Elijah grunts but continues to work me until I’m begging him to stop, gripping his wrist, my body too sensitive to take any more.
He withdraws his fingers tenderly, the sudden emptiness overwhelming.
He pulls me against his chest, a hand smoothing my hair.
“I need you,” I say, my voice husky, almost unrecognisable.
Elijah bends down and scoops up the abandoned box of condoms from the floor, tearing it open, spraying the foils everywhere in his haste.
“They were magically added to this week’s shopping list,” I say unnecessarily as I watch him.
He quirks a brow.
“Mum,” I add.
“I would say, remind me to thank her, but I think I’ll forgo that politeness,” he says, tearing open the foil packaging.
I laugh, but it dies in my throat as he moves back towards me. His eyes full of desire and promise.
I sit forward and unzip his jeans, pushing them and his boxers down. He kicks them off, returning to stand before me. My gaze travels down his body, taking in his taut, defined muscles, his Adonis belt showing his dedication to his fitness.
His cock.
“Oh, boy!” I say, making him chuckle.
Elijah’s body is a masterpiece. He stands still, his cock twitching under my scrutiny as I drink him in. My eyes meet his, my tongue snaking out to moisten my lips.
“I’m all yours,” he says as I drop my gaze once more.
My mouth waters at the sight of him, his swollen cock, hard and weeping in the light. It twitches under my gaze.
It’s my turn to moan as I wrap my fingers around him.
“Don’t,” he says through gritted teeth. “I won’t last, and I certainly don’t want to be coming all over your sideboard. I want that pleasure to be deep inside you.”
I reluctantly let him go, taking the open condom from his hands and sheathing him.
He scoops his hands under my ass and pulls me forward.
I let out a squeal, and he laughs.
He smiles as his gaze locks on mine.
“I have wanted this for so long.”
His words steal my breath, melting something deep in my chest.
He can’t mean it.
It’s something you say in the heat of the moment.
I spread my thighs once more, my body and desire taking over. His height makes sideboard sex perfect.
“Come here,” I say, sliding my ass to the edge of the counter. I take him in my hand, eliciting another groan from him as I line him up with my entrance.
I place his tip against my opening, and Elijah freezes.
I wrap my legs around his hips and press forward.
