desire that much could never be just a friend. It was stupid of me to believe we could be anything less than this.
“I know,” he says, and his face lights up with the admission. He brings his lips down on mine and lifts me so that I have no choice but to wrap my legs around his waist. I can feel the length of him pressed against my belly and it starts a heat unfurling again in my core, seeking him out, calling out to the fire within him.
“I want inside you so fucking bad, baby.”
“I want that, too. I’m just … scared,” I mutter.
Elijah cocks his head back to look at me. “Of me?”
I shake my head. “Of the pain. I’m terrified, actually.”
“I promise you, baby girl, it’s not going to hurt. I’m gonna kiss you all over and then I’m going to eat you out until you’re screaming my name, and then I’m going to do what I should have done the day we met and make that beautiful pussy mine.” He grasps the nape of my neck, and kisses the space below my ear that drives me crazy. “Okay?”
His lips keep up their wonderful assault on me and I can only nod my acquiescence, and then he’s shutting the water off and carrying me into my bedroom without bothering to dry us off.
He lays me down on the bed and covers me with his body. His lips seal over mine, his tongue gently coaxing. There’s none of the brutality that usually comes with the two of us clawing at one another in an effort to get closer, and I think I understand why now. Because now there’s nothing between us, there’s nothing holding us back, all our cards have been laid on the table and there are no more secrets. There’s also no more fear. Just love and desire and an aching need to fill one another up.
Elijah intensifies the kiss and I fall willingly into him, into moulding my body to his. I can feel his heartbeat echoing my own, a steady pounding rhythm that reverberates throughout my entire body and centres itself in the core of me.
I moan into his mouth and he answers back by easing himself away from my lips to stare down at me. His big hands smooth the hair back from my head and he places a gentle kiss to my nose before kissing a wet trail from my throat to my breasts. He sucks a nipple into his mouth and pleasure arcs through me. I moan and he ceases sucking long enough to smile up at me. “You like that baby girl?”
I nod. “I love anything that involves your mouth.”
“Well, isn’t that a nice coincidence? I fucking love using my mouth,” he chuckles, and trails that perfect mouth down over my stomach, coming to a stop over my pubic bone where he places a series of gentle kisses before darting his tongue out to tease my clit. He settles himself between my legs and gently licks and sucks all around my lips, avoiding the one spot where I need to have him.
“Please, Elijah?” I beg, “I need to feel you on me.”
He groans and lowers his head to my mound, gently prying apart my lips. His tongue darts out once as his eyes meet mine up the length of my body. “I’m gonna take real good care of you, baby girl.”
And then he begins laving at my clit, suckling and stroking and I feel my insides quicken. He eases one finger inside and then another, and begins working them the way he did that night in the lounge room and my brain goes into meltdown, though the desperate need to come is suddenly replaced with the urgency of having more of him inside me, around me, driving us both toward release.
“Elijah please?” I beg, unable to stand the wait any longer. I’ve been waiting for this moment since the day we met, and now that he finally gets a green light he wants to dick around? “I can’t wait any longer. I need to feel you inside me.”
“Fuck me, Ana. Do you have any idea what you do to me when you beg?”
I smile because I know exactly what it does to him, and he smiles back because he knows that I know.
“You drive me fucking crazy, you know that, right?” he asks, but it’s said with such reverence that I feel tears sting my eyes.
“I love you, too,” I whisper and he smiles down at me with this huge goofy grin.
“Don’t suppose you have a condom in here?”
“No. You don’t have any in your room?”
“Well, no, considering the one woman I want to bury myself deep inside rejected me. I haven’t needed to use one since …” he peters off, and I know we’re both thinking the same thing—the night he fucked Nicole. I wait for the anger and hurt that usually surfaces within me when I think of that night, but it doesn’t come.
“I’m on the pill.”
He narrows his eyes. “Since when?”
“Since Holly got pregnant, and no I’m not sleeping with anyone either. I just thought it would be a good idea in case what happened with Scott happens again. It’s one less thing to worry about.”
“It’s never gonna happen again, you hear me? I’m never gonna let you outta my sight,” he says with such vehemence that I feel my heart swell. “I should have been with you that night. I—” I place my hand over his mouth and he frowns down at me.
“I don’t want to talk about that,” I say and wait for him to nod before I take my hand away. “I don’t want to talk, I just want to feel you.”
“Yes ma’am.” He smiles and lowers himself over me again. Taking his cock in his hand, he glides it through my wetness from front to back. I’m almost giddy with anticipation, but a small part of me is scared shitless, too. I know that Elijah would rather die than hurt me and I trust him implicitly, I just have to learn to trust that I’m alright in his hands.
I feel him press against my opening and gently edge his way in. He can’t have gotten very far when I feel my muscles clench around him, tightening to prevent him from entering me. I’m catapulted back to that night in the cane field when Scott shoved his way inside me, when he brutalised me. I close my eyes, willing it away, wishing I could concentrate on the here and now, wishing there was some way to forget.
“Hey, you okay?” Elijah asks in a gentle voice that just about shatters me from the inside out. Tears roll down my cheeks and he kisses them away. “You need me to stop?”
I shake my head, even as my mind and body are both screaming for me to run.
“Ana, look at me,” he commands. “I love you, baby girl. So fucking much. It’s just you and me here, we got this, baby. If you tell me to stop, I stop. Anything you want, it’s yours. Just let me do this, let me take care of you and we’ll erase him together. We’ll erase every bad memory, every nightmare, every second you’ve thought about it since. We’ll do it together, okay?”
I swallow hard and nod my head. There’s no point searching for words because all my senses are jumbled up and I feel hurt and raw and I’m afraid if I open my mouth I’ll start bawling and I won’t stop, so instead I take a deep breath and relax my body enough to allow Elijah to push in a little further. He shifts his weight and snakes his hand between us, running his fingertips over my clit, coaxing me to open further for him. He slips the rest of the way inside, until I feel him hitting the end of me.
I’m not met with blinding pain like I expected to be. Instead I feel full to bursting, but I find I kind of like it. His fingers keep working against me and heat unfurls inside me, burning all the way from my toes to the roots of my hair.
I moan with the intense pleasure of it and then, when he starts to gently thrust inside me the pleasure intensifies, and I let myself get swept up in the delicious sensation of it all. “You’re so fucking perfect, Ana,” Elijah whispers in my ear as he moves into a steady rhythm inside me. “So tight and so fucking beautiful it hurts.”
The pressure builds within me to a point where it almost hurts to stave it off, but I don’t want to come without him, so I try my best to bring myself back down and into our own stratosphere. Elijah’s thrusting continues, harder, faster and I bite down hard on my lip; it hurts but it’s all I can do to keep from losing it.
“Don’t hold back, baby. Come for me, I wanna hear you scream my name as you squeeze my cock.” Seconds after he says this, I do. I let go of everything. Every hurt I ever caused him, of every time he made me cry, of everything that Scott did to me and everything that’s happened since. I let it go as I’m catapulted into sensation and I cry his name over and over as he pumps into me and my orgasm rocks through me from head to toe.
“Fucking incredible,” he whispers in my ear after giving me a second to bask in the afterglow, and then he
