Elijah’s skillful tongue finds my nipple, sucking the hardened bud into his mouth while squeezing my breast in his hand.
“Yes,” I scream, arching off the bed, my hand coming to the back of his head to hold him there.
Everything feels so good, and I never want to stop. I want him in me and on me always. I’m already on the cusp of another orgasm, the stroke of his cock inside me pushes me closer to the edge with every movement. My nerve endings are alive and on fire.
“God, you feel so good. You’re so fucking good,” I cry.
Elijah moves back to his knees, holding one of my legs up as he pummels me. His free hand works magic on my already engorged clit.
“Oh, yes. Oh, yes. Oh, yes.”
I chant the words over and over and Elijah doesn’t disappoint. He keeps up the same cadence. The same speed. He knows what I need. He knows I’m almost there.
“Yes, baby,” he whispers. “Come for me. Come on my cock.”
His words are the tipping point. My limbs tense up, my mind knows nothing but this euphoric pleasure, and my body convulses as a guttural scream of exaltation fills the room.
I’m completely undone. Electric shocks lick up my spine, making me shiver. Though my eyes are closed, I see bursts of lights behind my eyelids.
Just as I’m registering Elijah’s disappearance from inside me, I force open my eyes and catch sight of him lowering his mouth to the space between my thighs.
“Oh, God,” I murmur.
His tongue tastes me. Softly. Slowly. He knows how sensitive my clit is, and he’s being gentle, but every stroke of his warm and wet tongue against me makes me buck.
It’s so erotic watching him down there. He savors every part of me, kissing and licking my most private and sensitive spots.
His hand disappears between his own legs, stroking himself while he moans around my pussy.
“I wanna see,” I manage to get out. He looks up at me. “I want to watch you stroke yourself.”
His eyes flare as he gets up, resting on his knees. I watch as he rips the condom off and drops it to the floor, exposing his thick and beautiful cock.
He grabs the base of his cock, his eyes never leaving mine, and moves his fist to the head. His strokes start slow, and I know he’s doing it for me. He’s giving me the show I wanted.
When his movements begin to quicken and his muscles tense up, I get up on my hands and knees and crawl toward him. He watches me with rapt fascination, wondering what I’m up to.
I’ve never had someone come in my mouth before, but for some reason, I crave the taste of him.
Nervously, I say, “I want you to come in my mouth.”
“You sure?” he asks, his fist moving faster over the length of him.
I nod, letting my tongue glide over my bottom lip. “Yes.”
He shifts, getting more comfortable as he strokes his cock, and I kneel in front of him, turned on at the sight.
Elijah reaches out to play with my breasts, and I squeeze them together for him, giving him some viewing pleasure. I part my knees, exposing my pussy, and his hand travels down and slides through my wetness.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
The veins in his forearm protrude as he strokes. My stomach clenches when he looks at me. This is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.
“I’m gonna come. Fuck.”
I scurry over and replace his hand with mine, keeping up the same pace. He explodes with a deep roar, his hands gripping my shoulders as he shudders.
It’s warm and a bit salty, but it’s not bad. His back bows over as he sucks in quivering breaths.
“Holy shit,” he says. “Oh my God.”
“Mm,” I moan around his cock.
Slowly, I pull my mouth off him, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
He lifts my chin with his fingers, staring down at me like I’m a goddess. My ego inflates a little, because it feels good knowing I can make him feel good.
“You’re so fucking perfect. You know that?” he says. I grin, pleased with myself. “How will I ever be able to let you go?”
I lie back and pat the mattress at my side. He drops down next to me and I lay my head on his chest. “Don’t,” I state simply. “I don’t want to be anywhere else, anyway.”
39
After a few comfortable minutes of lying together post coital, we both take a shower just to jump right back in bed and go to sleep. I sent a message to both Cillian and Royce, asking for one of their vehicles, and Royce responded first, offering to drop off his Challenger tonight since he had London there to drive him back home.
Nova falls asleep quickly, her body curled into mine. I lie awake, stroking her arm with my fingertips as I stare up at the ceiling. My brain and my heart go back and forth about whether this is right or wrong. I eventually come to the conclusion that it’s both, but there’s no fight left in me. I can’t stop seeing her now. She belongs with me. I’ve never felt so certain about something before.
I place a kiss on her forehead before I close my eyes and succumb to sleep.
In the morning, I’m up at five-forty, and Nova’s still knocked out. I get ready and head downstairs to start the coffee. While it brews, I decide I should make a little breakfast. I normally eat a bagel or toast, but I think about Nova.
So far, she doesn’t seem too picky, but since I’m unsure, I make a couple of basic omelets with cheese and ham.
About a half hour later, Nova
