I tear my lips from his, my body screaming, my breath panting.
“Elijah, stop fucking teasing me.”
He chuckles, his mouth now against my neck before his fingers find my entrance. I suck in a breath as he slides first one, then a second finger in deep. My muscles contract sharply.
“Is that what you want, beautiful?” he asks, as he twists his fingers, curling them against my front wall.
“Oh God.”
I sigh, my back arching, my legs spreading wider, wanting more. His face is so close I almost can’t focus. He curls his fingers again, and I let out a deep moan.
“Yes, just that. Oh, bloody hell. I’m going to implode.”
I pant as Elijah’s fingers continue to explore my body. One hand deep in my pussy, the other skimming my skin. The man has magical hands. He lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking down one of my nipples, tormenting it with his teeth, every suck sending shards of desire south, making me clench around his fingers.
Elijah tuts, withdrawing his lips. His mouth moves to the spot beneath my ear, teasing the sensitive flesh before moving up and nipping my earlobe.
“I need you inside me. Please, Elijah,” I beg. “I want to feel you as I come around your cock.”
It’s his turn to moan.
I rotate my hips against his hand.
“All good things come to those who wait,” he whispers against my lips before kissing his way across my cheek. “You’re going to come when I tell you to,” he says, his breath teasing my ear.
I moan. “I’m close,” I tell him.
“Not until I say, Pen. Do you understand?”
I nod, emitting another moan, only this time in frustration. I rotate my hips, I like this game. Elijah’s fingers continue their wicked onslaught, and I stretch my thighs wider, my hips now moving of their own accord against his hand. His thumb grazes my clit, ruthlessly tormenting my bud of nerves. I bite my lips to prevent myself from falling into the abyss.
I grip his shoulders, my nails digging into his skin. His jean-clad hips thrust forward. I’m not the only one affected.
I snake a hand lower, coming into contact with the front of Elijah’s jeans. His cock straining against the harsh material. I press against him, but he pulls back, clicking his tongue.
“If you want this, then you need to do as I say.”
I’ve never been one to hand over control anywhere, but here and now, I find I want this. Want this with Elijah. It’s what I need, crave. I want someone else to take charge.
I lean back on my hands, watching the man standing between my legs, his fingers buried in my pussy, his eyes watching as his fingers dive in and out, glistening in the light.
He looks up, his eyes lock on mine, before slowly travelling back down my body. My clothes are gone. I’m exposed to his gaze, but the look in his eyes burns its way over my skin.
He curls his fingers again, and I spread my legs wider.
“Elijah!” I yell.
My desire drips down his hand, my body desperate, getting itself ready.
When he adds a third finger, the burn has me dropping my head back, my hips taking on a life of their own as I ride his hand. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this full. The pressure deep inside my core builds as my hips undulate against him. I look up to find Elijah watching me. I drop my gaze to where his fingers are moving in and out of my swollen lips, twisting and turning, my hips pumping.
“Beautiful,” Elijah moans. “Look at how well you take my fingers. Wait until you’re riding my cock.”
He twists his fingers until his thumb finds my clit once more. The pressure building and building.
“Come for me, Pen,” he says. “Now.”
Elijah pulls my body against him as my orgasm hits. My head drops back once more as my body shatters around him, my muscles pulsing and spasming, gripping his invading fingers, milking them hard.
