EroticReverie

Elliot

Once we get to the hotel , I run a hot bath for Jessa.

My sister was assaulted when we were younger , by a family member nonetheless, and I remember her saying how dirty she’d felt afterward . How as soon as it was over the only thing that would somewhat calm her was to wash him off her. So that’s all I knew to do.

I felt awful, because this was my fault. I knew the danger that laid in anyone finding us out. Because of me, we were caught by Grand, and because of me , he’d tried to fucking rape her. My Jessa. My fucking girl. Her tears broke my heart , and I wanted to make the bastard pay for laying a single fucking finger on her.

As the bathtub filled up , I walked back out to the bedroom where Jessa laid on the bed , curled up , crying again.

“Baby” I said softly and walked over to the bed and laid down with her , pulling her close, and pulling her tight to me. She was mine, and I hated that I’d let that fucking asshole get to her.

“I’m fine” she said, her voice cracking.

“Let’s get you into the bath tub, you’ll feel better , okay?” I asked quietly , stroking her hair and she nodded.

We sat up and I pulled her gently to the edge of the bed scooping her up in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck as I carried her the short distance into the bathroom and set her down carefully on the floor.

“Elliot” she said , her voice was quiet, still shaken.

“Yeah?” I asked lifting a hand to her cheek, I’d noticed the hand print on her face , the pink color of his hand on her cheek. But she didn’t want to talk about exactly what he did or said yet. So I didn’t push. But he’d definitely get more than a broken fucking nose from me.

She looked up at me, her too pretty eyes filled with tears that made me want to cry with her.

She blinked a few times.

“You don’t have to say anything...” she says as she looks down to her hands placed on my chest as I wrap my arms around her , pulling her to me protectively.

“But..” she stares at my chest still and lift her eyes to mine.

“I know we said this was just sex. I know you won’t leave Rebecca” he voice cracks again and her tears fall as she looks down.

I hush her gently. “Don’t make yourself cry , don’t think about any of that right now” I whisper.

My heart stops when she looks up at me.

“I love you.” She says, her voice barely audible but I heard it clear as day.

I blink , and not because I don’t feel the same fucking way , but because I honestly never expected her to say it.

“You don’t have t-“

“I love you too” I say cutting her off.

My hands go to her gorgeous face , the only face I can ever fucking think about. The face that makes my day every time I fucking see it. The face that scowls at me, and rolls it’s eyes at me, smiles at me, the face that stares at me with such fucking passion when she’s underneath me.

“I love you Jessa” I say, reassuring her, letting her know I’m not just saying it because she did.

More tears fall as she smiles slightly.

“But we’re not supposed to. We can’t” she says and looks down , but I tilt her head up slightly until she looks at me again.

“It doesn’t matter what we said. It doesn’t fucking matter. Because I do love you. I love you so much it drives me fucking mad.” I say in whisper.

“I tried not to” she admits shaking her head slightly.

“I did too” I confess as she looks at me.

“I hate this.” She cries and my heart breaks again, because I hate it too. It’s messy. It’s enough to fuck up my whole life and possibly even lose my job.

“I do too baby” I say, and kiss her.

She cries still as I kiss her again, and again, because it’s all I can do. I refuse to make promises I can’t keep. Because maybe I’m a terrible man for it , but I’m too much of a god damn pussy to chance my current life , for the one I want with her. My wife is a good woman, a good wife. A great mother. She doesn’t deserve this. She doesn’t deserve my betrayal , and Jessa doesn’t deserve to hurt like this. No matter the fact she knew I was married

“You should go.” She says and I take a step back my lips leaving hers as she pulls back slightly. I just look at her.

“I want to stay.” I tell her.

“If you stay...” she says and I can almost hear her heart squeezing in her chest. “If you hold me...if you fall asleep with me...and wake up with me in the morning ...it’ll be even harder” she says.

“I want nothing more than you to stay with me Elliot...but if you do...it will kill me not to have it every night...and I know you can’t give that to me. I get it. I do. This went where neither of us thought it would. But. I love you. And....it fucking hurts like hell when you leave me at night.” She says and I let out a breath and swallow hard.

“If I could”

“I know” she says cutting me off. “But you can’t. You don’t want to. Not really.” She says and holds up a hand to cut me off. “I’m not trying to start an argument Elliot, I’m just stating what the facts are ...what this is”

I sigh slightly.

“I don’t doubt that you love me. I don’t doubt that you do want to stay,,, but not really...otherwise you would. I get that staying with me has risk. And consequences and would turn your world upside down , because she’d find out....but I don’t know if I can keep doing this...I know what I want. And you’re not going to give it to me. You might dream about it, fantasize about it...but I’m not enough. I’m not the life you’ve had all these years, I understand not wanting to throw away what you’ve built.” She says and god damn she’s not stopping. And I don’t try to get in a word until she’s done.

“This isn’t a good idea anymore. It never was.” She says.

“I won’t give you up Jessa , I can’t” I say reaching for her again. Pulling her to me , sliding my hands up into her hair. And maybe I’m not being fair , but I can’t let her go. I can’t let her end this. She can’t leave me.

“Elliot” she says and I shake my head.

“No” I say and force my mouth to hers, stealing her kiss and she grabs at my shirt , clutching to me as I kiss her with all the passion inside me.

“I love you” I tell her against her lips. “ I love you more than anything” I say kissing her hard as her resolve breaks and she kisses me back , hands sliding up to my neck and our tongue finding each other.

Jessa

I don’t want to end things with Elliot. But I was a fool, I fell for a taken man, and as much I want him to, I’d never expect him to leave his wife , or explain to his sons how he’s divorcing their mother to date someone their own age.

I want his hands on me forever , his mouth on mine, on my body. I want every part of him.

His hands slip from hair and he looks to the tub , and then quickly leans over shutting it off because it’s a little over half way full.

“Take a bath with me” he says and I let out a shaky breath. But he’s already gliding his hands up my arms to my straps of my dress. He leans in , kissing me and then down my neck, down my chest as I let out heavy breaths feeling his mouth go down between my breasts as he lowers himself to the floor and kisses my stomach. His hands are holding my thighs gently as he just kisses over my stomach through the saying , then let’s out a breath as he puts his forehead to my stomach , his hands sliding down the side of my dress to the hem.

“I love you so much Jessa” he murmurs and pushes up my dress looking at me.

“So much” he repeats as his hands lift the dress to my hips and gently pushes my hips back , and I lean back on the sink counter with my hands on it , as Elliot starts to kiss my hip, and his tongue drags over my skin and kisses across my lower belly , then down, and down.

My breath shakes in anticipation. His mouth making me need him even more.

“I love you” he whispers against my cunt and then kisses my lips and let’s his tongue slide between them.

I groan , my head going back. Because fuck. Elliot is giving slow , lazy licks up over my clit and I spread my legs a little farther as I whimper.

No. I can’t give this up. Fuck. I know I need to. But I can’t.

Looking down at him , the way his hands slides up and down my outer thighs as he licks my clit makes me melt. The way he looks up as his tongue starts to glide harder over my clit and faster, the speed of my breathe increasing. He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“I love you” I breathe out and he groans quietly as he then starts to suck on my clit and I let out a tiny squeal of pleasure.”

“Elliot” I moan out his name.

“Yesss” I hiss quietly as he tongue moves again and I feel his one hand slip between my legs and his middle finger push slowly into me.

I let out a louder moan, feeling the relief in my aching cunt to have his finger inside it.

“Oh god” I moan , closing my eyes and leaning my head panting up at the ceiling. “I fucking love you” I whine as a second finger slides in and shudder and curse.

“I love you” I whine again. “Elliot”

“I love you too baby” he says and then sucks my clit harder and fingers me faster. Nothing is on my mind now. Not when he has me like this , has me so close to cumming.

I love when Elliot and I talk dirty during sex. It’s fun and we both get off on it. But I know a big reason we do it is because of this. The fucking way my heart is fucking pounding and swelling for this man as he just licks my pussy and fingers me, bringing me to edge Without a single filthy word. Because it’s more than just sex when it’s like this. So much more.

“Elliot. Please.” I whimper. “I need you, right now” I moan.

He must know how badly I need him inside me right now, because he doesn’t taunt me or tease me like we normally would do to one another, instead he stands and undoes his pants , sliding them down with his briefs and his perfect cock is hard as hell and he grabs it, stroking it as he steps forward , lining himself up.

He doesn’t make me beg, he doesn’t tease. Elliot fills me, for what feels like the first time as he looks at me.

I’m so gone. So fucking in love with a man who isn’t mine to love.