Page 81 of Slow Burn

CHAPTER

TWENTY-EIGHT

ELIJAH STORMED UP the stairs with Georgia in his arms. Technically, she was over his shoulder, fireman style, but semantics. He was about to see his peach naked again. Nothing was stopping him, not even time.

Barging into his bedroom, he stopped in front of his bed and unceremoniously threw her onto the fluffy black comforter.

“Get naked,” he gruffed, yanking his shirt off.

Georgia squirmed around, removing her clothes, taking everything off but her lacy bra and thong.

Tugging off his boxer briefs, he soaked up the vision of Georgia. Fuck, her body was unbelievable. She was the most beautiful woman in the world, and somehow, he was the lucky man who got to be with her.

“Naked,” he sternly said to her. “That means everything. Lose the lace.”

She blushed, sliding her thong down her legs and flicking it to the side of the bed. Agonizingly slow, she unhooked her bra and tossed it to where she threw her thong.

“Spread your legs,” Elijah demanded.

Her tongue snuck out and licked her lip. And damn it, she listened. Her pussy was glistening with wetness.

“Touch yourself.” Elijah shook with anticipation, wondering if she would actually do it.

She fell back on the bed, her hand trailing down her stomach and then hovering between her thighs. “Will you touch yourself too?” she murmured.

“Do you want me to?”

“Yes,” Georgia sounded breathless.

Gripping his cock, he moved his hand slowly as he watched her. “Show me how you get yourself off.”

“Um, I haven’t,” Georgia paused. “Touched myself in front of someone before.”

Selfish prick, that was all he was, because he wanted every single one of her firsts.

“Let me talk you through it.” His voice was tight with need. “Show me how you like your clit touched. Please, Peach.”

Her hand slipped lower, and two of her fingers put pressure on her clit, moving up and down. When her back arched and she moaned, Elijah stopped jerking off. All he could focus on was Georgia.

And fuck, he wanted to be the one to make her come. He was so fucking crazy for her that he wanted to be the name she cried out when she orgasmed, not watch her do it on her own.

“Move your hands to your legs and spread your thighs open,” Elijah groaned as he stared at her.

Georgia did as she was asked, and Elijah dropped to the bed, needing his mouth on her like he needed air to breathe.

His tongue swept over her pussy, licking her before sucking her clit into his mouth. She tasted so fucking good. His mouth was feral over her, eating her pussy like it was his last damn meal.

The sweet moans she made only made him more obsessed with making her come. He pushed two fingers into her while flicking her clit with his tongue.

“Elijah!” She cried out as her hips twitched.

His peach was tightening around his fingers, so she was close. But he wanted more from her. With his other hand, Elijah used his thumb to rim her asshole. Wanting to cross something off her list, he finger fucked her hard and pulled her swollen clit into his mouth, sucking to add more pressure. When she started to shake, he pushed his thumb all the way into her ass, and her pussy spasmed.

“Oh my god!” Georgia yelled out as she orgasmed.

Wetness squirted from her pussy, and like a depraved man, Elijah’s mouth was suctioned to her, not wanting to miss swallowing up any of Georgia’s orgasm.

This woman has officially destroyed him for anyone else.