“You don’t know what I feel.”
“A need to be touched. To get closer. Some not-so-small part happy. Am I on the right track?”
I kissed him back, using actions rather than words to show him he was. It was the happy part that surprised me. Yet every time I discovered I liked something about him. Something else tainted it.
To the right of us, the path gave way to a leafy copse, the base of the cliff starting behind a thicket of trees. Elijah strode through the bushes, carrying me with him. At the rock wall, he backed me to a flat piece of stone and drove me wild with another kiss.
Then his hands went to that zip on my sports bra again.
I grabbed his wrist. “Stop.”
“Got to get them out. Sorry. It’s the rules. I can’t go an hour without seeing ’em”
I giggled. “No one informed me of that.”
Elijah pulled my hand away then slowly, provocatively, lowered the zip. My breasts spilled free, and he groaned and ducked to take my nipple into his mouth.
My eyes shuttered closed, but I sprang them open to make sure we couldn’t be seen. The ripple of the river made it to us, and I could just about see the track through the thick green bushes. Unless a passerby descended the cliff or decided to go exploring, they probably wouldn’t spot us. But they could hear us if we made a noise.
Not that it stopped Elijah playing with my tits like they were his favourite toy. Or me from loving every touch.
At a hard suck, I moaned loud then slapped my hand to my mouth.
Elijah’s laugh warmed my skin. “I’m going to fuck you here and now. Think you can stay quiet?”
“No.”
“Gonna have to try if you don’t want the world to know what I’m doing to you.”
He set me down, then knelt to strip my running shorts, kissing me between the legs which led to him pulling my thigh over his shoulder. While I balanced on the rock, he licked me then sucked my clit.
I whimpered and bit the edge of my hand.
“Love how wet you get for me. I want you to remember that the next time some other part of my life pisses you off.”
“Less talking, more action,” I ordered.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Elijah jumped up and turned me to face the wall, placing my hands on the rock and crowding me from behind. He freed his dick to bring it between my legs, sliding over my wet centre. Then he got into position and thrust home.
I cried out, unable to control the reaction, and the sound echoed around the cliffs. He felt too good, the stretch around his size. The way he filled me. Every time we did this, it somehow felt better.
He made a guttural sound and fucked me. “How many kids are we gonna have?”
I choked on a laugh. “Don’t talk like that when you’re inside me.”
“Feels like exactly the right time.” One hand roamed my exposed breasts then tugged on a nipple. “I want at least two, but four would be better. I always wanted a bigger family. You?”
“Elijah, shut up.”
“It’s important we agree it upfront.”
“What’s important is that you fuck me harder.”
He did, ploughing into me over and over. I stuck my backside out to better meet his blows. Like magic, he hit the places inside that caught me on fire. Maybe it was the fresh air or the fact my adrenaline was already high from running, but I was on a collision course to a fast orgasm in minutes.
Hot blood, an even hotter man, and lucky old me.
