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“So you decorate in her honor, or is it because it reminds you of better days?”
“Both,” he admits.
The conversation takes a more cheerful turn after that, as we talk about our favorite holiday movies, and Eli recites the entire plot ofDie Hard. His brown eyes practically sparkle when I agree to watch it with him after I admit I’ve never seen it.
By the time we’re done eating, I’m mildly tipsy and more than a little turned on by the man beside me on the couch.
His hand is resting innocently on my lap, his thumb tracing tiny circles over the tights. It’s not until I think I might explode that I frantically jump off the couch, announcing that I want ice cream.
I’ve got my finger in a tub of whip cream that I’ve been snacking on when Eli walks into the room behind me. I don’t notice him until he’s licking the cream off my finger. I gasp, eyes wide as I watch him. When he dips his finger into the tub next, offering it to me, I don’t even hesitate.
I pull his finger between my lips, sucking hard, circling my tongue around the tip, making him groan.
“Fucking hell, Sapphire,” Elijah hisses, grabs my hips, and lifts me until my ass hits the counter. He steps between my spread thighs, grabs the back of my neck, and kisses me.
The vanilla of the whipped cream clings to his lips. He kisses me until I’m weak, and my knees shake.
The desperate kisses are trailed down my neck until he’s nibbling and sucking that sensitive skin just below my jaw.
We’re tugging each other's clothes off in the next second until he’s standing before me naked with a mischievous grin. I watch as he scoops his finger into the whipped cream again. When it looks like he’s bringing it to my lips, they part easily for him.
But he’s not aiming for my lips. When he places the cold cream on my nipple, I suck in a breath from the chill, until he licks it off, sucking my nipple between his warm lips.
My eyes fall closed, and my head falls back. The only thing keeping me steady is my hands on his shoulders.
He does this a few more times, and I can feel the slickness between my thighs. When something even colder caresses my skin, I hiss, my eyes flying open. He’s gotten an ice cube from my wine glass and is trailing it down my skin.
The first touch is to my neck. He watches me closely, as the ice trails down, and he circles it around my nipple, never touching the hard peak.
I bite my lip, unable to look away. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt. Cold pain, that somehow only feels like pleasure. The first brush of the ice over my hard nipple is like lightning to my core. My back arches, and I moan.
He switches sides, taking my cold nipple between his lips as he moves the ice lightly over the other one. Warm and cold. Hard licks and gentle brushes have me panting. He pushes my shoulder back until I’m leaning on my elbows, his attention dropping to my thighs.
He softly bites my inner thigh as the ice trails down my stomach to my hip. He spreads my thighs open wider, dropping to his knees in front of me. The first touch of ice to my clit is so cold it steals my breath. He holds it there until I’m squirming under him. Then he licks away the cold, working me with his tongue in slow circles. I get close, so close, when he replaces his tongue with the ice once more.
“You look so fucking sinful.” He presses the ice against me harder, circling it the same way he did his tongue. “Look at me,” he whispers, and I force my eyes open. I watch as he drops the mostly melted ice to the floor and pushes his cold fingers inside me. His tongue covers my cold clit, licking in hard lines as he pumps his icy fingers in and out of my core.
I combust around him, my eyes fall shut as my head drops back, and I scream out his name. I’m not finished coming, when he pulls his fingers out. I whine, but he’s already on his feet, pushing his thick cock inside me. The heat of his dick is searing compared to the cold of his fingers, and I hold onto him for dear life as he thrusts into me hard.
I wrap my legs around his waist as he fucks me, lifting me off the counter, his hands gripping my ass tightly. He pulls me off his cock slowly, before thrusting back inside just as slow.
“More,” I beg. He takes a few steps into the dining room, pulls a chair out, and sits, so I’m sitting in his lap. It’s harder for me to move like this. “Wait,” I mumble as I climb off his lap for a second, so I can spin around.
He realizes what I want, so Elijah grabs my hips, pulling me down until I’m sitting on his cock and moaning as it slides into me from a new angle. Placing my hands on his thighs for leverage, I fuck myself on his cock, using the position to my advantage, so I can move faster.
If I wasn’t bouncing on his dick, I’d look like I was twerking…that thought makes me giggle. I can’t twerk, but I can do this.
His hands grip my hips tightly for a moment, before he releases me, trailing his fingers up my body, until he grips both breasts in his hands. He plays with my nipples, disrupting my rhythm, until I’m close to coming again.
“Fuck, I’m close, should I pull out?” he asks, his voice strained, but I’m too focused on chasing my orgasm that I don’t even process his words. With one last pinch to my nipple, I come around his cock, my movements erratic as I cry out his name. “Guess not,” he chuckles, and I frown.
“Hmm?”
“Nothing. We’ll go to the pharmacy tomorrow,” he says, and I just nod.
I think he’s carrying me, but I’m exhausted. I let the world drift away as I fall asleep in his arms.
CHAPTERTHIRTY-ONE
