His hands rest on my hips, steadying me, and I feel the pulse of him beneath my lips.
We’re silent except for the soft sounds of our breaths and the quiet thump of our hearts syncing together.
In that moment, nothing else matters—just the two of us, learning each other in the slowest, sweetest way.
I trail my lips lower, letting a slow, teasing kiss brush against the curve of his neck. Elijah’s breath catches, a deep, low sound vibrating through him. My hands slide beneath his shirt, fingertips pressing into the hot skin of his back as I pull him closer.
His pulse beats against my lips, and I can feel the heat radiating from him. My tongue flicks out, tasting the salty sweetness of his skin. I want to savor every inch.
When my lips reach the edge of his waistband, I pause just long enough to look up, catching the fire burning in his dark eyes. No hesitation. Just raw desire. I smile against his skin, then slowly, deliberately, undo the button, sliding my hand inside his pants and touching him. He's already hard, and so damn big. A part of me is worried that I can't take him, but I decide that I'll just enjoy making him lose control like he did with me.
Elijah’s hips shift forward, pressing into me, silently begging for more. His breathing quickens, shallow and ragged, and I feel the muscles in his jaw clench as he tries to hold back the moans rising in his throat.
“I need to hear you, I want to know if what I'm doing to you gives you pleasure.” - I tell him, while my tongue traces a path lower, teasing the sensitive skin just above his beltline. And he groans. I undo his jeans and slowly push them down with his underwear. His cock springs free, slapping against his abs and I giggle. He arches a brow, with a look that says "are you laughing at me princess?"
I lick a slow, wet stripe, then suck gently, tasting him fully. He groans, deep and guttural, his hands tangling in my hair with a mix of urgency and tenderness. His fingers curl around the strands, pulling me closer as if he can’t get enough of me. I run my tongue all over his cock, focusing on the head, savoring his precum, moaning as his flavor explodes in my mouth. His body trembles beneath my touch, every shiver echoing his pleasure.
“Fuuck, Ava…” he murmurs, voice thick with need. “You’re driving me insane.
His hips roll against my mouth, slow and demanding, and I take it as a challenge. So I take him in my mouth, as far as I can. He's big, but also thick, and I'm rather inexperienced. But thatdoesn't seem to matter because Elijah moans and grunts with each thrust, and that fuels me to keep pleasuring him, to worship him harder, to make every breath, every flick of my tongue, a promise of how much I want him.
His moans grow louder, desperate now, and I know I’m pushing him closer to the edge. And I don't stop, I keep going.
He pulls me up, lips crashing against mine in a fierce, possessive kiss, hands roaming my body like he’s memorizing every curve.
“I’m yours,” he breathes against my mouth, voice raw. “All of me.”
“Then let me finish what I started. I want to… I need to taste you.” - I plead with him. He gives me another brutal kiss and then he guides me back down.
I don't waste any time, continuing with what I thought he liked before, and my God. Giving pleasure to a man who makes you feel like a goddess is a whole other level of pleasure.
“Ava, fuck, you're incredible. Your mouth feels like heaven, baby.”
And in that moment, I’m his—completely and utterly.
I don’t stop. Every inch of him tastes like fire and raw need, and I’m addicted to the way he trembles under my touch. My hands grip his hips, pulling him closer, taking him deeper, slow and deliberate, driving him crazy with every teasing move.
Elijah’s breath hitches sharply, a low growl rumbling deep in his chest. His hands thread through my hair, gripping gently but possessively, as if I’m the only thing holding him together.
“Fuck, Ava,” he pants, voice rough and thick with desire. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
His eyes burn with hunger, dark and dangerous. I catch that wicked gleam and smirk—he’s got a filthy mind, and it’s all on me.
When I ease back just enough to give him a breath, his hands slide in my hair, and just hold me there. And then I feel him get harder inside my mouth and I know he's close. And that springs me to try and take him deeper, I gag around him and his breath hitches. A string of curses mixed with praise for me come out of his mouth at the same time as his moans.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck baby. I'm so close. Ava, Goddammit I'm gonna cum. Fuuuck”
He hasn't even finished his last word when I feel him cumming in my mouth, his release filling my mouth as I do everything I can to swallow everything he's giving me. When it ends, and he comes down from his high, he pulls me tight against him, lips crashing on mine in a kiss so fierce it steals my breath, that allows him to taste himself and … Fuck if that isnt the most erotic thing ive ever experienced.
“Your turn,” he rasps against my lips, voice dripping with promise—and filthy anticipation.
He wastes no time. His hands slide under the hem of my shirt, his touch light but electric, and his mouth trails kisses down my neck, low and slow, like he’s memorizing every inch.
“God, you taste incredible,” he murmurs, voice husky and thick with lust. “You’re driving me crazy, baby.”
His lips find the spot just below my ear, sucking gently, making me shiver. I arch into him, craving more of that delicious torment.
Elijah’s hands explore with reverent hunger, fingers tracing the curves he’s been dreaming about for years.
