Page 47 of Slow Burn

Her legs began to shake again, her sign she was close. He put a finger back inside her and finger fucked her hard. His other hand went against her swollen clit and added pressure, moving up and down.

Elijah was sure this had to be what obsession was like. This need to touch and taste every inch of Georgia. His mouth had to be on her, so he bit into the soft skin of her thigh. The idea of leaving hickeys was never something he did. A reminder of something intimate was almost like giving a hookup another reason to call. But with Georgia, it was different. He wanted his damn mark all over her body, so she was his and so no one else ever came close to touching her.

Even though he knew it would never work. He wasn’t built for relationships.

Annoyed with his train of thought, he added another finger inside her and rubbed against her G-spot. She quivered as she came again, yelling his name over and over.

Georgia was out of breath, her legs shaking. He stood and smiled at his peach, spread out on the bed, her chest heaving. Fuck, her breasts were fucking spectacular. He climbed over her body, kneeing her legs open so they wrapped around his hips.

When he sat back to watch her, his fingers tugged at her dark pink nipples, obsessed with how responsive she was.

With a small smile, she panted, “That was amazing.”

Elijah held her breasts, loving that they were more than a handful. Her curves were what wet dreams were made of. “We’re just getting started, Peach.”

His head bent down, and he sucked a nipple into her mouth, loving the moan she made.

This was the best fucking night of his life.

HER BODY WAS exhausted, and he hadn’t even popped her cherry yet. Lying flat on her back, she was still trembling after her second orgasm. The rip of foil had her turn her head to see Elijah putting on a condom.

Elijah was sculpted to perfection.

His jawline was square, rugged with the constant five o’clock shadow rebelling on his tan skin. The man had to stick to a rigid workout routine because his arms were muscular and his toned stomach had six-pack abs.

Licking her lips, she dipped her eyes lower, and his penis was huge.

Like porn star huge.

How the hell was that monster going to fit inside her?

“How are you feeling?” Elijah gently asked when he joined her on the bed, lying next to her. He was on his side with one arm propping his head up, and his other hand softly gliding against her stomach and across her chest.

She looked at him, and damn it, she got butterflies.

“I’m ready,” she urged him despite her frantic nerves.

His hand went lower, his finger softly swirling over her clit. She closed her eyes when he pushed one of his fingers inside her.

“I want to devour you,” Elijah whispered. “Touch my cock. See how hard you make me.”

With shaky hands, she reached for him and squeezed his hardness sheathed by the condom.

“Look at me,” he demanded. His hand slipped away from her, and as their eyes locked, he sucked her wetness off his finger.

Holy hell, why was that so hot?

Elijah rolled on top of her, and they were chest to chest, his arms on either side of her head, holding him above her.

“This is up to you,” he reassured her between kisses on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. “Do you want me to rip the Band-Aid off and go fast, or do you want me to go slow so you can adjust?”

She bit her lip, and because she doubted one option was better than the other, especially with that beast between his legs. Her first time was going to hurt no matter what.

“Rip the Band-Aid,” Georgia shakily said as she wrapped her legs around him.

Not wasting time, he thrusted inside her, and she yipped his name, grabbing his shoulders tightly. There was so much pressure as her body stretched to accommodate him.

Through a clenched jaw, Elijah said, “I’m almost all the way in, Peach. Just a couple more inches.”