Our bodies slide against one another’s as Elijah steps onto the drop cloth and bends to his knees. He sets me down on the canvas ass-first, never breaking our kiss as he eases me down with the pressure of his mouth on mine, crawling over me as he does.
When our lips part, he pushes up on his arms, staring down at me, at the paint we've already put on the canvas.
"Is this okay?" I ask, needing him to know that we can stop anytime.
He smears a hand over the canvas next to my body and shivers, staring down at the gold mark he made. "It's more than okay, Angel."
Are there tears in his eyes?
"It's perfect."
He kisses me.
"You're perfect."
When his lips meet mine again, I moan into him, arching my back, needing the press of him against my body.
He takes the hint, settling heavily between my legs as his tongue parts the seam of my lips to claim my mouth and steal the air from my lungs.
When he groans, the rumble of it vibrates in my own chest and I dig my fingers into his lower back.
Elijah rolls his hips forward, rubbing himself on my soaked pussy. When he does it a second time, the ball of his piercing rubs against me as he strokes his length on my clit. I desperately try to angle myself, dying for the pressure of him inside me.
He laughs against my mouth, pinning my hip down with his as he continues his slow, torturous strokes, each time edging lower until his tip issoclose to pushing inside. I pant into his mouth until I can't take it anymore, and try to reach between us.
But Elijah is quick to stop me, snatching up my hands to pin them to the canvas overhead as he rubs himself all over my clit, and that piercing…fuck, it's so good.
"You're so wet, Angel."
"P-please," I stutter as he almost slips into me, but stops just shy of it, continuing to rub himself against me, in shorter, quicker thrusts that make my core heat and tighten. "I want you inside of me."
"I know, but you're so close."
And I am.
Holy shit, I wanted him in me so badly that I didn't realizehowclose he has me without even getting inside me.
When I start to squirm and my breaths come quicker, he releases my wrists to push my hips down more firmly as he slideshis cock all over my pussy, edging me closer and closer until I cry out. Only once my orgasm starts to rip through me does Elijah push his cock into my pussy.
The sudden pressure and the sensation of his piercing pressing against that perfect spot inside me makes me buck against him. Makes me pull in a strained breath that exits my throat in a whine as he rolls his hilt against me in a tight, quick movement.
He groans with pleasure and I throw my arms out for something to hold on to as he starts to move. He catches my hand, twining his fingers with mine as he coaxes my orgasm to its highest peak, making me shatter on his cock.
"Come here," he says in a husky whisper before I've even come down, and I'm half delirious as he slips out of me and drags me up to a seated position.
"I need you on your knees, Angel."
I lick my lips, a little unsteady in the slippery paint as I shift onto my knees on the canvas and Elijah lays flat on his back in front of me.
I have no idea what he's doing until he shimmies closer and pries my knees open to push his head between them.
"Oh fuck."
Elijah grips my thighs, guiding me so my knees are on either side of his face.
"What are you?—"
I moan as he grips my hips and draws my pussy to his face, his tongue hot against my clit as he tastes my release with a moan of his own.
