Our faces are now level.
He grips my ass, pulling me forward until my pussy comes into contact with his very hard, very swollen cock.
We both groan at the sensation.
“Feel what you are doing to me?”
He moans, his eyes closing for a second, his skin flushed. When he opens his eyes, his pupils are dilated and shiny.
I take his face in my hands, slamming my lips to his.
Electric shock waves travel throughout my body, and I grind my over-sensitised body down on his cock, backwards and forwards, wanting to release some of the pressure building.
“Fuck, Pen,” Elijah pants before pulling my lips back to his, his kiss even more demanding than before.
My throbbing core is on fire. I clutch his shoulders, his own grip tightening. I’ve never felt this intense level of need before.
“I don’t have any protection on me,” Elijah says, dragging his lips from mine.
I can hear the sorrow and disappointment in his voice.
I jump up and head to my medical cupboard. I grab a brand new box of condoms, ripping it open as I return to where Elijah is now standing.
I drop them on the floor as he grabs me around the waist and hauls me against him.
“Fuck, Pen,” Elijah says, pulling back his dark eyes questioning. “Are we really doing this?”
I part my legs as his hands move to my ass. I wrap them around his waist as he lifts me up, his hardness once again pressed against my pulsing core, reminding me this is two-way.
“I have no idea what we’re doing,” I admit with a small chuckle, drinking in his beautiful face and flushed skin. “But I know I need this. That I need you, Elijah. Right here, right now. I want to ride you, feel you in my body until we both can’t speak.”
He closes his eyes, a rumble coming from deep in his chest. My core contracts sharply at the primal sound.
“Are you sure?” he asks, opening his eyes.
It’s like he’s staring into my soul.
“Never been more sure of anything,” I tell him honestly.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt such desperation. I need his strength, his body. I want to forget all the shit that is my life, and somehow, I know Elijah will be the one to help me do that.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you.”
“Do your worst.”
His mouth slams against mine, taking all I have to give. He spins me around, placing my ass on the cold granite surface of the island. My hot pussy clenches even through the thin material of my leggings. Our hands are everywhere, pulling at clothes, wanting to touch bare skin. I pull his t-shirt over his head, exposing the wall of muscle that has been seared into my brain since I saw him in the gym. I run my hands over the defined planes, loving how the muscles contract under my fingers.
Elijah slides his hands into the back of my leggings, expertly sliding them down over my hips, his mouth never leaving mine. I don’t think I’ve ever been kissed with such intensity. Ever felt so wanton.
I draw his bottom lip into my mouth and suck, his hips thrust forward against my now exposed and swollen core.
“I don’t think I can go slow,” Elijah says, tearing his mouth from mine as he whispers his truth against my cheek.
“Then don’t,” I say, pulling back and holding his face in my hands. “I want you buried in me. I need to feel you, all of you,” I say.
The look in his eyes steals my breath and I almost orgasm there and then.
As if sensing my need, Elijah’s hand moves between my thighs. I’m on a knife’s edge, my core spasming, weeping as it begs to be filled. I want to be stretched, to have someone finally take control of my out-of-control life. His groan rumbles through his chest as his fingers glide through my wet and swollen flesh. He deepens his kiss as his fingers tease my clit, but not quite making it to where my body is begging for his intrusion.
