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I started to fall backward, unaccustomed to feeling so much at once. He lifted his head and dark animalistic eyes swept over me. Elijah kissed along my neck easing me onto my back. The joy my soul felt turned into an aching anticipation between my thighs. I was a trembling mess as Elijah’s palm splayed on my stomach. He gazed at me with so much admiration before moving on to my thighs. He spread them further apart and bent my legs until my feet were on the table’s edge. My dress was bunched up around my waist. Elijah tugged at my panties until they were off. The next thing I knew, Elijah buried his face between my legs catching me by surprise.
“Ah!” I moaned.
He rubbed his finger over my clit, and my back arched. My body shook as I started to come in his mouth. Elijah gave a satisfying groan and drank his fill. While his mouth sucked, he shoved his thick fingers inside me. The man worked magic leaving me writhing and crying out. When I thought I could take no more, he slipped in another finger. Then he gently bit along the inside of my thigh working back to my clit.
“Elijahhhh,” I cried out as I came like a tsunami all over his face. He didn’t relent, even when my body convulsed and shuddered against him. He kissed along my thigh softly, quietly, his fingers slowing as if to give me a second.
Just when my body started to relax, Elijah did it all over again. Minutes later, I reached my peak again. That was a first for me—multiple orgasms.
My body was limp as he stood and leaned over me, his digits still pressed inside me. He dragged his teeth over my bottom lip allowing me to taste myself. Elijah whispered, “Baby, you’ll have to be quiet, or you’ll wake them. I’m far from finished with you.”
I trembled and nodded as he curved his fingers inside me. My back arched again, and Elijah kissed me deeply, but softly this time. I placed my hand over his and raised my pelvis, urging him to a quicker pace. He groaned. “Jesus fuck, you’re so precious. I don’t deserve to touch you.” I kissed his neck. “Is Eli in your room?” I nodded. “The sofa then. I don’t trust you not to be loud.”
I whimpered my protest as his fingers left my body. Elijah scooped me up with him. He placed me on my feet, pushing the sundress down over my hips until it pooled at my feet. My skin prickled with the awareness that I was completely naked in front of that man. The thought was as thrilling as it was terrifying. Stretch marks lined my breasts, but I saw nothing but desire in his dark eyes. The hard, long length of his erection trapped inside his jeans was another reminder that despite all the changes to my body after becoming a mom, Elijah was completely into whatever he saw when he looked at me.
But I couldn’t be the only naked person in the room. I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and he helped me lift it over his head, tossing it to the floor. I took him in. His muscled chest was peppered with dark hair. It was sparse—only noticeable up close as I traced his tattoos with my fingers. I dug my toes into the carpet.
I loved everything about him.
Feeling bold, I stepped closer and placed a kiss above his right nipple. I felt more than saw his hand move to his back pockets. He tossed his wallet on the couch before grabbing me by the waist and turning me around as he flopped down on the couch with me on his lap. My knees were at his sides, his giant erection pressed between my thighs. Heat soared low in my belly despite his jeans separating us.
I ran my hands over his broad chest as I leaned forward and kissed him. He rubbed my arms up and down, then he cupped my butt, rocking me back and forth along his erection. Animalistic sounds came from deep down in Elijah’s throat. The guttural noise went straight to my pussy. He pinched and pulled at my nipples.
“Elijah,” I whimpered. “Please.” I needed to know how he felt inside me before I drowned in all these incredible sensations I experienced.
I placed my hand over the tent in his jeans and gripped him, sliding my fingers along his length. He was big. Suddenly I wanted to see every inch of him. Elijah started to unzip his jeans, and I moved back to give him room. Seconds later, Elijah’s jeans were around his knees. I gasped. The man went commando, and I got my first look at his dark, veiny cock, bobbing forward. He was so hard and thick, almost painfully so. How was he holding back? I wanted him to get his release more than I wanted my third one.
As I reached out, he placed his hand on mine and brought it over his hard, straining erection and fisted it, dragging my palm up and down roughly. I moaned at the feel of him while his other hand opened his wallet and pulled out a condom. I removed our hands and watched in silent anticipation as he tore open the packet and sheathed himself. I moved toward him, and Elijah gripped my hips, aligning our bodies until I felt his head nudge my entrance. He paused and waited until the moment our eyes met. Nothing else mattered when I caught his eyes. It didn’t matter that everything was so perfect, shiny, and new between us. More than perfect, there was a sense of rightness in that moment. I felt like our souls had done this a million times before even if our bodies hadn’t. His hand left my hip and snaked around to the nape of my neck. He brought our foreheads together while maintaining a unified, carnal eye contact. This feeling would define me, would live inside me when I was eighty. For his soul bled through his gaze and seeped into mine before he entered me. A fleeting heartbeat later, he guided me down over him.
My body ignited and bloomed for him. Nothing I’d known or felt before could have prepared me for that time with Elijah. We never blinked as he entered me. The heat that rolled through me was so much more intense because of it. That wasn’t sex. I didn’t know what it was. It was indescribable, and I came before he was all the way in.
One thrust and Elijah was deep, stretching me perfectly as I slowly throbbed around him. The orgasm was torturously slow. It was never-ending. I was almost afraid. I’d never felt anything so incredible. He felt me coming and dragged me up leisurely and back down over him to guide it along. He knew exactly what to do, totally shattering me.
Waves of ecstasy hit, and I had to fight to keep my eyes open. All I wanted to do was toss my head back and cry out. I was whimpering and on the verge of doing just that when he whispered, “Don’t, don’t close your eyes.” Something in my chest cracked open, and the fire burning my body settled within it. Elijah felt our connection too. There was no way he couldn’t. Pain and ecstasy crossed his face as he groaned. “Oh, fuck, Hadley.” He kept his pace slow, barely moving as he came right after me. His seemed to go on just as long as mine had.
Afterward, still inside me, he placed a kiss on my jaw. “You’re perfect.” He kissed my other side. “Are you tired?”
I was, but I also wasn’t since he was right there so I shook my head.
“You’re lying.” He grinned, so I shrugged and smiled. “Just so you know, I normally last longer than that but between you coming on my face and that tight pussy I didn’t stand a chance.” I rolled my eyes playfully, and he pulled me off of him, discarded the condom, and wrapped an arm around my back as he switched our positions, tossing me onto the cushions like I was nothing. He had a good struggle with his jeans before he descended over me. “Since you say you’re not sleepy, I’ll make sure I do my job right this—”
Eli cried, cutting him off. I sat up and Elijah scooted over. “Did we wake him?” he asked softly, worry stamped on his face. Elijah was still adorable when it came to Eli. He freaked out and got nervous every time Eli cried.
Rushing to the bathroom, I quickly washed my hands and grabbed the robe hanging on the back of the door. Eli settled as soon as I picked him up. I had a small nightlight plugged into the wall in my bedroom, and I could make out his round eyes perfectly. I mentally groaned. He was wide awake. This would be one of his rare all-nighters. He slept most nights unlike Lucy did at his age, but sometimes he didn’t. I felt his diaper, and he was dry. I offered him a boob, but he wasn’t interested.
Yep. His eyes darted all over the darkened room. Completely alert. A shadow fell over the doorway, and I glimpsed over to see Elijah in his jeans, still shirtless. “He’s wide awake,” I said.
Elijah smiled and came in, his eyes skimming over my room. “His mom is loud,” he teased. I felt my flushed cheeks grow redder.
I scoffed, dropping down on the bed with Eli. “He’ll be up a bit. You should probably head on home.”
Instead of doing that, he sat beside me. “You work tomorrow, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“I’ll head out and change while you guys are getting ready in the morning.” He stroked the top of Eli’s head. My heart stopped. I studied Elijah’s face. He was staring at Eli with a peaceful smile. He wasn’t irritated nor did he leave the second Eli woke.
He was still there. That moment was real.
Did I dare trust my heart again?
But most importantly, the mother in me said, “You should probably wash those,” I eyed his fingers, “and I have an extra toothbrush in the bathroom.”
