I climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips, feeling his firm ass between my thighs. I couldn’t resist grinding my bare clit against the fine cotton sheets separating our flesh. “We?” I asked. “You do know that you and your dick don’t have two separate personalities, right?”
“He does have a mind of his own at times,” Elijah said, stretching his arms and tucking them under his pillow.
“How about now?” I asked, leaning forward, grinding in earnest. “Are you both thinking the same thing? Something about being satisfied and wanting to be left alone?” Elijah arched his back, pressing his ass tighter against my clit. I could’ve gotten off from the friction alone, but it wasn’t what I wanted. I relaxed my thighs, and he rolled over beneath me. The sheet shifted so the head of his cock and its first three inches peeked out from beneath it. “Your cock looks neither sleepy nor satisfied.”
“Every part of me wakes up craving you, Freckles. I’m always hungry for more,” Elijah said, slowly sliding his hands up from my spread knees while staring up into my eyes. I saw the truth in his soulful, brown eyes, and it never failed to make my breath catch and my pulse race. I wanted him more with every breath I took. “I will never get enough of you.” Words every woman longed to hear were made better by the sincerity with which they were spoken. Elijah made me feel cherished, adored, and wanted. “I will reach for you until my last breath.” His hands didn’t stop their upward glide until his thumbs reached my bare lips, and even though I saw his naked desire to be inside me, Elijah took his time running his thumbs up and down the silky skin until one of his thumbs got impatient and pressed firmly against my clit.
“Oh,” I said because he knew the perfect pressure to use while circling the sensitive nub. He knew how to make me writhe, moan, and groan. Elijah had turned me into a sex-starved beast. Maybe I was that way all along, but it took the right man to bring my true sexual self to the surface. He stroked his other thumb along my core, teasing and taunting, while he continued to circle my clit. I wanted to close my eyes and let my head fall back, but I couldn’t look away. He’d ensnared me in his dark, lusty gaze. “Elijah.” His name was a whispered plea to both slow time and speed it up. I wanted the feelings to last forever at the same time I wanted the waves of pleasure to wash over me right then and there.
“I’ll make you feel so good but not yet.”
I raised my hands and pressed them against the silk and lace bodice of the short, teal nightgown I wore. My breasts felt so heavy and ripe, my hard nipples were extra sensitive as they pressed into my palms, sending a jolt of pleasure to my clit. A sexy growl rumbled through Elijah, and for the first time that morning, I felt like I had the upper hand. I loved driving him crazy and testing the tenuous leash he kept on his lust.
“Show me your tits.” His already gravelly morning voice had become animalistic and primal. He was moments away from giving me what I wanted.
I slid one spaghetti strap down my left shoulder, revealing only one of my girls to his hungry gaze. I massaged the full, firm flesh and pinched my nipples, one hidden beneath silk and the other exposed to his lusty gaze. I knew he wouldn’t be satisfied until both tits were bared. He sure as hell enjoyed teasing my pussy, so why couldn’t I enjoy teasing him too. I glanced down and saw his cock was dripping precum onto his taut stomach, but he wasn’t at the level of desperation I wanted from him. I pushed the other strap down my arm then licked my thumbs before teasing my turgid peaks.
Elijah slid just the tip of his thumb inside my pussy, and just that little bit of friction was enough to set me off. “Lean over me, Freckles. Give me those pretty tits.”
Some women were highly offended by tits, cunt, and pussy talk, and I felt the same way before Elijah came along. He made me revel in my femininity and celebrate my womanhood. I didn’t need secret gardens and gentle lovemaking. I wanted to fuck, grunt, groan, and come like the animals we truly were. He reached me at my basest level, and I was whole for the first time in my life. I was so much more than a woman who’d survived cancer, a woman who couldn’t give him children of his own, a woman who was incomplete because her ovaries no longer worked. I wasn’t broken, dammit. I was who he wanted—needed—in his life. I was the one Elijah cherished and loved with every fiber of his being. I wasn’t ashamed of my needs; I fucking embraced them. Right then, I needed to ride his cock until I came.
Elijah didn’t try to prevent me from inching the sheet down until he was fully exposed, nor did he pretend he wasn’t ready to sink into my heat. He was a gentleman though and held his lady’s free hand while she lined up his erection to her core with the other. One snap of my hips buried him to the hilt, just where I wanted him. The sounds tumbling out of me were similar to a kitten’s purr but edgier. There was nothing cute about the way we made each other feel.
I leaned forward as I began to move, bringing my breasts closer to his face. At first, he seemed content to watch them bounce and sway over his head, but then his patience evaporated in a puff of smoke. He reached for my breasts, massaging them and flicking his thumbs over my nipples at the same time he lifted his hips and drove his cock deeper inside me. Teasing time was over and the chase to orgasm ensued. The friction of my clit against his pelvis and the broad head of his cock pounding my G-spot so deliciously had me crying out his name and coming in no time. I stilled my hips, letting my inner muscles milk his orgasm from him. Elijah arched his neck into his pillow and gritted his teeth as he tried to stave off his climax, but I wasn’t about to allow it. I reached behind me and firmly squeezed his balls.
“Fuck!” he roared, rolling me to my back and rutting between my thighs until he spilled inside me. Elijah collapsed on top of me, and I wrapped my arms and legs around his damp back to hold him against me. “Now my dick is satisfied,” he said, nuzzling his nose against my neck.
“How about your stomach?” I asked.
“A few minutes ago, I would’ve said it was doing fine.”
“And now?”
Elijah lifted his head and smiled down at me adoringly. “I need carbs and protein to nourish my muscles and brain after you fucked me senseless.”
“Good because we’re due at Milo and Andy’s house for Sunday brunch in thirty minutes.”
Elijah’s smile grew even broader. “I started to think those two would never get together. The stubborn asses held out during the months of renovations at the stores and apartment remodel above your businesses no matter how much you or anyone else meddled.”
“Until good ole Anthony locked them up in the attic the night Andy performed his home inspection for my mortgage company.”
“Or maybe they accidentally pulled the door closed, and locked themselves up there. I don’t want to think about why the door automatically locks when it’s closed. It feels like a scary movie where the homeowners are trying to keep an evil entity locked up.”
My heart squeezed painfully in my chest. It was probably ridiculous to feel so caught up in the history of my new home, especially the ghost residing with us, but I knew Anthony wasn’t some evil spirit. I had never felt any animosity from him. My cat and dog, Rascal and Lulu, weren’t afraid to live in the house, and pets were known to be sensitive to paranormal activity.
“Anthony isn’t evil, Elijah. He’s lonely and restless. I want to help him find peace.”
“I know, Freckles. I wasn’t trying to put your spectral buddy down. I just meant it’s very odd to have that kind of lock on an interior door. It makes perfect sense to have exterior doors lock automatically when they shut, but not an attic door. Something very wrong happened in the attic.”
A shiver of dread snaked down my spine. “Hopefully, Lyric will arrive soon and solve the mystery once and for all. I’d expected him to be here by now.”
“Me too,” Elijah said. “Maybe you’ll hear something from him shortly.” Then he slid from between my legs and kneeled between them, smirking when he saw the mess he left behind.
“You should just go ahead and pound your chest like an ape.”
Elijah pounded his chest and did his best Kong impersonation, making me laugh. “We’re down to twenty minutes now,” I told him.
“Quit lying there looking all sexy and satisfied then. You make me want to forget about food and stay in bed all day.”
