While he focuses on that special bundle of nerves, he slides two fingers inside of me, curling them up and causing my body to spasm.
“Oh, God!” I cry.
Elijah brings me to the precipice of euphoria, leaving me teetering on the edge while he removes his fingers and begins placing kisses on my inner thighs.
I’m panting like a wild beast, my body on fire. “Elijah,” I whine.
He gets up on his knees and wipes the evidence of just how turned on I am from his lips with his hand. “Trust me,” is all he says.
It’s then that my eyes find his erection straining against his underwear, dying to be freed. “Let me return the favor,” I say, staring at his cock.
His hand drops down, rubbing it through the blue material. “You will. But not right now. Get up, get on all fours and turn around.”
I bite down on my lip and stare at him. He simply strokes himself through his underwear again, watching me as his tongue snakes across his bottom lip, and I realize then that I’m totally at his mercy. I’m willing to do whatever he says, because I know it’ll be worth it.
On my hands and knees, I expose my most private parts to him. Only a couple seconds go by before I feel him move. His hands roam over my ass, squeezing the soft flesh before moving up and caressing my hips. He unsnaps my bra, and I help in discarding it to the floor.
Before I know what’s going to happen, the heat of his body pressed against mine disappears and then his tongue is tasting me again.
I instantly fist the covers, throwing my head back with a moan. Elijah squeezes my ass and thighs while completely devouring me. Once again, he hits all the right spots.
After a couple minutes, he drops to the bed on his back, then pulls me down to where I’m nearly sitting on his face.
“Oh my God,” I cry.
Elijah revels in the taste of me. Granted, I’m not that experienced, but I didn’t think men loved doing this. He seems to get as much out of it as I do.
“Holy shit. Elijah. Oh my God,” I chant. My hips start moving on their own, seeking more friction, and Elijah responds with a husky moan.
Before I’m transported to cloud nine, he stops, switching positions again.
“You’re killing me,” I groan, lying on my back.
He grins and leans in for a kiss. “You’ll survive.”
Finally, he removes his boxer-briefs and reaches for one of the condoms. I watch him sheathe his thick length, practically drooling at the sight.
On his knees, he grabs ahold of himself and dips the crown of his cock inside me. We both moan at the same time.
He pushes in slowly, watching himself disappear inside me. “God, Nova. You’re so tight.” He grunts. “So fucking wet.” Another groan escapes him as he buries himself to the hilt. “So goddamn perfect.”
Words are lost on me as he thrusts in and out. My body is on pins and needles thanks to his glorious mouth. My pussy is primed, engorged, and ready to explode. If I didn’t think foreplay was important before, I definitely know now.
He fucks me like he never wants me to forget this night, like he’s claiming me as his. He’s pulled out all the stops. There is no way anybody could ever compare to this man.
Back on his knees, still moving in and out of me, his thumb presses on my clit, rubbing circles.
Every nerve ending in my body is on high alert. I’m completely saturated in pleasure and overcome with pure, unfiltered bliss, and my eyes burn like there’s unshed tears wanting to come out. Why on earth would pleasure bring me to tears? Oh my God, “I’m about to come!” I scream.
Elijah keeps moving as my body tenses up, and he’s still going when I begin to shake with the aftershocks of the orgasm that I thought would never end. My throat’s already hoarse from the scream I released into the room.
Elijah’s pace changes, his muscles tense even more, and then he grunts. “Fuck. Oh fuck.”
He comes with a deep roar, his body spasming as his orgasm takes over his body.
For a couple minutes, we stay connected, catching our breath. I gently run my hand over his back as he tries to keep as much of his weight off me as possible.
When we finally disentangle ourselves, we both take turns using the bathroom to clean up, but before I head in, he opens a drawer in his dresser and tosses me a shirt.
“So you’ll be comfortable,” he says.
I grin, bringing the shirt to my chest and disappearing into the bathroom. I guess he wants me to stay.
29
I didn’t intend for her to stay when I first invited her over, and I would be fine if she wanted to leave, but it’s Saturday and I don’t see anything wrong with hanging out for a little while. I want to learn more about what makes her… her.
She comes out of the bathroom just as I’m pulling a clean shirt over my head. “Want a pair of shorts or pants?” I ask, eyeing her bare legs.
“I’ll take some shorts. Thanks.”
I find a pair of athletic shorts and hand them to her. “May have to fold it over a couple times, but these should work.”
“Thank you.”
She makes quick work of getting them on and making sure they don’t slip off her waist, and I put on a pair of gray sweats.
“Want to head downstairs? We could have another drink or snack on something. Whatever you want.”
Her smile fills me with warmth. “I’m down for anything. Just lead the way.”
I reach out and circle her wrist with my fingers before swallowing her dainty hand in mine. We make our way across the hardwood floor, passing the loft area. Sugarfoot’s head snaps
