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Elijah does… hmmm.
I had a morning stretch, rolled over, and splayed my arms wide, making my eyes shoot open from their sleep induced haze. Elijah had made my confidence soar and made sure to definitely not just get his‘fill’last night. He made sure I was satisfied beyond my wildest dreams, matched to perfection. Elijah disposed of the used condom desperate to be back in the comfort of each other’s arms, as quickly as possible.
Mussed wild hair, swollen lips, and the sweet smell of sex hung in the air, and we didn’t give a fuck about it. Just lying there staring dreamily into each other’s eyes, as Elijah swiped my hair from my face. Perfection. The last thing I remembered was a sweet kiss to my lips, but now the bed was bare, just the warm spot remained. Where could he have gone? I had expected to still be in his hot, strong arms, maybe his morning wood would’ve been poking into me. Or was he having doubts about spending the night with me? Stupid mind and doubts, he had brought my confidence sky-high and matched the orgasms to it. In all honesty, my heart screamed there was a reasonable explanation and to remain calm, instead of running at a hundred miles an hour.
Grabbing the nearest clothes to me and not caring how I looked, I needed to see him. I needed to wipe that error and inch of doubt that I had started in my thoughts and erased it as fast as I had started it. I put on a pair of jogging bottoms and one of Elijah’s t-shirts, with a knot tied in the waist, just to give a slight kick of flair. Underwear didn’t even cross my mind until I was halfway out of my bedroom door. I pulled my hair up into a ponytail, thankful for the hair tie I had left on my wrist. The smell grasped me as I hit halfway down the stairs, and realised that he was down there, a sweet buttery mixed with a salty scent permeated the air. All those crazed thoughts disintegrated, instead my mind drifted to the bubbles of throbbing between my legs. The fact I was now dressed in comfy, lounge wear and his top, and not anything that I would class as suitable attire, my self-conscious shell, decided to retreat.
Elijah was too clever though, the minute my feet touched that bottom step and before I could turn around, as I hadn’t dodged those creaked boards, he had raced to pick me up and showered me in kisses. Normally the morning after hadn’t been on my agenda, I had never allowed a guy to stay with me. The seriousness and commitment it showed scared the shit out of me, not knowing how to act around them.
Were you meant to be casual or just ignore them?
With Elijah though, it was perfect and there were no awkward sensations. In all honesty, the guy was making me breakfast and technically in my house? Forget the technicalities, it was this house where all this started. My boyfriend had got up early, spent the night fucking me and finally fell into a comatose state together, only to wake up and cook me a breakfast to keep my stamina up.
When did I hit the jackpot?
Lavished kisses made up for the missing bedside company, playing on the fact it was ever so cold. He did make up for it though, with his naked top half for me to ogle. A girl could enjoy the taut muscles and run her hands over his body to keep her occupied for sure.
Every nerve ending was heightened, beyond natural limits in that moment and my joggers lay on the floor, between the stairs and the kitchen. How Elijah had tousled me in his grip, I wasn’t sure how he hadn’t noticed my no underwear situation yet. I couldn’t wait to see his reaction, especially as all that I had on now was his t-shirt. Caveman Elijah I bet would be awe inspired, as my body tingled at the sight I craved to see. He flowed gracefully into the kitchen, as my arse tried to settle to the cold exterior that had crept onto my skin, when he placed me on the granite surface. I never realised how sexy a man cooking for me could be. His muscles became tight, as he exaggerated his stretches, reaching for the various utensils he required, a complete natural at work, like he belonged here. My heart skipped a beat at the way my mind had slotted into everyday life with him by my side and how natural that seemed. A guy and his girl, just waking up together and being in one another’s company and I fought to swallow the fears down.
“Elijah, what’s for breakfast?” I asked, keeping my eyes focused on his chest.
Lifting me up and laying me across his chest within his arms, a gasp left my mouth.
“Well darling, I had planned pancakes, crispy bacon, and maple syrup but a certain someone has requested my attention. Did you know you look very sexy at the moment?”
I watched him move around the kitchen, as if he belonged. With two plates served in record time, I was fixated to the place on the side, a pedestal fit for his girl. He presumed I would have remained in the spot he had placed me in. The mix of the salty, crispy bacon dipped in the sweet sugary sauce and the buttery goodness in my mouth did things to my taste buds that I didn’t know was possible. Combusted sounds hit the air of moans and groans, appreciating the orgasmic food heaven he had made. Elijah’s eyes darkened with the desired foreplay before him.
“This top looks amazing on you,” he said as he scrunches it in his hand, allowing the knot to loosen and the material to float further down my legs.
Discarding all the plates and cutlery to the side, he allows his hands to cup underneath my arse, as his head tilted to the side.
“Mmm, no underwear,” he stated rather than questioned. “Now then Harlow, you know, it’s just how I like you to be.”
Sliding my arse forward, I automatically placed my hands behind me to steady myself.
“I think I’m ready for a taste of second helpings for breakfast now,” he said as he licked his lips with intent.
Thirty-Eight
Elijah
What a wake-up call.The tousled beauty splayed across me, that I knew I could never get enough of. She had managed to enter straight into my shielded heart, and I discovered that I wasn’t a broken soul, but just needed her to find me. Watching her sleep bestowed pleasure to a new level, the difference in her posture and calmness, it struck me as if floating on air. Since that night with the lights, I’d noticed how much of a fretful sleeper she was, but it was as if something had switched in her psyche last night.
Knowing after our escapades and lack of quality sleep, I knew we both would need food. I hated to leave, but I was only downstairs and I’m sure she would’ve come to find me. Then at least I knew she could get some more precious sleep and count those extra moments later together. Grabbing my boxers and the loose joggers that I had left on the window seat, I threw them on. I was only making breakfast and it was early still. Depending on how long Harlow slept, I could even take it back to her in bed, if she requested. She always loved those American styled breakfasts, the ones with the savoury and sweet combinations. After checking through the cupboards and fridge, a brainwave hit, as I began weighing everything out. Precision was the key with making her pancakes, bacon, and maple syrup.
Her stealth left a lot to be desired though, the woman thought she could bypass me and escape back upstairs. I’m not sure if that was her intellect questioning again but I hoped the way I greeted her would change that. She was hot. Always so fucking hot but in my t-shirt, she was mouth-wateringly delicious. The blood ran straight from my head, which I was sure was sending me dizzy for a moment, causing a hard as a rock erection. She just had to be in the room and everything else stood still. Cradling her in my arms, whilst slowly removing her lower half garments, I carried her to the breakfast bar. I wanted her at full advantage to my view, so I could divulge my attention to her figure in front of me and admire as I provided food for her.
I never knew food could be created in such an art form and in such a prompt manner. The plates began to increase in magnitude, as a concoction of foreplay began. I was driven wild by Harlow’s moans as I placed mouthfuls of food inside her mouth. Who knew nourishment could cause such a turn on by the sight laid before my eyes?
I could see the wildness begin to take hold within her orbs, with every bite she took, and an extra layer of darkness was achieved. The food providing an added tension to the already built-up feelings. It was a ticking time bomb before one of us snapped. Her arousal permeated the room over the freshly cooked breakfast. A revelation that this woman was so turned on by my actions that I wanted to push her boundaries more. Even get her to act them out with me. Second helpings had never been such a brilliant idea. My beautiful girl laid all perfectly in front of me, just in my t-shirt and I felt like I had won the world championship trophy. Her bare arse against the cold granite made my mouth dry up as I slid her legs forward and licked my lips in delight. Harlow’s sweet delicate voice echoed in my ears.
“I like your thinking.”
She had me by the balls and pulled me under, that was all it took for my controlling nature to unravel. My head dived in between her legs, searching for that sweet spot I craved and teased her with my nose, as I ran along her outer lips. Before casting my eyes to hers, I caught the gasp escape. The nerves not unnoticed by myself, as if unfamiliar territory for her, but one she wanted.
“Please, Elijah.”
I could never deny her anything she wanted, but I would make sure that the ride ahead was one she begged for over and over. Some guys just couldn’t pleasure a woman in every way. I loved that this could be mine to give her for the first time. I just knew that after this, she would be weak at the knees.
