“Will you forget in the morning after I've used your body for my own pleasure?”
I catch her ankle and tug.
She squeaks as she slides down toward me, ending up directly beneath me, breath uneven, happiness and want shining in her eyes.
“No, I just mean,” she gestures downward. “There is no way that's fitting inside me.”
She's adorable. And so fucking wrong.
I smirk, stroking myself slowly. “Oh, we will make it fit, princess. I want you full of my cum in every fucking hole until all you can taste is me.”
I guide myself between her thighs, moving carefully, letting the anticipation stretch. The tip of me brushes against her slit, sliding through the wetness, and she shudders.
Her fingers find my jaw, pulling my attention back to her.
“Elijah, I need you to fuck me now.”
So bossy.
I could just slam inside her, but I want to feel every inch of her swallow me whole.To remember the feeling of sliding home for the very first time.
Squeezing my cock, I ease forward, watching the way her lips part from the stretch. Her fingers tighten slightly against my skin. I'm torn between watching her face—every flicker of sensation she can't hide—and glancing down to see how perfectly our bodies fit together.
She draws me in gradually, welcoming, yielding, until I’m fully inside her and she exhales like she's been holding her breath through the whole thing.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck,” I groan, my body trembling as every nerve ignites, head dropping to rest against hers.
I’m not even moving, and it's already too much—like I've been chasing a high I didn't know existed, and I just found it in her. Every nerve in my body screams, every pulse reverberates through me, and somehow it all makes sense here, inside her.
She's addictive.
Heaven
Every inch of her folds perfectly under me, and I can't tell where I end and she begins.
“Perfect,” I praise, capturing her lips in a searing kiss before sliding out just slow enough to make her whimper, and then driving back in, hard and fast.
Her small hand presses against my chest, feeling the beating of my heart, while the other twists into the back of my hair, tugging with delicious insistence.
“Oh my god,” she cries out. “Do that again… oh fuck.”
I hum low, letting the vibration brush against her before settling into a steady, punishing rhythm. I've pictured this a thousand times—but nothing, nothing comes close to the real thing.
Absolutely nothing.
“I’m fucked, baby,” I growl, thrusting deeper, faster. “I’ll never get enough of you. Nothing will ever be better than you.”
There's no way this can be a one-time thing or a fleeting part of my life because I don't think I'd survive without her.
Her bra is gone before I even think, the flimsy material sliding to the sides as I bend closer, mouth closing over her nipple. She arches into me, a sharp gasp breaking from her, nails digging in harder, and the sting in my scalp only makes me drive deeper, faster, chasing that combination of pain and pleasure.
The force pushes her up the bed, thighs tightening around me, and she catches herself, one hand braced on the headboard while the other still grips my hair like she's claiming me.
“Yes…yes… just like that, shit, Elijah,” she moans shakily. I can feel her teetering on the edge, ready to fall, and it drives me wild.
She's so close.
I need her to come for me because I’m not done with her—not even close.
