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Chapter 9
We barely make it to Elijah's room before we can't hold back any longer. The moment his door closes, he's on me, fingers causing me to shiver as they trail up my thighs, lifting my dress higher and higher. I tear at the buttons on his shirt and push his jacket and shirt off his shoulders at the same time. Seeing his chest for the first time, the lean muscles, the dusting of hair leading to where I want to see most, it has my breath quickening. Then my breath hitches altogether when his fingers finally reach their destination, rubbing me through my panties.
"God, Elijah." I sigh.
"You're so wet."
"Even wetter without the panties on."
His eyes, already half-lidded, fill with lust at my words, and his fingers move from between my thighs to the waistband of my panties. As he slowly begins dragging them over my ass, I reach for his belt, undoing the buckle. My hands are forced to leave him when he drops to his knees. He looks up at me while he brings my panties down my legs until I can step out of them. I don't miss that he puts them in his back pocket.
"You want this as badly as I do, right?" he asks.
"Yes. Please don't stop."
"Just checking." He smirks up at me.
His eyes come to mine as he hikes my dress up, exposing my bare pussy to him. His gaze doesn't leave mine as he leans forward, closer and closer to where I want, need, his mouth right now. Then he's there, giving me a single lick that makes bliss explode through my veins. I try to keep my eyes on him as his tongue licks through my lips and back to my clit again and again, but it's too much. My head drops back, connecting with the wall a little too hard, but I don't care at all.
His hands wrap around my thighs, widening them as he gets somehow closer to me, tongue entering my opening. My hands lower to his head, fingers grabbing the strands and pushing his face harder against me. I begin to move my hips in circles and when he groans against me, it takes me over the edge I've been teetering on. I come, gasping his name, panting his name, before finally breathing his name into the silence of the room.
I let his hair go, all energy seeming to have drained from my body, and he backs away slowly. But not without giving my clit one more lick that has me jumping from how sensitive it is. He stands, and I tip my head forward to meet his gaze. Those dark green eyes are swimming with desire as he licks his lips. I grab him by the chin, bringing him forward so I can lick his lips as well. Our eyes stay open, on each other as I trail my tongue along his top, then bottom lip, getting a taste of myself. His tongue comes out to meet mine, and I moan into his mouth as our kiss deepens.
I undo his pants and reach inside his boxer briefs. His dick is hard and hot in my hand. When I rub my thumb across the tip, wetness meets it, and all over again, my body is begging for another orgasm. But first, my mouth is longing for a taste of him. I push Elijah backwards until he has to sit on his bed. He watches me like if I were the very last thing he could ever see in life, he would gladly go blind. His eyes trace my every movement as I step out of my ankle boots and reach behind me to drag the zipper down before bringing my dress over my head. I don't have on a bra, so I'm completely naked now, looking at a very sexy man who still has too much clothes on. I plan to solve that right now.
I walk towards him, and could swear I hear a shuddering breath leave him as I lean forward to kiss him. His hands cover my breasts until I back away, reaching for his pants again. He arches up so I can get them from under him and then I'm dragging them down his legs and off his feet.
I already knew his size, from when I felt it rubbing against me last weekend, and from wrapping my hand around it just now. But to see it, to imagine how good it will feel stretching me, hitting all the right spots inside me, has my clit thrumming with need, and anticipation. I push Elijah back and he quickly obliges, moving until he's laying with his head on the pillow, waiting for what I'll do next.
I climb onto the bed, between his legs, and sweep my hair to one side before starting to lean forward. Before I've even put my mouth on him, I see Elijah's hands gripping the sheets, and I can't help but let a small smile come to my face. I lick around the tip at first, getting the taste of him that I wanted. And it only makes me want more. I go further down, taking him into my mouth as much as I can, moving my tongue from side to side, sucking on him until he's alternating between cursing and begging me not to stop. And I don't, not until his hand goes under my chin and he makes me slide my mouth off of him.
He all but drags me up his body so he can crush his lips against mine. His dick is between my thighs and I grind on it, Elijah's hands tightening on the back of my head as I pant into his mouth. When our lips break apart, Elijah leans over to get a condom and I watch, impatiently, for him to put it on. Then one of my hands is on his chest, and the other is lining him up so I can slide down on him.
I was right. The bite of pain as he stretches me, the way my wetness makes it easy for him to enter me, it all makes me close my eyes as I take him deeper inside me. They snap open though when I feel Elijah's fingers trailing down my face.
"Beautiful," he whispers.
Those words wrap around my heart, ingraining themselves inside of it as I stare down at this man I now realize already holds where the words have gone in his hand. I love him. He smiles at me like he knows what I've just realized. Pushing on my lower back, he leans me over until we're kissing again. This one less savage, less wild. Our tongues lazily circling each other as I begin to move on him. I arch my lower half and bring it down on him, pleasure building and intensifying until my body is pleading with me to move faster, to gain what we seek.
I sit up then, Elijah's hands going to my ass as I begin to bounce on him. He thrusts up into me, his eyes all over my body, watching me move with a fever in them, as if he wants to possess me, always have me.
Already I'm right there, each stroke bringing me closer to ecstasy. He sits up, taking my nipple between his lips and I wrap my arms around his neck, keeping his mouth tight to me while I spasm around him. Broken moans leave my mouth as I grind against him, my body overtaken by the bliss tearing through me with my orgasm. I love the feeling of what will surely be the impressions of his fingers digging into my ass later biting into my skin. Then his lips move from my breast to my neck, sucking on the skin while he groans against me, that sound only somehow prolonging my high. His thrusts get faster, and he holds me down so all I can do is take them as he comes.
Then we stay just like that, in each other's arms, trying to catch our breath. My hair sticks to the sweat on my back and hairline. The smell that is uniquely Elijah fills my senses as I hold him, and I smile before kissing his hair. When we finally separate, Elijah takes the condom off and then he's reaching for me the moment he turns around, pulling me closer, tucking me into his side.
I feel so safe, so right, in his arms, my body smaller than his, seeming to be surrounded by it. His chest to my back, his thighs against the back of mine, his heavy arm laying across my middle, his breaths ghosting across the side of my face.
"Now, we can officially say, this night has been really beautiful," I say.
He kisses my neck. "We definitely can."
I turn in his arms so we're facing each other. So I can see those beautiful eyes looking at me. He quickly adjusts, throwing his leg over mine, pulling me tighter to him, like the thought of there being an inch between us is too much for him. I like that entirely too much. Or maybe...Just enough.
"Well, you're stuck with me now, Elijah."
His eyebrows raise. "Am I? And all I had to do was make you come, huh? Had I known that would make you stay with me..."
I smack his arm. "Am I stuck with you?"
