Looking Up

-----Elle's POV

"So my mom texted me earlier and gave me an update on my dad," I say quietly and I could tell Steve was nervous about the news, "she said that he's doing surprisingly well, so the doctor might put him back on chemo," I say and Steve lets out a sigh and smiles.

"I'm so glad, Elle," he replies as he strokes my hand with his thumb and turns down a dimly lit street. At the end, it is very dark but I could make out a couple things from the headlight's of Steve's truck.

"You wait here, George," Steve says as he turns off the engine and we hop out of the truck.

I can barely see anything since the only light helping my eyes see, is a street light at the very end of the street at least 20 yards away. "So, can you tell me now where we are?" I ask as Steve takes my hand in his.

"Yes," he softly laughs, "this is Logan Park- it's where I spent most of my time." He takes me further into a field, more away from the light, and stops us at a large picnic table. He taps it twice signaling for me to get on the table and starts to lay down on it and I give him a strange look, "Come on," he says with a chuckle. Once I join him on the table, I instantly know why he wanted to take me here.

"Oh my god there's so many stars, this is gorgeous Steve, thank you so much for bringing me here."

"I knew you'd love it. I figured I'd bring you here since we're going back to Philly in a couple days and there will hardly be a star in sight," he says as he puts his arm around me.

"Don't remind me about going back to reality," I groan.

Steve laughs, "I know, I know, I'm sorry. I'll make sure to visit you all the time at the bakery."

I scoff, "not if Aunt Kate has anything to say about it; I can just hear her now, "stop flirting and get back to work Eleanor Mildred!" she always uses my middle name when she gets impatient with me."

All of the sudden, Steve bursts out into laughter and I sit up and give him a confused look, "What's so funny?!"

He catches his breath, "nothing, nothing," he says with a big grin on his face.

"No! Tell me!" I yell and give him a playful shove.

"I just didn't know your name is actually Eleanor. Aaaand that your middle name is Mildred," immediately after he says Mildred he starts to laugh again.

"Yeah well thank goodness people call me Elle- and don't laugh at Mildred, it was my great grandmother's name. It's a beautiful name," I say just before I start to crack up. "There's no way I could say that with a straight face," I admit out-loud and Steve and I begin to laugh together.

After a little while he leads me over to a small pond a while away from the picnic table, "so this is where I learned to skate for the first time," he says as he pulls me closer to him and I can see the passion shining through his eyes. "It was so cold, but my dad stayed out here with me, holding my hand, walking me through the motions. I was terrible though, I kept falling every time he let go of my hand," he laughs softly, "But I eventually got the hang of it. Every time it froze over, you could bet a million dollars that I was out here with Tyler and my friends playing hockey," Steve looks down at me and smiles, "I'm sorry, I feel like I'm rambling on."

"No, I love learning more about you!"

"Okay, good. I took you out here cause this pond was such a big part of my life and I want to share this with you- well really share everything with you Elle." I try to hide the big goofy smile on my face and I can feel myself start to blush as he finishes talking.

"I want to share everything with you too Steve," I say just before he presses his lips onto mine hard and holds my face in his hands. For a moment, it feels like the world stops moving, my head spins, and everything goes numb. All the noise around us become a faint whisper and no thoughts pass through my mind- everything stops.

In the flick of a switch, the mood between us changes and the only thing on our minds is each other's lips. Every kiss gets slower, harder, and more passionate. "Let's head home," Steve whispers as he rests his forehead on mine- I nod and follow him to the truck in silence still caught up in the kiss.

When we get back to his house, we both take off our coats and Steve leaves the room without a word. I shrug it off and fetch a dog toy to give to George. All of the sudden I hear "At Last" by Etta James ringing through the hallway into the front room.

"What in the world is he doing?" murmur to myself and I start to sing along as I take off my shoes. On my way to find Steve, he steps in front of me and pulls me into him. He starts to kiss me and leads me back up against a wall.

"How'd you know I love Etta James?" I ask in disbelief, "I know I never told you."

"I may have raided your CD rack when you weren't around," he laughs softly, "and I remembered on the drive over here that we just so happened to have the same CD."

"What a coincidence," I say with one eyebrow raised.

My heart flutters as Steve brushes his lips against mine once again.

-----Steve's POV

As I kiss Elle adoringly, I can feel our warm lips tremble against each other. I place one hand on her small face and the other on the wall, "I'm so glad I came," Elle whispers against my lips. All I can do is smile, "I'm glad too."

I press my lips against hers firmly, I hear her suppress a moan, and I feel my body jolt. I pick her up, she wraps her legs around my waist and I press her hard up against the wall. After she takes off her oversized sweatshirt in one swift motion, Elle gropes for the hemline of my fitted t-shirt. I thrust her harder against the wall and a quiet whimper escapes her lips. My hands leave her body and I take my shirt off and manage to throw it across the room. I return my hands to Elle's firm upper thighs and squeeze them gently; she bites my lip with force, signaling to me to keep going.

I set her down from the wall and she still clings to my body, our lips never breaking contact. Her soft hands search every inch of my torso slowly. I sneak my hands underneath her loose maroon shirt and rest my large hands on her ribs. A line outlining her bra peeking through her t-shirt tempts me enough to tear it off of her body in a matter of seconds. I slam her into me, and I know that by now she can feel how hard I am. She relaxes in my arms, starts to unzip my jeans, and I help her rip them off of my legs.

In one rapid motion, I pick her up, set her on top of the cold dark blue kitchen counter and free her legs from her taut jeans. Within seconds, I let out a loud moan as soon as I feel how wet she is on my abdomen when she wraps her legs tightly around me. "Oh my god," I pull her panties to the side, slip two fingers in her, and she whimpers my name against my lips. Within a few moments, I can feel Elle getting closer to her climax, so I retrieve my fingers and whisk her off of the counter and head towards the stairs.

As I carry her up the steps, our lips do not part from each other. As I reach the top step, I trip and we fall to the floor; luckily, Elle starts to laugh at my attempt to be romantic. "Are you sure you're okay?!" I ask as she fights back a couple of giggles. "Yes, I'm fine, I'm fine," she says as she brings my face back to hers and kisses me. I move over to the side of her body and as I scoop her up into my arms bridal style, she is taken by surprise and yelps. I gently rest her on the bed, brush away all the stray pieces of dirty blonde hair from her face, and press my lips onto hers. "I'll be right back," I whisper into her ear before I leave the bedside.

-----Elle's POV

By the time I open my eyes from Steve's loving kiss, he's already coming back from the other side of the room. He slowly crawls up the foot of the bed and hovers over my almost naked body. "We can't have George coming in," he says softly in my ear with a smile before he kisses it lightly. Every stroke leaves me yearning for more; every kiss burns with more passion than the next. Steve moves around my body, kissing every inch of me; his lips leave a warm ember wherever they touch. He takes off my bra as he moves further down my stomach and past my belly button. He hears my breathing hitch as he starts to kiss my thigh and pulls down my panties.

"Can I?" I hear him whisper in the dark- I can hear the desire thickly engrained in his deep voice.

"Y-y-yes," I manage to say through small stifled moans.

All of the sudden, Steve spreads my legs out, starts to lick my clit up and down slowly, and I call out his name in pleasure. After what feels like the most pleasurable 4 minutes of my life, Steve lifts his head and makes his way back up to my face, kissing me all the way up. He stops at my breasts, and fondles one while he kisses the other. I want to stop him so I can pleasure him but I can't find my voice. I pull his chin up with my finger and lead his lips to mine; I quickly shove down his boxers and he kicks them off his legs. As I stroke his length, he bites my lip and lets out a moan. We start to move together and Steve begins to kiss me harder.

His breathing hitches as I separate our lips, lick my palm and return my hand to his dick. "Do you want to stop?" Steve asks between sharp breaths after several seconds and looks at me with dark, lustful eyes.

"I want you, all of you," I say biting my lip.

"Are you sure?" he asks with sincere concern.

I nod my head and give him a small smile before he strokes my cheek and goes into his nightstand for a condom. He kisses me slowly as he slides on the condom and I can feel a million butterflies take flight in my stomach. Steve lifts my back up, puts his muscular arms beneath me, and cradles my head in his large, firm hands.

"Elle, look at me, we don't need to do th-" he starts to say before I cut him off.

"I love you," I whisper, looking into his dark caramel brown eyes. The creases that form on his face when he smiles at me are highlighted by the light from a far off street lamp creeping through the curtains in slivers. "I love you too," he replies in a soft tone, the deepness and crispiness of his voice sends chills up my spine.

Steve kisses me firmly, then rests his lips on mine and breathes heavily. I can feel his hips align with mine and he slowly enters me. We both moan simultaneously and I can feel us gradually melt against each other. As Steve speeds up our pace, I place my hands on his lower back and I dig my fingers deeply into his skin. He entangles his fingers in my loose hair and moves one hand to my neck and starts to stroke it with his thumb. I let out a whimper as I feel a couple waves of pleasure pass through my body and Steve replies to it by parting my lips with his tongue. He picks up our speed and pushes into me with even more force, and I can feel myself getting closer.

As I move my hands down to his waist, Steve moans my name. He moves so smoothly and in a circular fashion, letting out a deep breaths each time he finishes a stride. The stubble on his face scratches against my cheek as we kiss sloppily.

"Steve I'm-I'm cl-" I start to whimper, but never finish. Complete, long waves of pleasure ripple through my body and I can't help but to yell out "Oh my god," repeatedly. Suddenly, I feel Steve buckle against my body and moan loudly in quick, short bursts. His head falls next to mine, and I feel his sweat dampen the side of my face. He bites my ear softly as the last twinge of bliss flows through his body. I sigh in content and I try to process every single thing that happened. It feels like I just lost my virginity- I forgot what sex even felt like, it has been so long. Steve cleans up and then falls next to my side.

Steve puts his arm underneath my head, and plays with my hair with his other hand. We sit in his bed in silence; he is trying to make eye contact with me as I look everywhere but his eyeline. I start to freak out in my mind- I don't know what to say next- I'm not sure if he is waiting for me to break the silence or not.

The first thing that comes to mind is "Do you want tea?" so I blurt it out. Panic rushes over my eyes, what was I thinking?! 'Do you want tea?' isn't something you tell your boyfriend after you've had sex for the first time!

Steve gives me a weird look, "Do I want tea?" he asks with one eyebrow raised.

"I didn't know what to say, I'm sorry " I reply in a rush.

Luckily he laughs, "It's okay! Tea sounds pretty good, come on," he says as he kisses my forehead and retrieves his boxers. I know he's just trying to make me feel less embarrassed- I know he knew I was freaking out.

As I watch him put on his boxers from the side of the bed in slow motion, I find myself falling in love with every move he is making; everything seems so romanticized.

"Are you coming?" he asks with a big grin, "Let's get you that tea," he says teasing me playfully. I let out a laugh and shake my head as I rise from the bed and throw on one of his big t-shirts and slide on some underwear.

"Thank God he loves me," I think to myself as I make my way over to him with big smile spread across my face.

Notes

Hey everyone! Hope you enjoyed this chapter! I'm really bad at smut and I didn't really want it to be really graphic in the first place hahaha- I honestly tried to make it as less awkward as possible!
Sorry about the gap in posting, classes are piling up homework, but I should be able to make more posts coming up since this semester will be over in a couple of weeks!
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-Lindsey