“Oh, most definitely. I have blue balls, thanks to my daughter.”
I moan as my desire skyrockets. All that pent-up desire. My fingers tingle with the need to touch this man. I’m already wet, my core pulsing with need. I moan as his lips move to my neck, finding that sensitive spot that leaves me weak at the knees.
I cradle his head as his lips nip and suck.
“I’ve missed this,” I whisper into the air.
“Then I need to rectify that. I can’t leave you wanting.”
Before I know what he’s about to do, Elijah scoops me up in his arms and deposits me on the edge of the bed.
He drops to his knees in front of me, and I watch his tongue snake out and lick his lips. His hands slide up my thighs and move my skirt up and out of the way.
I bite my lip, knowing Elijah is going to find me wet and ready. Just being around the man puts me in the mood, and I want his cock deep inside me. These past two weeks have been a lesson in restraint.
Elijah’s eyes don’t leave mine as his fingers play with the lacy edge of my panties.
I bite down on my lip to suppress the moan that threatens to escape, as he pulls the material to one side, exposing my heated flesh to his gaze and the cool air of the room.
“Beautiful,” he says, dropping his head forward and out of sight, my skirt obscuring the view. My head drops back as his tongue sweeps from my opening to my clit.
“Elijah,” I hiss as he drops light kisses on the area. My desire leaks out of me, readying me.
“All good things,” he says, taking my clit between his lips and sucking gently.
My hips all but leap from the bed as desire shoots straight to my core.
“Ahh,” I croak as he continues to suck my swollen flesh, his finger moving to my opening, playing with the hole that begs to be filled.
My hands move to his head, grasping it to me, not wanting the sensation to end.
He sinks a finger into my body, my hips taking on a life of their own as they move in time with his movements and mouth.
When he curls his finger into my wall, I shudder, the sensation almost too much. He repeats the movement over and over until I’m writhing beneath his hands. I hold his head with one hand and raise the other to my mouth. Biting down on it to prevent myself from crying out.
Tears spring to my eyes as I’m overwhelmed with the feelings he’s provoking in me.
“Elijah,” I choke.
“Come for me, Pen,” he demands.
He inserts a second finger, pumping in and out as my body detonates around his digits.
My body shudders, my walls contracting hard.
“Fuck,” Elijah says.
His tongue now slowly lapping at my clit as I come down from my high, my shudders slowing.
I lie back and stare at the ceiling, my body spent. My legs shake, my womb still giving off tiny convulsions. I close my eyes.
The bed dips next to me.
I open my eyes and stare at the man who is turning my world upside down.
His thumb comes up and wipes my cheek, coming away glistening.
I swipe at my eyes, surprised to find them damp.
