For the first time in my life, I embraced the rawness and boldness that seemed to drive him wild. I wanted to come with Elijah’s tongue in my pussy, and I was going to get it. He reached between my thighs and began rubbing little circles against my swollen, nerve-laden clit. I didn’t whimper and plead, I growled and demanded, “More.”
Elijah gripped my panties in his hands and ripped them as easily as tearing a blade of grass in two. My body tightened all over as he worked me closer and closer to my orgasm with his deft tongue and finger. The position pulled my hamstrings tight, but I knew my legs were shaking from pleasure, not pain.
He pulled back suddenly, stood up, and then playfully swatted my ass. “Up the stairs,” he gruffly said.
I stood up too fast and was a bit dizzy. I didn’t want to continue up the stairs; I wanted to come.
“I’m going to strip you bare, lay you down, then bury my head between your thighs until you come. I thought you might appreciate a more comfortable location.”
That was enough to get me going again. When we reached my room, I turned to face him. I put my hand on his chest to halt his progress. He unleashed a side of me I never knew existed, and I was giving the horny bitch free reign. I slid my hands between my legs and teased my clit before I delved my fingers between my lips, coating my fingers with my wetness.
The wildness I saw in his eyes spurred me on, and I continued to toy with myself in front of him. I used just enough pressure to tease and arouse, but not enough to make myself come. I saw in his eyes when he reached the breaking point. Elijah opened his mouth to protest his treatment, but I silenced him by pressing one of my wet fingers against his lips.
Elijah growled and grabbed my wrist before I could pull it back. He sucked the two digits I’d used to finger myself into his mouth. His eyes never left mine as he cleaned my fingers thoroughly.
“My turn.”
He whipped my skirt down my legs and I stood there bare from the waist down. It felt dirty, raw, and so fucking thrilling that my heart thundered hard in my chest, drowning out any sort of protest the practical side of me might’ve voiced. He was a complete stranger after all—one that made me burn with the desire to fuck like I’ve never known. My eyes dared him to do his worst.
Elijah slowly pulled my sweater set over my head like he was savoring every inch of my skin that he revealed. Then I stood before him wearing a lacy bra that hid nothing from his eyes, a pearl necklace, and a wanton smile. He placed his hands on my hips and left them there while he feasted his eyes on my cleavage. I started to reach for the clasp between my breasts, but his words stopped me.
“Leave it.” Elijah’s voice was rough and his features were as hard as stone from arousal. His cock strained beneath his jeans, and I couldn’t wait to feel him pounding inside me.
Elijah walked me backwards and laid me on the bed but he still didn’t move to uncover the breasts he couldn’t stop staring at. He cupped my knees and spread my legs wide, but didn’t go down on me. Instead, he situated his fully clothed body between them, lowered his head, and teased a taut nipple through the lace with his tongue. Feeling his hot breath against my sensitive nipples had me bucking beneath him. I wanted to feel that mouth even lower. I cried out when he sucked the lace-covered nipple hard into his mouth.
I dug my nails into his skin, but his flannel shirt acted as a buffer. Elijah grunted his pleasure then turned his attention to my other breast. I dug my heels into the bed and pushed my pelvis against his stomach. The friction was enough to make my eyes roll back into my head. It wouldn’t take much to set me off after the tongue-lashing he gave me on the staircase.
“Don’t you dare come without my tongue in your pussy,” he said darkly as he pushed my breasts together. Elijah lowered his head and licked the swells that rose above the lace cups before he nestled his nose in the valley between them. Without warning, he gripped the fabric and tore it too. I gasped at the sting of the lace scraping against my skin, but it was all forgotten when nothing stood between his mouth and my bare flesh.
Elijah ravaged my breasts in the best possible way. My nipples were licked, sucked, nibbled, and even scraped with his scruffy chin until Elijah had his fill. Then he released them and locked his eyes on mine as he scooted down my body.
“Ready to come?”
“Gee, I’m not… Fuck!” I yelled when Elijah sucked my swollen clit into his mouth at the same time he slid a finger inside my soaking cunt. It was like he had the GPS coordinates to my G-spot because he nailed it on the first try. A second finger joined the first and he worked me in and out, driving me out of my mind. “Oh… Oh… Fuck!” Elijah pulled his fingers out of me and pressed that hand against my stomach to hold me still while he speared my opening with his tongue. His nose bumped against my clit, sending me spiraling over the edge. Every muscle in my body pulled tight as I arched my back off the bed. My orgasm flowed through my body like a heat wave, starting below my belly button then spreading up and down my body. I didn’t even try to stave off my response to him. I bucked my hips against his face as my pussy spasmed around his tongue.
Elijah sucked and laved between my legs like it was the best thing he’d ever had until the last spasm faded. My body’s descent from pleasure was like a feather drifting on a breeze, slow and airy. Then I looked into the hungriest dark eyes I’d ever seen and knew we were just getting started.
He rose to his knees and yanked his flannel shirt off his strong shoulders and down his long arms. I jackknifed to a sitting position and grabbed the hem of his black T-shirt and tugged upward. Elijah reached behind him and grabbed the neck of the shirt and whipped it over his head, leaving me eye level with that sexy chest and stomach I’d thought so much about since I first laid my eyes on it.
I leaned forward and teased his navel with my tongue while I boldly cupped him through his jeans. I looked up into his eyes while I worked his button loose, pulled his zipper down, and licked the skin just above the waistband of his underwear. He tasted bold and spicy; I couldn’t wait to sample the rest of him. I gave Elijah a dose of his own medicine when I placed my nose against his underwear and breathed him in. Lord, his arousal triggered mine to fire back up again. I sucked the head of his dick through the cotton and tasted his salty essence on my tongue. The groans I pulled from him told me how much he liked it, so I continued to tease him, noting the circle of wetness on his underwear was spreading and getting bigger the more excited he became.
Elijah put his hand on my neck and slid it up into my hair, clinching my curls in a fist, but not hard enough to hurt me. I knew what he wanted; and I was going to give it to him.
