I won’t allow ANYONE to speak to her that way. Including our children. Because without her, there would be no you. Do I make myself clear?”

  Those words had sunk in deep and stayed there not only in Phoenix but all of us.

  Love was defined by those words my fat
her said to her that day. It was how I measured every relationship I’d ever had. None coming close. As thankful and blessed as I knew we were to have parents that loved like they did, in time I had told myself it was impossible to find.

  Until now, I was so consumed by these feelings that had broken free inside me for Eli. Only my mother would understand. Maybe she’d be able to help me make him feel the same way. I didn’t think it worked like that, but I had to hope there was a way to keep him. I pressed my lips to his arm and let my eyes close again. I didn’t focus on the worries of loving a man I could lose. Instead, I thought of all the moments today that made me smile and let that happiness go with me into the peacefulness of sleep.

  JUNE 13 / 12:06 PM

  Eli Hardy

  THE SOUNDS OF little girl voices faded. I glanced up from my laptop to see it was noon. Ophelia had said she would have a two-hour break from twelve to two. I should have driven back to Sea Breeze this morning. I needed to get settled in my apartment, find a job, and decided on going back to Atlanta to get my things or just calling and seeing if Grate would ship me what I had left with him. I was almost positive the club I had worked at would mail me the paycheck they still had of mine.

  I’d woken to find Ophelia curled up asleep at my side with her arms wrapped around mine as if she was trying to get close to me even in her sleep. I’d decided one more day wouldn’t hurt. I didn’t want to face reality when I had this here. I didn’t want to go back to Atlanta now that I knew how being near Ophelia made me feel alive again.

  The freedom from darkness that being with Ophelia provided, getting to see her smile, listen to her laugh, just fucking getting to be in her presence was a cure to the emptiness. It was like the universe was telling me I’d lived through hell and she was my reward. That idea made me feel guilty. I had shoved it away. Ophelia was beauty and for a moment I was getting to experience it. She had some power to weave that beauty around everything around her.