Instead, I nodded and placed my hand over his. “My apartment is less than ten minutes from here.”
Chapter Six
Just like the night of Chris and Lucy’s wedding, Elijah and I burst through my apartment door. Only this time his mouth was already on mine, and his hands were all over me.
I pulled away long enough to turn back, shut the door, and lock it. As I did, he crowded me against the door until my breasts pressed against the cool surface, his fingers gathering the material of my skirt in slow motions and lifting it higher and higher until it was bunched up around my hips. His fingertips slipped over my skin, tracing the line of lace that curved from my hip down to gusset of my panties.
I shivered as he took two steps back from the door, pulling me with him and grinding his erection against me. One of his hands moved from my hip to the back of my neck. He gripped me gently, bending me forward until I planted my hands on the door.
“Don’t move,” he instructed.
I shivered again as he trailed his fingers down the outside of my thighs, dragging my underwear to my knees. The lacy garment fell, pooling on the floor at my feet.
“Step out.”
I followed his instructions, setting my feet back down in a wider stance. I wanted him to see me. To see how much I wanted him.
“Arch your back.”
As he gave the command, his hand pressed on the top of my ass, guiding me to follow his instructions.
My breath caught in my throat as his hands moved to grasp the cheeks of my ass, pulling them apart. His thumb slipped down and pressed inside my pussy. I could hear the soft, wet sound my body made as he pulled it out and thrust it inside again. His other hand ghosted between my legs until he pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger.
A tremor ran down my spine as he rubbed my clit between his fingers, gently at first, then firmer. My knees went weak when the thumb inside me became two fingers. He angled them to rub against the front wall of my pussy, and a low moan escaped me as hot pleasure pulsed between my legs.
“That’s it,” he murmured. “Let me hear you.”
He added a third finger inside me, and my head flew back as a cry escaped my mouth. The fingers at my clit released their hold and circled the pulsing bundle of nerves, winding me tighter. My legs tensed and shook as he fucked me harder and faster with his other hand.
“You’re getting close, aren’t you? Your pussy is getting so tight and wet. So fucking hot.”
I groaned when he pulled his fingers out of me and smacked my ass. “Answer me. Are you getting close, Brown Eyes?”
“Yes!” I cried. “I’m close!”
Instead of pressing his fingers back inside of me, he leaned forward, and I felt the warm wash of his breath on my pussy before he shoved his tongue inside me. The touch of his tongue was so unexpected that it threw me over the edge. My forehead hit the door as my upper body collapsed against it.
Elijah pushed between my legs, his shoulders propping me up as he devoured me from behind. My hands clawed at the door as my orgasm crested. White lights burst behind my eyelids, and words spilled from my mouth, but I had no idea what I was saying. Whether I was begging him to stop or to keep going. Or just speaking gibberish as I came harder than I’d ever come before.
Just as the pleasure skated the razor’s edge of pain, his touch at my clit eased. My entire body gave one last convulsive twitch before his mouth pulled away from my pussy. His lips skimmed over my thigh before he sank his teeth into the bottom curve of my ass.
I didn’t have the energy to do more than sigh as his mouth moved up the right cheek of my ass, followed by his hands squeezing and shaping the globes.
“You come so pretty for me, Brown Eyes,” he murmured. “Such a good girl.”
Oh, shit. He had to go and do that. After years spent desperate for approval and hours upon hours of therapy and books on mental health, I thought I’d left my need for verbal praise behind. Obviously, I was wrong.
Hearing those words of praise from him slid beneath my skin, burrowing into my chest until they coiled around my heart, squeezing until I swear the organ stopped beating for a moment.
Elijah rose to his feet behind me, his hands grasping my hips when I swayed. I left my forehead resting against the door when he stepped closer, his body curving over mine.
“You okay?” he asked, his lips gliding down the side of my neck.
I nodded, keeping my eyes shut. My breath was still coming in short pants, and I was fighting to get my traitorous body back under control.
I loved that he checked in on me. He made sure I wasn’t hurt or overwhelmed. It made me feel…cherished.
Elijah slipped his palms up my side and around until he cupped my breasts in his hands. My nipples immediately tightened, and his thumbs brushed over the hard tips in slow, easy sweeps. I shivered. He must have felt the shudder run through me because he pressed closer, surrounding me with his body.
