“Did I hurt you, Pen?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.
“No, it definitely wasn’t pain, unless you call, wringing every ounce of emotion out of me. Geez, Elijah, I don’t even want to know where you learned that.”
His cheeks darken.
I tilt my head, and he chuckles.
I reach up and pull him down, my mouth finding his, tasting myself on his lips. I push him onto his back, straddling him, my knees on either side of his waist, my skirt hitched up.
Elijah groans as he thrusts himself up against my core.
“I need you,” he says.
I slide my hand between us, undoing his jeans and helping push them down his hips, along with his boxers.
“Shit, condom,” he hisses as I cradle him between the lips of my pussy.
“I’ve been tested. I’m clean,” I tell him.
“Me too,” he says.
“I’m also on the pill,” I admit.
Although I was due to come off it after the wedding, glad now I hadn’t jumped the gun. A pregnancy now will not be ideal.
“Are you sure?” Elijah asks, his hips tipping as he rocks himself between my legs, coating himself in my juices.
“Absolutely.”
I lift up, taking Elijah in my hand.
“Stop. I want to see you,” he says.
I bite my lip and scoot backwards until I’m standing. I unzip my skirt and drop it to the floor, along with my soaking panties. I pull off my top and unclip my bra, letting my breasts fall free. They’re not large, but the way Elijah looks at them...
I stifle a moan as he sits up and shrugs out of his t-shirt and jeans until he, like me, is naked.
“Come here,” he says, lying back, allowing me to climb up his body.
I resettle above his throbbing cock.
“I need you,” I say. “My body wants you deep inside, stretching me. I want to feel your cum coating my insides.”
It’s Elijah’s turn to moan. He takes himself in his hand and I lift up, allowing him to align himself.
I feel him breach my entrance, my body stretching to accommodate his size. I press down, and we both exhale as I sink on to him.
“Pen,” he hisses as he bottoms out.
I can’t pull my gaze away. I move, slowly lifting myself up and down. His hands grip my hips as he helps control my movements. He sits up, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping. My hands grasp his head as our bodies continue their frantic dance. I feel the pressure once again building in my core as my clit rubs against his pubic bone.
“I’m going to come,” I hiss, pulling his head away from my breast and locking my mouth on his, our kiss desperate.
“Then come for me. Milk my cock. I want to feel your muscles with nothing between us.”
His words have me exploding. I didn’t think my orgasms could get any more intense.
“Fuck!” Elijah swells inside me, my muscles clamping down hard.
