Page 113 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

“Merry Christmas.”

“There’s one more gift.”

“You already did too much.”

He reached beneath the tree and brought me a small rectangular box wrapped in gold paper.

I sat beside him on the sofa and opened it, my mouth falling open.

“Elijah!”

A gold diamond layered necklace sparkled across my face.

“I want to give you more… everything, if I’m being honest,” he said. “But for now, I’ll settle with spoiling you with jewels.”

He pulled me close. “I love you,” he said, making my heart beat fast immediately.

My lips curved. “I love you, too, baby.”

He drew me onto his lap and I straddled him, my knees sinking into the sofa on either side of his hips. His palm moved along my spine while he kissed the side of my neck. My body softened as desire filled me to the rim.

I pressed my lips near his ear. “My bedroom.”

He stood with me in his arms and I held him around the neck as he carried me down the hall. He passed Malik’s room without disturbing the silence, then entered mine and closed the door until only a narrow line of light remained beneath it.

The tree lights reached faintly down the hallway, casting changing colors across the walls. Elijah lowered me beside the bed, removed my sweater and kissed each stretch of skin it revealed. His mouth touched my shoulder, my collarbone, the curve above my bra. I lifted his sweater over his head and let my hands travel across his muscular torso. His heartbeat pressed steadily against my palm.

He unfastened my bra and drew it from my arms. When his hands covered my breasts, his touch was gentle, almost reverent. His thumbs passed over my nipples, and a quiet breath left me. He lowered his mouth to one, circling it slowly with his tongue before drawing it between his lips. Pleasure moved through me in warm waves.

I held the back of his head, keeping him close. His hand slid beneath the waistband of my pants. He looked up at me and I nodded. His fingers found my pussy through the thin material of my panties. I pressed my lips together as he stroked me, mindful of the quiet house and the child sleeping down the hall.

Elijah watched my face.

He knew my body now. He knew when to slow down, when to increase the pressure, and where to touch until my knees weakened. My hand closed around his wrist.

“Not yet.”

He kissed me and withdrew his hand. Together, we undressed. Light reflected off the snow outside and entered through the curtains. I laid back on the bed, and Elijah came over me, bracing his weight above my body. He kissed my mouth, then my neck. His lips moved down my chest and over my stomach. He was a beautiful man: muscular and toned, with smooth brown skin, solid and heavy, and everything I needed.

I reached into the nightstand and found a condom. Elijah took it from me, rolled it over himself, and entered my pussy as I reached for him. He linked our fingers and held my hand against the mattress. His mouth covered mine, muffling my audible gasps. I lifted beneath him, biting back the sound that rose in my throat. His hips moved slowly, taking his time as though the night had no end.

The sight of him between my legs sent heat through my entire body. We remained that way, joined beneath the colored light spilling through the doorway. I touched his face, and his eyes closed briefly against my palm.

His strokes were deep as he pummeled my pussy. The bed shifted softly beneath us while Christmas music traveled faintly from the living room. I wrapped my legs around him and drew him closer, deeper, keeping every inch of his body against mine. He kissed me between each slow thrust.

Pleasure gathered gradually, warmed by the weight of him, the scent of his skin, and the care in every movement. My breathing grew uneven, and my fingers dug into his back.

“Elijah…” I moaned, and his rhythm changed. “Shit!”

Our bodies slapped as his strokes went deeper, pushing inside me, creating pleasure that left me floating. Though our sex held a steady pace, I felt like I was going to burst.

“I’m going to come…ssss…oh…”

He fucked me harder, and our mouths crashed together, our lips stinging as he bit me on a growl.

“I love this pussy so much,” he drawled. “I love you so much, Frankie.”

I moaned. “I love you so, so much, Elijah. And this dick. My dick.”