My first attempt at writing ELit, based on a memory from a decade ago. After some urging from a friend, I finally decided to cave and post it. I hope you all enjoy it as much as I did!
The sign pointed to baggage claim, but it failed to mention what else he knew he’d find there. What felt like a lifetime of waiting, and he finally was just moments away. . Maybe it was the crowd of people surging out behind him, maybe it was the anticipation of what came next. Whichever it was, it drove him forward, both giddy and nervous with excitement. His steps quickened to match a pulse unchecked, and the convenience of escalators and moving walkways almost seemed like traps designed to slowly steal away precious moments.
The horde of people swarmed around him, blundering about in their own way, unaware of a need so primal that the boy didn’t understand it himself. Love? Lust? He couldn’t even ask the questions, all he could do was move forward. Forward, down, around and around, navigating a maze that felt more like a punishment than it was public transit. He took the final stairs, and found himself right where he was meant to be.
*I’m in the baggage area.* He texted quickly.
*So am I, By Carousel B. <3.* Came a reply (and a smile) all to quick. He continued to maneuver through the faceless ocean of people, knowing that at any minute-
The crowd parted
And there she was.
Brown hair curled down past a face that had a smile people would die for. A thousand ships were launched for Helen of Troy, this one could launch a million. Freckles like grains of sand before the radiant blue ocean that was her eyes. His knees grew week just from the thought of braving those waters. Time stood still, and so did he, paralyzed by the thought that this girl, who had been in love with him for a lifetime, was here to be in his arms.
She continued walking towards him, everything else fading from sight as he was memorized by the way her button-down flowery sundress twirled about her in grace. He counted the steps like moments of eternity, and once she was in his arms, the need for moments ceased to be. After the briefest forever, they finally pulled back enough to speak. The first words out of her mouth were love. The second, lust. “I remembered. They’re off.”
He remembered too, and as she cradled his arm tightly all the way to the shuttle, there was no chance of him forgetting. Every bump caused her to brush further against him, filling him with an eagerness that almost left his luggage in the vehicle as he whisked her away to the hotel. The front desk, the hall, the locks. They were all a blur. The door was opened. As soon as the luggage was out of her hand, and maybe even before, he had her in his arms.
Lips against lips against necks against the wall. Skin against skin, racing to touch and explore. Hands found their way up backs and under clothes, claiming and conquering territory desperate to map out all there was to know. A breathy sigh between kisses, and a hand between legs. She slid her leg up against him, simultaneously pulling him closer, and opening the way for his fingers to explore the rest of her.
“I told you I remembered” she whispered into his ear when he finally touched her. Fingertips rubbed back and forth, edging themselves slightly further with each gentle pass. A tiny tremble shook through her when they finally fully pressed against her. Tender gasps that barely bit back sounds sung to the rhythm of his strokes, a song of desire quickly approaching the chorus.
His fingers made their way inside her, ever eager to know her more intimately. Gasps became moans, and her lips struggled to maintain kisses in the face of such a distraction. She melted into his arms, barely able to stand of her own volition. When it became too much, a few words caught on hitched breaths.
“Please… Make love to me.” And he would, in time. But this was a night to remember. He smiled deviously as he snaked his free arm around her back to pull her yet closer, while the other hand rose to lift her further up the wall. She must have felt him rising up to meet her, as she eagerly wrapped her legs and arms around him as he pulled away from the wall. In one sweeping motion, he deposited her onto the bed.
He slid on top of her, straddling her body as he drank in her kisses once more. Hands that moved to caress his body only found themselves quickly pinned to the bed, and stretched beyond her head under the comfort of pillows. He trailed kisses down the length of her body. Lips to cheek, cheek to ear. He let out a warm breath of air as he nibbled her ear lobe, and felt her shudder and squirm as she melted underneath him.
The neck was next, nipped and nuzzled until his lips scouted the ridges of her collarbone. He moved down further, and began to unbutton her dress. A kiss of skin, an unfastened button. Lips to flesh, another unclasped. Warmth and flushed skin, one more undone.
The trail of kisses made its way slowly across her chest, earning delicate gasps, and fingers that weaved into his hair; begging, encouraging. His attention wandered down her belly, until the trail of buttons was blocked by a lacy belt. He gently nipped at it, which earned him a pleading “you can untie it.” He had better ideas though.
He crawled down the length of the bed, and removed her socks and shoes. Dainty pink toes curled away as he slowly caressed them with his cheek and lips. He slowly journeyed up her calves and thighs with the same deliberate and methodical attention he’d given the rest of her.
There was something wild and exciting for him about sliding his head inside her dress. The kisses against her skin grew more frequent and intense the further he got, until at last her thighs had been attended to, and his lips first grazed her mound. Her impatience got the best of her, and she immediately arched herself upward, pushing his lips harder against her. If his cup wasn’t already overfilled with desire, that act promised he’d never need to drink from it again.
His tongue traced the trails left by his fingers long ago, tasting the efforts of a job well done. Shudders and moans only encouraged his tongue to become more creative with its dances, quickly leading to her desire dripping down his chin. Her thighs pressed in tightly against the sides of his head, as her moaning grew more erratic and frequent. At last the tiniest little earthquake shook the length of her body, fracturing the last of his self control. His mouth never left her as she climaxed against him. He continued to send aftershocks of pleasure through her, as his hands maneuvered to untie the sash that held her dress on.
It was his turn to get his hands pinned down, as she stopped them the moment he tried. She tugged at him, persuading him to climb back on top of her. To his surprise, the moment he made a move, she pulled his arm out from underneath him with surprising strength. As he tumbled over, she climbed on top of him herself, and attacked his face ferociously with kisses. She could feel him underneath her. As much as she wanted him inside of her, turnabout was fair play. She rocked side to side, forward and backward, teasing him with pressure – letting it build up. His eyes rolled back in his head, and his lips pursed tightly until the faintest of “mmmmms” escaped them. With that her self control was lost, and her need of him washed over her like an addiction.
Pants and boxers were unbuttoned and shed, his shirt quickly pulled over his head. His body may have been average, but it was a palace devoted to her. It ached to be hers. She straddled over him, dress still half undone. She took him in her hands and guided him to where they both wanted, no, needed him to be. She looked him directly in the eyes as she drew him inside, and then pressed against him with all her strength, desperate to feel all of him.
“Oh God!” she blurted in sheer reflex, earning only moans and jagged breaths from him. Cautiously she let herself rise again, only to fall back into place just as slowly. It felt like a delicacy that needed to be enjoyed, but hunger ultimately prevailed, and the gaps between shortened until eventually no gaps remained.
With her dress undone his hands found their way to her chest, fondling them with squeezes in rhythm with each bounce. Every stroke across her nipples only left her wanting more contact, as if having him deep inside her wasn’t already enough. In a burst of ingenuity, she leaned forward and pressed against him so that each rock forward dragged her breasts against his naked chest.
She continued on faster, which only made him moan and sigh all the more – which in turn made her more vocal, and insistent on upping the pace. It was a cycle that lasted until she felt her insides begin to tighten, and a heat rise up from deep within her. It washed over her body, flooding out her senses, leaving only the building tension as a raft to hold on to.
And then she felt it, the movement inside her as he climaxed and shuddered. Spasm after spasm made waves inside of her that threatened to overtake the dam. But coupled with sounds so rooted in sublime nothingness they were indescribable, it was all it took to push her over the edge.
The dam broke, and all the tension, all the warmth flooded out of her in one giant wave. Her arms gave way under the assault of the tremors erupting across her body, and she collapsed on top of him in a breathless, euphoric mess. Even moments later she continued to shake, still reeling from the wave.
“That was amazing” she barely managed.
“For me too” He answered when he caught his breath. “I love you.”
She rested his head on his chest and whispered “I love you too.” before slowly drifting off to sleep.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/7z6ns9/a_trip_to_remember_mf