His hand cupped my cheek, and he dragged the pad of his thumb across my bottom lip. My breath caught in my chest as my heart thumped.
“Do you need something?” he asked. “Do you need me?”
His voice had dropped, becoming a deep, rumbled whisper.
I nodded, unable to form the words.
His gaze dropped from mine to my lips, and he slipped his thumb between my teeth to press against my tongue. I closed my mouth around the digit and swirled my tongue over the tip.
Our faces were close enough for me to see his pupils dilate rapidly at the caress of my mouth.
He pulled his thumb free, my bottom teeth scraping across the pad, and moved his hand to grip my hair. The tight grip on my ponytail tore a gasp from my throat, but it was muffled by his mouth.
The kiss was ferocious. His lips opened over mine and his tongue spiked into my mouth. A wave of heat swept through my entire body as he used his grasp on my hair to tilt my head to the angle he wanted.
Bit by bit, the pressure of his lips gentled. My hold on his arms relaxed, and I ran my palms over his shoulders, up to the back of his neck. The kiss lost its vicious desperation, morphing into a tender exploration.
The tight clutch in my abdomen relaxed, spreading heat throughout my body. I melted into him, curling my body around his torso.
His other hand moved from my hip, slipping beneath my shirt to cup my breast. His thumb stroked across my nipple, the caress bringing it to a tight peak. I cradled his face as our lips meshed and parted, our tongues tangling. He tasted like the coconut sticky rice we had for dessert with an undertone of spice.
I reached between us and tugged the hem of his t-shirt up his abdomen, pulling it until it was completely off. I tossed it to the side and ran my hands over his shoulders and chest. His skin was smooth and hot beneath my palms, and I could feel his heart pounding against my hands.
My shirt joined his on the floor, and he grasped my waist, using his hold to shift me until I was straddling his lap. His hands moved up to the center of my spine, pressing until I arched my back. The position lifted my breasts until they were even with his mouth. I gasped as his mouth closed over my nipple, sucking and nibbling. I rolled my hips against him, riding the ridge of his erection.
His mouth became voracious at my nipple before moving to my other breast. I shuddered when I felt the edge of his teeth close around the tip and tug. I fisted two handfuls of his hair, unsure if I wanted to hold him closer or push him away.
“Eli, I need you.” My voice was ragged and breathless.
“I’m right here,” he murmured against my breast.
“I need you inside me.”
I whispered the words against his lips, and a moment later, he was on his feet. I yelped and wrapped my legs around his hips, squeezing tightly. My body bounced with his steps until we were in my bedroom. Then, my back was against the mattress.
Elijah released me and straightened, his hands moving straight to the waistband of my pants. He whipped them down my legs and let them drop to the floor. Once I was naked, he tore his own pants down.
We stared at each other in the dim light of my bedroom, both of us breathing hard. I opened my mouth to tell him to hurry, but he dropped to his knees, yanked my hips to the edge of the bed, and buried his face between my thighs. My back arched, and a moan tore from my throat at the sensation of his lips and tongue on my clit. He wasn’t teasing or taking it slow. He was pushing me to the edge, hard and fast.
I thrashed beneath the onslaught, and he pinned my hips down with one forearm. His other hand moved up my stomach to my breast, and he pinched my nipple between his thumb and index finger.
My muscles locked down as I trembled on the edge of orgasm. The pleasure was so sharp and intense that it nearly burned. Just before I went over, his mouth disappeared.
“No!” I cried, my fingers reaching between my legs.
His fingers wrapped around my wrist, pulling my hand away. “Don’t.” He placed my hand on my abdomen. “Keep it there.”
I wanted to argue, but he was already opening my nightstand drawer, pulling out the box of condoms I’d kept there since we started hooking up regularly. I squirmed on the bed as he ripped open the foil package and rolled the latex over his cock.
He grasped my hips, dragging me forward until my ass hung over the edge of the bed. His hand moved between us, and I felt the head of him at my opening. A moment later, he was inside me. His strokes were deep and hard, but slow. Just the way I liked it.
I shuddered with each thrust, hot tingles spreading from my core to the rest of my body. A whimper fell from my lips because, as good as it felt, it wasn’t quite enough.
“Go ahead, baby. Make yourself come on my cock,” he commanded.
My fingers moved from my belly to my clit, moving over the slippery bud in quick, tight circles. He pushed one of my thighs wide and lifted my other leg until it was over his shoulder, splitting me open so he could watch each movement of my hand and his cock inside me.
Small throaty sounds escaped me as I drew closer and closer to the precipice.
