She laughs. “Yes, sir.”
38
Once we get into his room, he wastes no time stripping me of my clothes and then removing his own.
I’m not sure what it is, but we come together like we’ve been starved of each other for months instead of days. Maybe it’s because we’ll be living together for the rest of the week. Maybe it’s because earlier in the day we both expressed some of our feelings to each other. Or perhaps it’s because we know we’re only seeing each other. Our “relationship” feels more serious.
Whatever the case may be, our mouths and bodies connect and I never want to separate. Elijah’s hand is at the back of my head while his other hand is at the small of my back, bringing me as close to him as possible. His erection grows, prodding my stomach as we continue to taste one another.
He sucks my tongue into his mouth, eliciting a groan from me while releasing a moan himself. My hands encounter the hard muscles in his chest and arms before I finally let one move down his rippled abs. His breath shudders as my hand continues to travel lower and lower. He draws away from the kiss and sucks in a breath.
“I want to taste you,” I whisper, licking my swollen bottom lip. “Can I?”
Elijah drops his head back as he groans, like my asking his permission turned him on even more.
His head snaps up, his eyes piercing mine as he pulls me in by the back of my neck. “You can do whatever you want.”
I grin and then slowly drop to my knees, allowing my hands to touch his muscled thighs until I’m in position.
Elijah’s cock points straight at me, a drop of pre-cum dripping out, letting me know just how turned on he is. I grab the base of it with my hand and stroke it slowly, then I let my tongue slip between my lips and I taste his arousal.
“Fuck,” he growls, his hand coming down and grabbing my hair, keeping it out of the way.
I lick around the crown before opening my mouth wide and taking him as deep as I can take him. I close my lips around his width and ease back slowly.
I curl my fingers around his rock-hard erection and gently begin to stroke him, using my saliva as lube. I quicken my pace as I flatten my tongue and lick the underside of his cockhead.
I begin to suck him back into my mouth, continuing to stroke him with my hand, and the pleasure-filled grunts and groans he’s releasing only spurs me on. I want to unravel him. I want him shaking with the need to come.
“Nova, fuck,” he grunts.
I keep going. I take him deep, swirling my tongue around him as much as I can, then I pull back and focus on his head while I stroke him faster.
My pussy grows wetter and wetter the longer his cock is in my mouth.
Elijah manages to draw back, and as I’m wiping my lips, he gives me his hand and brings me up to my feet.
“I can’t come until you have,” he says, grabbing me by the waist and tossing me on the bed.
“Oh!” I squeal, watching him dive between my legs, proving to me once more just how talented he is with that mouth.
This time he doesn’t tease me. He brings me to orgasm a few short minutes later, and I explode all over his tongue.
As I lie flat, my breaths coming in sharp bursts as my body convulses, Elijah gets up and grabs a condom and is back between my legs in no time.
I marvel at his sculpted, sweat-slicked body as he begins to position himself at my entrance. I salivate at his beauty, and then I gasp when he slides in.
“Oh, God!”
Elijah rotates his hips slowly as he moves in and out. This is how he teases me, he gives me a few inches, but not everything. I arch my back, trying to pull him in deeper, my hands splayed across his back, pushing him closer. He doesn’t budge. He’s much too big and strong to be moved by me.
He watches me with piercing eyes full of desire, then his gaze moves back to where our bodies connect.
I writhe beneath him, becoming desperate for more. He always finds a way to make me needy, but I don’t care. I need him. I want him. I crave everything about him.
“Elijah,” I breathe. “Please. Oh, God, please.”
He growls, but keeps his slow and steady movements, pushing in a little deeper before sliding back out. His thumb presses on my clit, ripping a moan from the back of my throat.
“You want me?” he questions, his voice thick with lust.
I nod frantically, biting on my lip.
“Open your eyes and answer me.”
My eyes fly open, connecting with his gaze. I can’t stop moving my hips, seeking more. “I want you. All of you. Please.”
“Mm,” he groans. He places a hand on my hip, halting my movements. “Don’t move.”
I groan my frustration, but I obey.
Elijah holds my thighs apart and continues to tease me in the most delicious way. I slam my hands on the mattress, fisting the covers and biting my lip just to keep from squirming.
My pussy clenches around him, trying to squeeze him in tighter. I whimper, ready to beg and plead, and then it happens.
Elijah lets loose and rams into me hard and fast. His chest heaves and I claw at his back. He buries himself to the hilt, and I clamp my legs around him, trying to hold him in place. He breathes into my neck and our sweat mixes together.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” he murmurs, rotating his hips while he’s deep inside me. “Your pussy is soaking wet.”
“Mm,” I moan, lifting my hips up. “Only for you. My pussy is wet for you, Elijah.”
When his name leaves my lips, he rears up and
