Eliza Sharp's First Time (Eliza Sharp #4) (Patreon)

One month.

How could one month feel so short and yet feel like a lifetime? Eliza wanted more of those lifetimes. Thousands of them. Millions.

And yet, it had also dragged. Not because she wasn’t happy or having fun or falling deeper and deeper in love with Cody. But because he was so damn shy! God, they’d been friends for so long, surely they didn’t need to wait so long to get intimate. Kissing him was bliss, but fuck she wanted him to touch her! Touch her breasts. Her skin. To kiss all the sensitive places she wanted to tell him about and let him discover. She wanted him to touch her pussy! Her ass! Everything!

But poor, shy, and self-conscious Cody Sharp was being a gentleman. A perfect man. Treating her like she was a queen. Someone who was to be treated with the utmost respect. Not to be taken advantage of.

Sometimes his manners made her want to scream, “Fucking take me, Cody! Use me! I’ll do anything you want!”

She settled back in her seat with a sigh, watching the obscured lights outside the car window. Trails of rain blurred the world outside and cocooned her and Cody together. This was by far the nicest date Cody had taken her on. An upscale sushi restaurant downtown. It was the sort of restaurant that required heels and a suit jacket. And to his credit, Cody had dressed up for the occasion. A suit, dark blue, almost black. Hair brushed back, though it still had that messy quality that he could never get rid of, which was just fine with Eliza because she loved tangling her fingers in it.

Of course, Eliza was dressed to the nines. A slick purple dress hanging off one shoulder. It went to mid-thigh and flashed just the slightest bit of the top of her thigh highs—dark black, silky smooth like oil. Dark purple heels made her even taller than she already was in comparison to Cody. Hair pulled back into a messy bun, but the sort of messy that took half an hour to accomplish. Make up subtle, but enough to make her eyes pop, her cheeks blush, and lips glisten. It was sexy but modest, though she was flashing an acceptable amount of cleavage.

The dinner was quiet. Soft conversations about work and other odd topics. He’d made her laugh, which drew glances from the other patrons in the restaurant who were clearly wondering how a boy like Cody had hooked a woman like Eliza. No doubt some of them thought she was hired company. But she didn’t care. She knew the truth. Cody was more than worthy of her. If anything, she felt like she wasn’t worthy of him.

They drank sake. Held hands across the table. Fed each other pieces of sushi, or tried to. Cody barely had a grasp on how to use the chopsticks, so on his first attempt to feed her, he dropped the tuna roll into her cleavage.

Eliza was never one to miss an opportunity, so while Cody fumbled and blushed and apologized, Eliza picked up the fallen sushi—eyes smoky and sultry—opened her mouth, tongue lulling out, and placed the piece into her mouth. It was a sexy little display that made Cody drop his chopsticks and nearly knock over his water. God, she loved flustering him. It was too easy, but always a joy.

Now they were headed back to his place. Not an uncommon ending to their nights. She’d been over to his apartment multiple times before they were dating, and a few since they’d started. They would usually end with a nightcap or some coffee, cuddle on the couch, and watch a movie or a TV show. She’d slept in his bed with him, very innocently and no hanky-panky—though she would have been more than willing to let Cody’s hands wander wherever they liked.

Tonight felt different. The tension in the car was palpable. Thick. Eliza had felt it all night. From the moment Cody had picked her up and needed her help to open the passenger side door because he couldn’t seem to figure out how a handle worked, to every moment sitting quietly with him in the car before and after the restaurant. Clearly, something was on his mind. Something was on Eliza’s mind too. It’d been on her mind even before they’d started dating. Since that first moment when she’d realized she was in love with him.

It was on a retreat. What they called their brief excursions to get out of town together. They booked an Airbnb on the lake. It was on the tail end of fall, still chilly in the mornings but warm in the afternoon. Eliza could still remember being curled up in one of the deck chairs in an oversized sweater, pink tights, a mug of coffee in hand that Cody had just handed to her. The peace of sitting next to him as they looked out on the lake.

Then, later in the day, donning her bikini—a shiny, aqua colored suit that was a bit too tight. She’d chosen it on purpose. In her profession, she was used to being looked at. At having her skin ‌ exposed and eyes wandering and lingering. But for the first time in her life—maybe that was a stretch, but it felt like it—she wanted to be ogled. She wanted Cody’s eyes all over her. So she tied her suit bottoms and top just tight enough to show the hints of her mons and her nipples.

Stepping out onto the porch, towel over her arm and sunglasses covering her eyes, she saw Cody’s eyes widen to the size of saucers. And… the telltale tenting in his swim trunks. Poor guy turned away from her, trying to cover his embarrassment and hurried down to the water, babbling excuses about wanting to enjoy the water as much as possible.

Swimming only made her suit tighter and ‌Cody’s blush brighter. It was so fun to tease him. At that point, she knew she had feelings for him that were more than just friendly. But it was that one moment…they were walking up the beach from the water. The sun was setting. Cody was dripping, hair plastered to his head and his soft stomach with its sprinkling of light hair along his chest shining. The setting oranges and yellows and burning reds of twilight hit him as he turned to her with his goofy grin and bright eyes. She saw him. Like his soul was exposed in that brief moment and her heart twisted and thumped and screamed. This man in front of her was the man she wanted.

After that day, she tried dropping hint after hint for him to ask her out on a proper date. But as smart as Cody was, he was pretty dense. Eliza had to take charge and practically bully him into finally asking her.

Now, a month after that first date, here they were. More comfortable. Their lips knew each other. Tongues had tangled. And yes, Cody had grabbed her ass a few times with a little encouragement. But Eliza wanted more. So much more.

They slowed to a halt at a stoplight, windshield wipers squeaking softly in the silence along with the pitter-patter of the rain on the roof. Cody looked like he was going to choke, pulling at his tie to loosen it and unbuttoning the top button of his shirt to help breathe.

Eliza reached over and helped to loosen his tie. “Doing okay? Too much sake?” She asked with a smile, hand lingering on his collar before sliding down along his arm and taking his hand.

“Wh…um…no, I… I’m fine. Just not used to ties. I think the last time I wore one was at my college graduation.” He chuckled.

“Bet you were handsome.” She smiled and squeezed his hand, pulling it over so it rested on her thigh. A bit too high to be considered friendly.

Cody’s eyes darted to their hands and then back to the road. “I was goofy.” He muttered.

“See. Handsome. Your goofy is plenty good-looking to me.” She chuckled and slid his hand a bit higher on her thigh.

His breath caught at the feeling of warm skin under buttery smooth stockings.

She watched him intently as he started the car moving again, carefully navigating through the traffic. All the while, Eliza kept his hand firmly pressed against her thigh and every few moments slid it higher. Pushing it past the lace tops of her stockings. Venturing under her dress. She kept her eyes on him as she did, seeing his flushed cheeks and darting eyes. The struggle to keep his eyes on the road and also look at her and experience whatever it was that she was inching him towards.

His breathing was shallow, tight. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed nervously.

Eliza guided his hand up under her skirt, the last few inches it took to find the junction between her thighs. She’d worn her sexiest pair of underwear, and that was saying something considering how large ‌a collection she had. Often lingerie shoots would allow her to take home some things she modeled, so she had built up a great many choices.

The pad of Cody’s finger pressed against the silky gusset of her panties, and she let out a groan. Cody would later tell her it was the most erotic sound he’d ever heard up to that point in his life. His touch was firm but soft. Her pussy was warm, damp under her panties from a night sitting across from the man she had undeniable feelings for.

“Eliza…” he breathed.

“Cody…” she answered, capturing his gaze. “Just touch me.” It was a desperate whisper, and it was impossible to deny.

His eyes were torn between watching the rain-slicked road and where his hand had disappeared under her skirt. He moved his finger, tracing the center of her panties, the valley of her sex burning with the shallow feeling of the silk being pressed to her bare skin. Eliza let her breath hitch, sucking in sharply when his finger traced her clit, whimpering when it trailed away and down, down, down.

“Oh…” she whispered, guiding his hand, allowing him to explore her. If he wanted to do this for hours, she’d let him. Learning every rise and fall. Every contour of her sex over her panties and under. God, she wanted him. Wanted him to know every single little wrinkle and bump.

Cody was panting as he drove. “Eliza…” He whispered again, unable to get past saying her name.

“Oh…ohhhh please, Cody.” She whimpered deeper.

Another finger joined the first, then another. His palm pressed against her and she leaned back in the seat, legs opening wider. “Oh, my fucking god.” She gasped as he rubbed the fullness of her vagina.

Time slipped by, and all too soon they were parked in front of Cody’s apartment building. He leaned over and kissed her, hand still under her skirt and rubbing her panties as their tongues swirled and danced.

“Cody,” she hissed, biting his lip. “I want you.”

“I…Are you sure…” He fumbled with her seatbelt and his.

“I love that you’re a gentleman, honey. But sometimes you just need to take what’s being offered.” She took his face in her hands. “You’re my best friend. I trust you. Believe me when I tell you I want this. I want you.”

His eyes dove deep into hers. She could feel his insecurity. They’d been dealing with it their entire friendship. She was a model. He was a bookseller, working on getting a job in publishing. The cliches of a nerdy bookish man and a hot sexy lingerie model. The world they lived in just didn’t want to put them together in a picture. But she didn’t care. Fuck that. Fuck those people who thought she and Cody didn’t belong together. She wanted him. And if he wanted her too, that’s all that mattered.

They stumbled from the car, making their way to his apartment while every few steps kissing and touching, inhibitions quickly crumbling. By the time they reached his door, Eliza was practically trying to rip Cody’s shirt off, popping a couple of buttons off, exposing his chest. The door closed behind them and in a show of surprising dominance and power, Eliza pushed Cody against it, grabbed the open collar of his shirt and leaned in, kissing him hard on the mouth, thrusting her tongue into his mouth wanting to taste every inch of him.

To her delight, Cody’s hands went to her ass and gripped it hard, nails digging in. He pulled up her skirt, exposing the thong back of her panties. A finger trailed between her ass cheeks, along the satin material and over her asshole, making her shiver and groan into his mouth.

When their lips parted so they could breathe, Cody let out one of the most raw and truthful statements Eliza had ever heard. “I want to see you. Can I see you?”

She pulled back, hands still skillfully unbuttoning his shirt. “You’ve seen my portfolio, that not enough skin for you?” She teased, pulling his shirt out from his pants and thrusting it open and off, finally exposing his whole chest. It had a light sprinkling of hair, mostly soft, just the hint of abs. Her hands trailed over him, nails scratching lightly until she reached his belt and began undoing it.

“I…I want to see everything.” He muttered nervously, watching as she pulled his belt off and tossed it aside.

Her eyes met his. “Cody…” Hand’s halting their eager desire to unbutton his pants, Eliza took a step back and slipped the dress off her shoulder and began shimmying it down. Her breasts bounced into view, a small bralette barely covering the fullness of his tits. She pushed the dress down over her hips, and her panties came into view. They were silk and sheer, skin tight and already dark along the front from her arousal and Cody’s touch in the car. “You can see anything you want.” She whispered, stepping out of her dress, heels still on. Stockings held up by her purple garter belt cinched around her waist.

He stared. The fullness of her mons was visible through the thin material of her panties. Just barely a millimeter of material separating his eyes from the rawness of Eliza’s body.

“I…” He swallowed, staring. Eyes moving up and down, unsure where to land.

“Don’t be embarrassed.” She whispered, coming close again, hands going to his slacks. The button came loose, the zipper’s metallic click like the bars of a prison cell opening to freedom. “Anything, Cody. Ask anything. You want me to bend over and show you my asshole? My pussy from behind? I’ll let you see. On my back and legs behind my head…” She laughed at his sudden surprised expression. “Yeah, I’m flexible. Not that big ‌a secret, but I guess there are always things to learn about each other.” Her hand slipped into his pants, feeling the solid length of his cock pushing against his boxers.

“I…you’d… let me see…”

She shook her head, chuckling, hand gripping his length and moaning at the feel. “Anything, Cody. Anything. Any way. I’m yours. I want to be yours.” Her eyes shimmered with tears that threatened to spill. “I… I love you…”

The room froze. The rustling of their clothes and deep, panting breaths went silent. Cody stared into Eliza’s eyes, seeing the glisten of vulnerable tears.

“You… really?” It was a gasp of awe. His hands cupped her cheeks, and she shut her eyes, pressing into his palms.

“Yes. God, yes. For so long now.” Tears slipped down her cheeks. Her hand gripped his erection through his boxers, unwilling to let go.

Cody’s lips touched her cheeks, kissing away the tears. “I love you, too. Fuck Eliza, I’ve loved you since that first day I saw you. Beautiful and smart. Funny. Confident. Everything about you just… took root inside me. I felt like a stupid, lovesick puppy.”

Eliza lunged forward, kissing him hard, hand squeezing his manhood. “My puppy.” She breathed. “Mine. My best friend. My boyfriend. My…” She hesitated and met his gaze again. “Lover?” She didn’t want it to be a question, but she couldn’t help the rise in her voice.

The look in Cody’s eyes sent a shiver of primal fright through Eliza as she realized how vulnerable she was. How exposed and raw she had made herself. Cody grabbed her by the hips and with surprising strength he lifted her, pulling her legs so she wrapped them around his waist. Her laughter made the fear vanish, and when Cody pressed his lips hard against hers, she melted into him.

They stumbled the short distance to his room and fell into bed. Eliza hurriedly pushed his pants down, then his boxers, and with eager delight finally saw him. All of him. He wasn’t the largest she’d ever seen or had. But the length of him, how it was so rigid and pulsing all for her, made it the most beautiful penis she’d ever seen or ever wanted to see. Some part of Eliza knew how utterly head over heels she was for Cody, how it felt like being a little girl again and having a blushing crush on the cute boy at school. It felt real and simple.

She took him in her hand and started stroking, watching the skin stretch and strain. HIs balls sway. Fuck, he was beautiful.

Cody groaned, watching as she used her hand on him, trying to hold himself back. Eliza could feel the swell in him, how his cock thickened and grew even harder with the need to ejaculate. She smiled. She was the one making him so excited, and he still hadn’t seen her completely naked yet! Would he explode the second he saw her bald cunt?

Pushing up onto the bed, Eliza pulled down her bra, exposing her breasts fully. Cody’s groan made her nipples painfully hard. Next she looked straight into his eyes, hooked her thumbs into her panties and pulled them down, spreading her legs wide so he could see it all. She wanted him to see every little inch.

“Holy fuck.” He muttered, and thick beads of pre-cum dripped from his tip, falling down onto the dark blue bedsheets, leaving a sticky white stain.

Eliza watched that slow, glistening drip like it was the drip of water tempting someone dying of thirst. She reached between her legs and spread herself, pulling her lips open to expose her wet pink to the man she loved more than she had ever hoped was possible, “Do you want me?” Her whisper was husky.

His cock bounced with his thundering pulse. “I…fuck I…”

She reached out, fingers trailing along his cockhead, letting the thick pre-cum stick to her fingers. Bringing them back to her lips, she licked and sucked her fingers clean. “Take me, Cody. Please. I want you inside me.”

He was nodding like a bobblehead and started looking around for his pants. It didn’t take Eliza long to realize he was hunting for a condom.

“Raw, Cody!” She reached out and grabbed his hand, pulling him to her before he could climb off the bed and start hunting for that elusive condom that so many men kept stashed in their pockets. “I want all of you. I’m safe. It’s safe. I don’t want anything between us.”

His face was on fire. Eyes wide as he came to hover above her, hands on either side of her shoulders as she put her arms around his neck.

“Are you sure?” he breathed. Such a gentleman.

“I want you inside me, Cody. All of you.” Her legs wrapped around his waist and his tip finally touched the smoothness of her sex. She let out a deep gasp, like she’d touched a hot stove but loved the pain.

He didn’t need any more encouragement, thankfully. Looking down between them, Cody guided his cock to her slit. Rubbing up and down gently, peeling her lips apart until his tip settled into the opening of her tunnel.

“Yes!” she gasped.

With a groan so deep they both felt it in their bones, Cody pushed his hips forward. His head slipped inside. Her walls stretched and as wet and ready as she was, the sudden invasion made her whimper. It’d been almost two years since she’d had sex, and the feel of Cody’s member stretching the muscles of her pussy was intense. But it was more than just the physical feeling, it was the fact that it was him. It was her best friend. He was inside her. Fully a part of her. Sliding deeper, slow and steady, reading her body like he knew it perfectly. Moving deep, then pulling back. Her lips gripping, rubbing and clenching around his shaft, not wanting him to leave.

“Oh…oh god, Cody!” she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks as her nails dug into his back.

“Fu…fuck…mmmm… Eliza…oh fucking god I love you.” He gasped, clearly trying hard not to lose control.

But she wanted him to lose control. She kissed his neck, sucking on it, leaving a mark that wouldn’t fade for days. “I want you.” She gasped. “Please, Cody. All of you.”

He thrust and finally was all in. Completely. Her lips were sealed around his base and his balls were pressed to her ass. She arched into him, breasts smashed to his chest, nipples rubbing and chafing against his sweaty skin.

“Ohhhhhhhh god….” She whimpered and her walls squeezed.

“I…fuck…Eliza if you…I’m gonna…” He was panting, holding her tight.

“Do it!” She gasped. Their eyes were on each other as she felt him moving unconsciously even as he tried to keep rigid control. “In me. It’s okay. I want it. Cody please don’t hold back!” His hips started moving faster. Thrusting inside her. The soft smack of him against her. Balls slapping her ass. “Yes! Yes!” she was panting, feeling her own pleasure washing over her in a new way. Usually orgasms were big bursts for her, but this was different, like a slow, relentless tide that simply came in and washed away her consciousness.

“Uh! Uhhh…fuck…fuck Eliza I’m…” She felt him break out in goosebumps. Hair standing on end, rubbing against her. Nipples hard. Muscles straining and becoming rigid. She dug her nails into his back, pressing him against herself.

“Do it! Oh, fuck Cody, I love you so much. Please. Please cum inside me! I wanna feel it!” She was crying actual tears, honest and raw.

Cody arched, his ass flexed. He thrust, and she felt him go deeper. Felt him swell. And then she felt the rush, the gushing shots of his cum. It splashed inside, coating her walls and burning into her.

“Oh! Oh, fucking God Almighty!” She screamed, her heels digging into his ass. She didn’t care that his neighbors could probably hear her screams of ecstasy. Let them hear. Let them know that Cody Sharp was fucking her to her breaking point and filling her with his semen. Let them know what they were missing and what she was getting.

She kissed him hard, biting his lip and tasting copper. “Oh, god Cody! Oh god fill me! Fucking cum inside me!”

They were panting and pressing against each other, skin sticking and peeling as they moved until finally they collapsed in a sweaty mess. Eliza held Cody close, clinging to him as her pleasure slowly began to recede. She’d had her fair share of sexual experiences in the past, she wasn’t a prude by any means, hell she’d been airtight before and screaming in orgasm, but this moment was by far the best. She hadn’t actually orgasmed, but the pleasure she’d felt was far more transcendental than any orgasm.

Cody’s weight pressed against her. His breath in her ear, chest pressed to her, crushing her breasts, his cock slowly relaxing inside her and allowing his cum to start seeping out, dripping down her ass over her asshole and onto the bed. It was bliss. It was nirvana. It was home. She whimpered and clung tighter, kissing his neck, his shoulder, his cheek. This was what she wanted. What her parents had told her about sex and love. All those other experiences were nice, and she didn’t regret them, nor would she apologize for having a healthy sexual appetite. But she would give all of that up in a heartbeat if it meant this was what she could have for the rest of her life.

…

Eliza’s eyes fluttered open to the darkness of Cody’s room. She realized quickly that she must have fallen asleep in Cody’s arms. Now he was laying next to her, breathing softly with his arm over her hip as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Outside, the rain had stopped and the moon was out, shining through his bedroom window, casting Cody’s face in soft shadows. Eliza traced a finger along the slope of his nose, his cheeks, his lips. She was so in love it was embarrassing.

The few friends who had met Cody liked him, thought he was really down to earth and sweet, though they admitted they’d never have thought someone so ‘average’ could have swept someone like Eliza off her feet. But they just didn’t understand, though she thought they could at least tell that what she and Cody had was something most people only dream of. Cody hadn’t needed to sweep her off her feet. Hadn’t needed to flash money or status or rock hard abs and a big swinging club of a cock. Cody had just been honest and genuine and treated her like a person. Valued her.

All those other things were temporary. But to see the spark in his eyes when he looked at her and talked to her, that was what she knew would last forever, long after she got wrinkly and had to retire as a model. Cody wanted her. Not her body. Not her money. Her.

Eyes still on the sweet boy’s face, she let her hand wander between her legs and felt the sticky warm mess Cody had deposited. It was still leaking from her, some of it dried on her legs and ass, but still warm. She trailed her fingers through it, letting it swirl and smear along her skin before bringing it up into view in the moonlight. A glistening stickiness, strings of pearly cum.

Eliza caught Cody staring at her as she looked at the shiny dripping strings of his semen.

“Hey,” she blushed.

He smiled. “Hey,” that was all he said as he moved ‌ on top of her. Eliza lay back watching Cody loom, the moonlight bathing his sweat-slicked skin. His erection pressed against her, and she gasped as he entered smoothly, their eyes never leaving each other.

Their first time had been frantic, passionate, fast. This time Cody moved slowly, his eyes on her face, watching every twitch. Eliza let herself lay back, hands up as if in surrender, laying on the bed, her hair splayed out against his pillow. He moved with a liquid rhythm, like a slow-moving stream. His cock thrust inside her, smooth as silk. She could hear the soft shclick shclick squelch of her pussy swallowing him over and over, pushing out the remnants of his earlier spend.

Eliza’s breasts bounced in the moonlight, a slow circular motion, up and down and around. Cody took her, and she loved it. Moved inside her, angling slightly this way and that as he fucked. And oh, could he fuck! It was slow, intense, heated in a way Eliza had only ever fantasized about.

She watched his eyes burn for her, his body stiff above her and rigid as his muscles strained. 

“I love you.” She whispered, eyes pooling with tears again.

“I love you too.” He panted, never stopping. In and out. His cock stretched her, pressed inside. Her lips pressed against him, sucking and gripping, never wanting to let go.

She watched as his face twisted, his teeth grit. After long minutes of slow love, she saw the look he made when he released. Eyes dark, hard, concentrating and also lost at the same time. He shot another load inside her, deep and powerful. Spurt after spurt of a part of him that would soak in and become a part of her.

Eliza cupped his cheek, watching as he struggled to stay conscious as he experienced his orgasm. “Yes!” She whimpered. “Yes, Cody. Fuck yes.” She didn’t cum, but an orgasm didn’t matter at the moment, what mattered was that they were together. Joined. Orgasms were a dime a dozen as far as she was concerned. This was what women ultimately craved.

His cock spasmed inside, filling her and overflowing again, foaming and frothing and dripping down her ass in thick drops.

She cried and cried, holding his face so that their eyes never parted. “Yes, Cody. Yes. I love you. Oh, fucking god, I love you so much!”

The night moved on, and they made love over and over, spacing out their encounters. Each time needing a little sleep, a brief break, but always returning to each other. At one moment in the depths of night, Eliza was on top, holding his hands to her breasts as she rode him, slapping her ass down on his thighs in eager need. She came as she bucked her hips, gasping for breath as her world shattered. Another time Cody was behind her while she was on all fours, the moonlight drenching her back as he held her hips, thrusting, making her ass ripple with every hard pounding thrust. Their last encounter had Eliza on her side, Cody behind her, lifting her leg and entering her from behind, kissing over her shoulder as he moved inside her.

Cody came inside her so much that night, Eliza had dreams of little versions of him running around, chasing the squealing little tykes and laughing until she cried.

When she woke to the sun streaming through the window, she rolled onto her back and stared at the ceiling, feeling more content than she’d ever been in her entire life. Her muscles ached, her pussy was sore, and when she pulled the covers away she could see it was flushed pink and swollen from the constant fucking she’d taken. Semen still dripped from her lips, and she relished the feeling of her lovers spend inside.

Stretching, feeling muscles strain and joints pop, she carefully rolled out of Cody’s bed. She could smell the coffee brewing down the hall. Her dress was somewhere in the apartment and her underwear was thrown around his room, but she hardly cared. Skipping to his laundry basket, Eliza pulled out one of his dirty t-shirts that had that meme image of a dog sitting in a room on fire, and pulled it on. It didn’t go past her hips, leaving her well fucked pussy exposed.

She made her way from Cody’s room into the cozy kitchen, humming a nonsense tune. Her man was there pouring himself a cup, dressed in a worn-out hoodie and pajama pants. Brushing back her mussy hair, Eliza slipped up behind him and hugged tight, pressing herself against his back and kissing his neck. “You made enough for both of us, right?” She nuzzled his ear.

Cody chuckled and shivered at her touch, quickly picking up a second mug and holding it out to her, already prepared. “Morning to you too.” He smiled.

“Mmmmm.” She took the coffee and sipped it slowly, enjoying the rush of bitter warmth. “Fuck, that tastes good.”

“Shit,” Cody muttered.

Eliza looked at him and smiled wickedly, seeing his eyes on her. Taking in the sight of a lingerie model wearing his old t-shirt and nothing else. She gave a slow twirl, making sure to let the shirt flutter around her waist, emphasizing the fact that she was bare below. “Like it? I think this will be all the rage for my next photo shoot, don’t you think?” She turned, bent forward slightly, and gave her bare ass a slap. “Probably get paid double for going commando.”

Cody laughed, though there was a strain to it. His hand went to his pajama pants' pocket, fiddling with something. Probably his erection. There was no doubt from the flush in his cheeks and the way his eyes were darting away he was fighting off a morning boner. The realization sent a thrill through Eliza, and she wiggled her ass at him one more time before going to sit at his dining room table.

He followed, clearly watching her hips sway.

They sat in comfortable silence for a while, drinking their coffee and enjoying the slow-moving morning. When Cody finally spoke, his voice cracked like he was a teenager, and it made Eliza chuckle.

“E…Eliza…” His cheeks were on fire, and he kept biting his lip.

She reached out and touched his hand when she realized there was genuine worry laced with his cracking voice. “What is it?” By the way he was stumbling, she wondered if maybe Cody was starting to overthink last night. They’d made love so many times, but that first time he’d ejaculated within a minute. Was his male ego bruised at how fast he’d cum? Maybe he thought he had to be some sort of porn star, lasting for hours before shooting a trickling load. Well, if that was the case, she’d make sure he knew that the orgasms he’d given her were the best of her life and all that cum inside her was the cream filling she’d prefer over any ‘stud’.

“I…I know we’ve only been dating a little while. But…we’ve known each other for a long time now.” He was breathing hard and fast. “I… you know how I feel.”

Of course, she knew. They’d said it so many times last night. And she hoped they’d say it a thousand times more.

“I feel the same.” She confirmed.

A pale look came over Cody as he reached into his pocket. Was he still struggling with his morning erection? She could fix that. Of all the things they did last night, she hadn’t had the opportunity to give him a blowjob, and her mouth was almost watering at the prospect of getting to taste him.

But instead of fiddling with his erection, Cody pulled out a small, black velvet box.

Eliza’s coffee mug almost slipped out of her hand. “Oh…oh my god…” she gasped, quickly putting down her coffee.

Suddenly, all of last night made sense. How nice ‌their date had been. Dressing up. How he kept fidgeting and looked worried, anxious, eager.

Cody caught her eye and paused, holding the box nervously. “It…I’m sorry, it’s too soon, isn’t it? Shit, I…I just…” He was fumbling, starting to put the box back into his pocket.

Eliza wasn’t about to let that happen. She grabbed his hand. “No! NO! Ask…” she whispered. “Ask Cody!” Her words were desperate, eyes wide and watching him with a smile that spanned from ear to ear.

His grin was nervous as he opened the box, letting Eliza see the simple wedding band with a cute white diamond in the center. “Eliza…would you…I mean… I love you. Please… I’d love nothing more than to… uh, you’re my best friend. I can’t imagine my life without you.” He was panting, as if he couldn’t get enough oxygen. “Would you do me the… the honor of marrying me?” The last came out in a quick stutter.

It was perfect.

Eliza lunged across the table, knocking it and nearly spilling their drinks as she crashed into him and kissed his mouth hard. “Yes! Fuck yes! A million times!” She cried and laughed, holding out her hand as Cody shakily pulled the ring out and slipped it onto her finger.

Cody met her gaze as she continued to stare at the ring, hardly able to believe this was happening. “I…I asked your parents already…”

She looked up at him, surprised. “What? You asked my mom and dad for permission?” That was something even more unexpected. The couple of times Cody had met her parents, he’d been extremely intimidated. Though her parents were hardly scary. But they were blue collar, hard-working individuals, so she could understand how they might be a little intimidating.

Cody nodded. “Your mom was pretty excited. Your dad… I think he threatened to kill me if I hurt you.”

Eliza laughed and hugged her fiance—god her fiance—tight. “I’m sure he did.”

He wrapped his arms around her. “I was wanting to ask you at dinner last night. But… I just couldn’t manage it. We hadn’t even said we loved each other. But I knew I did. And I think deep down I knew you did too. I know I have some self-esteem issues. Trouble seeing how someone like you could want someone like me. But Eliza… there’s no one I’d rather be with. I’ll work hard every day to make you happy, to give you what you deserve…”

Eliza halted Cody’s speech with a hard, deep kiss. “Cody Sharp, the only thing you need to give me is yourself. Give me that and I’ll always be happy.”

They kissed again. And again. Squeezing against each other as if trying to fuse into one. Eliza let her thoughts drift as they held each other, lips pressing against each other. Last night had been her first time to truly be loved, made love to, and to make love. Now she’d have her first time having a fiance and the love that would bring. Next would be marriage, her first and only husband.