My back arched at the sensation.
“Look at how you take my cock.”
He pulled out a few inches, waiting until I opened my eyes and looked down at where our bodies were joined. Then, he thrust back inside as he pulled me forward, using his hold on my hips to rock me against him.
My breath stuttered in my chest. He was so deep in this position. I could feel every inch of him. When he pulled out again, one of his hands released my hip and trailed over my lower abdomen until his thumb swept through the wetness leaking out of me. I couldn’t hold back the sound that escaped me when his thumb lightly circled my clit as he forged inside my body again. The touch of his thumb was featherlight in contrast to his heavy thrusts. I bucked my hips, trying to get more contact, more pressure. Something.
He pulled away slightly, shaking his head.
“Uh, uh, uh,” he murmured. “I told you not to move.”
I stared up at him, panting, and retorted, “Then give me what I need.”
“What do you need?” he asked, his thumb returning to my clit for another slow, gentle pass over it.
“Harder. Deeper.”
“Like this?”
He pinched my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he slammed inside of me, shifting my body an inch up the bed.
“Yes!” I cried out, my hands reaching out to grasp his forearms. “Just like that.”
My fingernails dug into his forearms as he powered into me. Each thrust shifted my body enough to tug at my clit where his fingers held it firmly. It bordered on pain, but in the best possible way.
His other hand clenched my hip, tugging me forward into the surge of his hips. The sound our bodies made as they crashed together was loud and wet. A ragged moan tore from my throat as the sensations built in intensity. My thighs tensed, and my heels dug into the edge of the mattress as my body wound tighter and tighter.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, Brown Eyes.”
His voice was deep and rough, and his words brought goose bumps out on my skin. His fingers tightened on my clit and tugged. The added pressure and pain took me over the edge.
My back arched as a cry tore from my throat. Elijah released my clit but used his thumb to circle it, pushing my orgasm harder and longer. I grabbed onto his wrists and looked up at him as my body convulsed.
His jaw was tight and his eyes half-lidded as he stared down at my naked body. When our eyes met, he groaned and slammed inside of me. I felt like he could see right through me to the need that lived inside of me. I would always need this and more. I would need his body, yes, but also this wild, electric connection that felt as inevitable as it was fragile.
His fingers moved from the apex of my thighs to my other hip, grasping me tightly. He bucked inside of me, leaning forward until I was pinned beneath him.
Elijah’s weight pressed my hips into the bed, and his hands left me to rest on the mattress on either side of my head. Our faces were only a few inches apart. I reached up, cradling his cheek with my palm. Lifting my head, I pressed my lips to his, hoping he would feel a fraction of what I was feeling. His tongue skimmed my bottom lip until I opened my mouth and then it slid inside.
We kissed, deep and wet, for a few minutes until he slowly lifted his head.
“I have to deal with the condom,” he murmured.
I nodded and released my hold on his face. I’d wrapped my legs around his hips while we kissed. I released him and watched as he straightened. A tremor ran through my body when his cock slid out of me.
His hand trailed from my shoulder, down over my breast and abdomen, as he stepped back. I watched as he walked out of my bedroom to the bathroom down the hall, pulling his pants back up his hips. The muscles in his back flexed with each step, and I was unable to tear my eyes away until he disappeared from sight.
The light came on in the bathroom, illuminating the hall, before the door shut.
As soon as I was alone, I began to wonder if I’d made a mistake. Then, I realized it didn’t matter. It was done. Worrying about it wouldn’t undo it. I took a deep breath and reminded myself of the lessons I’d learned over the years. Mistakes made us human. I had to accept that and keep moving forward.
As I released the air in my lungs, I decided my next step would be to put on a pair of sleep shorts and a tank.
I rolled off the bed and moved to my dresser. I’d just opened the second drawer and pulled out the clothes when I heard the bathroom door open again.
I glanced over my shoulder and saw Elijah sauntering back down the hall. He didn’t stop at the door but came further into the room and shoved his pants down his legs. He kicked off his shoes before stepping out of his pants. His socks followed.
Naked, he walked over to me, taking the clothes from my hands and tossing them back in the drawer. He shut it and pulled me toward the bed before I was able to gather my thoughts enough to speak.
