But Elijah was demanding, nearly rough, and it ratcheted the tension inside me to a nearly unbearable level. Before the climax could explode between my legs, Elijah shifted, half standing, before he twisted to toss me on the mattress. He loomed over me, his hands smoothing over my thighs where the silky fabric clung to me. “How do we take this off?” he asked.
My only answer was to push myself up into a sitting position and reach for the short zipper on my side. He stepped back, straightening, and his hands went to the buttons of his shirt.
As I wiggled out of my dress, leaving me clad only in a pair of tiny panties, Elijah watched me as his fingers slipped the buttons free. His shirt fell open, revealing his bare torso. The shyness that I was beginning to feel melted away. All I could do was stare as he stripped the material from his upper body and dropped it on the ground.
“The panties, too,” he commanded as his fingers went to the buckle of his belt.
I tucked my thumbs in the waistband and lifted my hips. By the time I’d worked them to my ankles and tossed them aside, Elijah bent to shove his pants down. When he straightened, he flicked his wrist, tossing a strip of condoms on the nightstand. Distracted by the motion of his hand, I barely saw a flash of his hard cock, before he leaned forward, shoved my legs wide, and closed his mouth over my pussy.
A gasping moan escaped me, so loud that I clapped my hand over my mouth to muffle the next one. Without missing a beat, Elijah reached up and yanked my palm away from my lips.
“I want to hear you. Every sound you make. Every time you can’t catch your breath. Whether you’ll gasp my name or scream it when you come. All of it.”
I could feel how wide my eyes were as I stared down my body at his face. His bright blue gaze was locked on my face as he leaned down and ran the tip of his tongue from my entrance to my clit, the touch featherlight.
I couldn’t control the shiver that ran through me or how my nipples beaded tighter and throbbed. He did it again, this time with the flat of his tongue, and my head fell back as a low moan escaped me.
He slowly released my wrist, as though he wanted to be sure I wouldn’t cover my mouth again. When my fingers moved straight to his hair and pulled his face deeper into my pussy, I felt more than heard the deep sound that rumbled from his chest. Not quite a growl and not quite a laugh, the vibration speared straight through my body.
Then, he devoured me.
I wanted to watch him, to take in every sound and expression on his face, but I couldn’t lift my head to see. I was too busy shifting and squirming beneath the onslaught of his mouth, my body clenching as he slid, first one, then two fingers deep inside me.
Then, he hooked them, pressing hard against a spot that was so sensitive my entire body jolted. His mouth zeroed in on my clit—alternating between licking and suckling it until I was reduced to a babbling mess, incoherent words interspersed with broken moans and groans.
I couldn’t help it as I lifted my hips, pressing my clit deeper into his mouth, as I felt the sharp edge of my climax rising. It was coming, and it was going to be huge.
He knew it, too. His tongue flicked my clit harder as he sucked it, and his fingers worked inside me, building the pressure to an unbearable level.
“Elijah,” I whimpered.
Then, it hit me. A ragged cry tore from my throat as I convulsed on the mattress. He moved onto the bed, cupping my hips in his hands and lifting me up until only shoulders and head rested on the bed. My thighs locked around his face, and my entire body undulated from the force of the spasms rolling through me. He wrapped his arms around my lower belly, pinning me against his body as he continued to torture my clit, drawing out my orgasm until it was nearly painful.
“Oh, my God,” I gasped as the orgasm built straight into another, this one so sharp and fierce that I was afraid my soul was going to leave my body permanently. “Please stop,” I begged. “I can’t. I can’t.”
It wasn’t until I cried out those words that the intensity of his mouth eased, and the movements of his lips and tongue brought me down from the mind-blowing orgasm.
Once my upper body was limp on the mattress, he slowly lowered my hips until my ass rested on his upper thighs. I felt the hard press of his cock beneath me.
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, staring down at me. My chest was still heaving as I tried to catch my breath.
Holy shit.
A smirk tugged at his mouth, and I realized that, not only was I still tipsy as hell, but I’d said that out loud.
Heat rose in my cheeks, but I found myself laughing at the cocky expression he wore.
“Still a yes?” he asked.
“Definitely.”
The arrogant smirk he wore was immediately replaced with a hungry expression. He reached out, grabbing the strip of three condoms he’d thrown on my nightstand. With my ass still resting on his lap, he tore one packet free and ripped it open with his teeth.
He shifted me back and reached down to roll it over his length. My eyes widened when I realized how thick his cock was. I squirmed on his lap as I watched him roll the thin latex over his girth.
My hands drifted up the sides of his legs and I raked my nails back down his skin. His chest swelled as he took a deep breath, his brilliant gaze moving from what he was doing to mine.
“Are you ready?” he asked.
