Page 47 of Love Overdose: St. Louis

“I don’t want to come yet.”

His eyes darkened. “You will more than once.”

The certainty in his voice nearly did it by itself. He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth. I watched him taste me. My pussy clenched.

“Upstairs,” he said.

I followed him. His bedroom was spacious and dim, with a wide bed positioned beneath an upholstered headboard. The city lights were visible through windows along one wall.

Elijah switched on a lamp and turned toward me. For a moment, neither of us moved. Then I reached behind my back and lowered my dress zipper. I let the fabric slip from my shoulders and fall around my feet.

His gaze traveled over the black lace bra, thong, stockings, and heels I had chosen for him.

“Come here.”

The command was quiet. I stepped out of the dress and walked toward him. He met me halfway. His hands glided over my waist before cupping my breasts. He lowered his head and kissed the exposed skin above my bra, then removed it and filled his palms with me.

His thumbs brushed my nipples and a shiver moved through my body.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he murmured.

His mouth closed over one nipple and pleasure shot through me as his tongue circled it. I held the back of his head, his short fade soft beneath my palm. He moved to the other breast, taking his time until I was aching again. Then he sank to his knees.

“Elijah.”

He looked up while sliding my thong down my legs. “Put your hands on my shoulders.”

I did.

He lifted one of my legs and placed it over his shoulder. The first sweep of his tongue nearly buckled the other knee.

“Oh, God.”

His hands secured my hips as his mouth worked between my thighs. He licked me slowly, learning every place that made me gasp. When his tongue circled my clit, my fingers tightened against his shoulders. He repeated the motion.

Again.

Again.

The pleasure I’d chased with my vibrator the week before felt weak compared to the warm pressure of his mouth. He responded to every sound, every movement, adjusting until my body gave him exactly what he wanted.

“Elijaaaah.”

He slid two fingers inside me without lifting his mouth. My orgasm rose fast. My hips moved against his face. He held me steady, his fingers curling as his tongue stroked harder.

“Don’t stop.”

Pleasure broke through me, sharp enough to steal my balance. I cried out his name while my pussy clenched around his fingers. He continued until I pushed weakly at his shoulder.

Only then did he rise. He kissed me before I could recover, letting me taste myself on his tongue. My hands went to his belt.

“I need you naked.”

Together, we removed the rest of his clothes. When his boxer briefs came down, his dick sprang free, thick and heavy against his stomach. I wrapped my hand around him, and his eyes closed for one second.

“You feel even better than I imagined.”

His hand covered mine and guided one slow stroke. “How much imagining have you done?”