Page 68 of Slow Burn

Elijah wasted no time. He took one of her legs and tossed it over his shoulder, spreading her wide. His mouth covered her pussy, his tongue darting in and out of her, and she was grateful she was against the bathroom sink because it held her up.

His lips traveled to her clit and sucked while he stuffed two of his fingers inside her. The welcomed intrusion made her scream out his name.

“Shhh,” he said with a grin while looking up at her. “We need to make sure no one hears us.”

Oh. Right.

Elijah licked her up and down, slowly as if he was trying to memorize her taste. His fingers followed the same speed as if they had all the time in the world. Not like they were in the bathroom of her friend’s house.

He kissed the apex of her thigh. “You taste so fucking good, Peach. I could be down here, eating you all night, but my cock is impatient.”

Loving a man who talked dirty to her wasn’t on her bingo card, but she was all about it.

“I’m going to make you orgasm, but you have to be quiet. Can you promise me that?”

She glanced down at him, and the eye contact between them was unreal.

It was almost more intimate than what his mouth was doing.

Her tongue darted out quickly, wetting her lower lip. “I can be quiet,” she hushed out.

Thankfully, he didn’t need any more encouragement. His mouth kissed, sucked, and flicked her clit, sending her into overdrive. Her entire body tingled, her toes curled, and she rocked her pussy against his mouth. His fingers curled inside her, rubbing the spot only he had been able to find.

“I’m so close,” she whimpered, her voice low and needy.

Elijah bit at her bundle of nerves, and she had to cover her mouth with her hands, so she didn’t yell when she came. Just like the last time he went down on her, he continued licking her pussy until she calmed down after her orgasm.

ELIJAH PULLED THE condom from his pocket and sheathed his cock, staring at her pussy, loving how she was dripping wet for him.

“Face the mirror,” he gravelly demanded of her.

Her legs were still quivering from her orgasm. When she turned to the sink, Elijah grabbed the back of her hair, arching her neck so they were watching each other in the mirror. A shiver washed over her with his possessive move.

With a quick thrust, he pushed his cock into her snug pussy. He paused for a second, overcome with how fucking good she felt. Needing more, he had to taste her. He tugged her hair, so her throat was near him. He sucked on her skin right under her jaw.

“Watch me fuck you,” Elijah whispered darkly by her ear. His need to brand her, to make her never forget how he made her feel, was overwhelming. He pulled out and slammed back into her.

She moaned his name. With his free hand, he covered her mouth. “Peach, you have to be quiet.”

He picked up his pace, possessively fucking her, giving her no mercy on how hard he continued to slam into her. Georgia groaned into the palm of his hand, her hips moving with his.

Georgia Cross was a fucking goddess.

Tightening up around him, he dropped his hand from her hair and wrapped it around her waist to dip down and rub her clit.

Within seconds, her orgasm came, and she cried out, still with his hand covering her mouth.

“Keep your eyes open and watch how beautiful you are when you come,” he demanded of her, fucking her with an out-of-control need. “Look at how your body is still taking me, clenching around my cock. You’re so good, I’m going to come.”

A few more pushes, and he bit her shoulder when he came so he didn’t scream her name.

Fuck.

That was the best sex of his life.

He dropped his hand and took a step back, pulling off the condom.

Georgia hunched over the sink, breathing wildly and her legs twitching. Elijah smiled because he was the one, the only one, who had done that to her. He wrapped toilet paper over the condom and threw it in the trash.