“Pen,” he hisses as he breaches my entrance, sinking into my body. His size stretches me, but my previous orgasm and his fingers have eased the way as we come together in the most intimate way possible.
He presses forward, pulling me towards him, his hands clasping my ass. He pauses, allowing my body time to accustom to his size, before sinking deeper.
I bite my lip, Elijah’s tongue teasing it from between my teeth before sinking into my mouth. By the time he’s fully seated, we’re both panting.
When our eyes meet, his expression takes my breath away.
I lift my hand and cup his cheek the way he did mine earlier.
“Elijah,” I whisper.
He leans forward, his lips closing over mine.
“God, Pen,” he whispers against me. “You’ve no idea?—”
Our kiss deepens as he begins to move. I squeal and laugh as he pulls me up off the side and into his chest, his hands and arms supporting me.
I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him close. Our tongues duel. The pressure deep in my body begins to build once more as he touches places deep inside, places I never imagined existed.
I lock my ankles behind his waist, our tongues and teeth clashing as our desire skyrockets. He moves me up and down his cock, his muscles bulging as he takes my weight as if it’s nothing.
Lifting me, his mouth closes over my nipple, and I bury my hands in his hair, holding him close, before dropping back down.
He returns me to the side, the cold of the granite making my heated core clench. Elijah hisses as my muscles squeeze around him.
“I want to feel you come all over my cock.”
“Your wish is my desire,” I say, shuddering at the sheer desire in his voice.
When his fingers find my clit, my hands move to his shoulders, my muscles tighten, my body taking on a life of its own as I ride him hard, sliding up and down his rock-hard cock, the pressure building once more until I can’t hold it any longer. I yell in part pain, part frustration.
“Come for me,” Elijah demands, and my body does exactly that.
My muscles clamp around him hard, milking him over and over as he rides my orgasm, sliding in and out until I feel his body jerk, his orgasm filling the condom. The only thing between us.
I sit up, my legs and arms still wrapped around him. I bury my face in his neck, trying to catch my breath as I run my hands over the silky smooth flesh of his back. He stands upright and pulls me flush against him, his breathing as ragged as mine.
“I…” he starts to say.
I press my cheek more firmly against his shoulder, my nose buried against his throat.
I’m not sure how long we stay like that, but eventually, Elijah pulls back, clasping the end of the condom as he withdraws.
When he remains silent, I look up and into his face, unsure what I’m going to find.
Does he think this was a mistake?
What I see there makes my shoulders relax at the gentle smile playing on his lips.
“Well, that was unexpected,” he says.
His words make me grin.
“You could say that,” I reply, laying a hand against his naked chest, just above his heart, my other sliding up over his shoulder.
I should be embarrassed. I’m sitting on the side in my kitchen, my body coming down from two of the strongest orgasms I’ve ever experienced, having handed control to someone who has been a friend on and off for years.
Should I be surprised Elijah likes to take control?
