Page 94 of Slow Burn

Nothing was better than coming home to her.

Still trying not to make a noise, he shed off his clothes and slid into bed next to her. Georgia mumbled something, and her head curled into his side by his shoulder, her left arm slinking over his chest.

He glanced at the clock on his wall, and it was seven thirty in the morning, so he was sure she would wake up soon. But he didn’t move, wanting to enjoy the peacefulness he had while she was in his arms.

“Are you okay?” her sleepy voice asked him.

Georgia’s silky hair was in his hand as he looped the strands through his fingers. “It was a long shift.”

She snuggled in closer to him. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Yes.” He kissed her temple. “I’m okay. What did you want to do today?”

Stretching next to him, his eyes were glued to her body, appreciating every inch of her. She turned to look at him. “I thought we could hang here, make some breakfast, then read or watch a movie. Whatever you want to do.”

“Maybe we do all of that.” His mouth moved to her jaw, peppering her with kisses down her throat as he rolled on top of her.

She giggled, wrapping her arms around him. “I didn’t realize sex was an option.”

Elijah kept his mouth on her, nipping her soft skin by her collarbone. “Morning sex should always be an option.”

Wrapping her legs around his waist, she writhed underneath him. “Hmm, that is something I agree with.”

His cock slid against her pussy, and he fucking groaned at how wet she was for him. Georgia was always ready, and he loved it. Without another thought, he pushed his dick inside her, stilling like he always did so she could adjust to his size.

Months had passed since they started sleeping together, and the fact that only his cock had felt her pussy made him an obsessed asshole.

Was he enough for her?

His hands were next to her head, his forearms on the mattress holding his weight over her as he started fucking her.

“You will only know my cock inside your pussy,” he told her, determined for her to agree. “Tell me, say it’s only me who will ever get you like this.”

Her hips moved in time with his thrusts. “Only you, always only you.”

“You are everything, Peach.” Elijah’s control snapped, and he started fucking her hard. His mouth sucked on her neck, using her skin as a muzzle so he didn’t tell her that he fucking loved her. Biting her hard, he relentlessly pushed in her.

Arching her back, she cried out his name. Fuck, her screaming his name was almost enough to get him off, but he needed her to come. He slammed all the way in her and then stopped. Elijah looked down at her.

“Move your hips against me and make yourself come,” Elijah demanded. She was such a good fucking listener and did what he asked, her breathing getting choppy. “You’re such a good girl, Peach. Grind harder against me, that’s so good. Just a little faster. I can feel how close you are.”

Georgia moaned as her pussy clenched tightly around him while her hips ground into his.

“You feel so good when you orgasm. When you come all over my cock, it makes me come,” he gritted out as he thrusted into her a few more times before his orgasm shot off.

Both of them were out of breath after they came, and he rolled off her. They lay on their backs, and it took a few minutes before he spoke.

“Shower, then breakfast?”

Georgia just laughed, moving off the bed.

AFTER BAGELS AND coffee, Georgia and Elijah sat on his couch.

“I finished the James Patterson book,” she told him as she scrolled on her phone. “I have the Kindle app now, so we can both read. Maybe after lunch we could catch a movie?”

Elijah’s smile made her heart palpitate, in a good way, as it skipped a beat.

“Perfect.” He grabbed the book from the coffee table. Scooting down on the couch to get more comfortable, he pulled her feet into his lap. “What are you going to read?”