Chapter 9 #2
She was done fighting. She could only have faith that what happened next didn’t turn into a mistake.
The care in Elijah’s dark eyes gave her that faith.
She nodded shakily and his mouth was over hers.
The kiss was hot and wild with the tension pulsing between them.
His tongue danced across hers and she followed his lead.
Elijah pushed forward, moving her backward until she was pressed against the coolness of the wall.
She didn’t even care, she was so damn hot for him that’s all that mattered.
His big hands roamed over her body, caressing her breast with enough pressure to make her moan low and deep.
Elijah brushed a finger across her hard nipple and she arched her back.
His mouth left hers to decadently latch onto the side of her neck.
Layla had to touch him, needed to feel more of him.
She ran a hand across the soft hair on his head, her other lowered to cup his hard ass.
She squeezed and imagined doing the same thing as he pumped inside of her.
A flood of heat and wetness pooled between her legs with the mental image.
Elijah groaned before jerking her tank up. “You knew what you were doing wearing this with no bra.” he grumbled before his lips closed over one of her nipples. The pull of his lips across the hardened tip pierced through her soul. Her sex clenched and she gasped wanting more.
“I can be braless at home,” she gasped. Her hand pushed his head further into her breast. Her hand left his ass and worked around to the front of his pants, she couldn’t get the button open so she palmed the hard length of his dick through the material.
Elijah’s teeth gently scraped her nipple. “Fuck, Layla, do you see what you do to me.”
“What I do to you? Sir, you have me ready to come up against the wall.”
Her nipple slipped between his lips and he raised up to kiss the side of her neck. “How ready?”
His hand left her breast and slipped past the waistband of her pajamas bottoms. Layla spread her legs, eager to feel his fingers against her clit. When the blunt tip slid over the throbbing nub her body shuddered.
“Yes, do that again,” she gasped
“This?” He repeated the motion.
“Yes, that. Keep doing that.”
Her legs spread further. Thank goodness he held her against the wall or she’d be a puddle on the floor.
“Your clit is so damn hard against my finger,” he whispered in her ear. “Makes me want to suck on it.”
The image of him on his knees doing just that filled her brain and she gasped. “Don’t fucking play with me.”
“Are you telling me to do it?”
“Yes.” She said firmly because at this moment she couldn’t think of any good reason to not let this man continue to pleasure her.
If she expected hesitation there was none.
Elijah dropped down and pulled her pajamas with him.
His fingers pushed her folds apart and then his mouth was on her.
She wasn’t going to last long. She accepted that the moment his lips closed over her clit.
She was a goner. His tongue joined in with this lips.
Gliding across her in a long slow lick right before his lips gently enclosed the sensitive nub again and pulled.
Her body convulsed. How quickly she came would be embarrassing if she didn’t feel to damn good.
She’d just lasted less than thirty seconds, and by all that was holy, she wanted another round.
*
The taste of Layla on his lips was sweeter than the most decadent dessert.
He was both excited that he’d made her climax so fast and worried that this might be end of the road for their intimacy tonight.
From the way her body convulsed and the way her nails dug into the back of his head he was pretty confident he’d given her an orgasm worth talking about.
He knew his mouth game was the shit. He loved eating pussy and would be more than happy to eat hers again.
It had been so long since he’d allowed himself the indulgence, but he recognized the signs of an orgasm that was about to put a woman to sleep.
His dick was rock hard and throbbing in his pants, but if she needed to step back and think about what this all meant and if she wanted to do this again, which he damn sure hoped she did, then he’d walk his ass home, jack off, and wait for her to call him tomorrow.
He looked up. Her head was thrown back against the wall. Her breasts heaved with her quick, shallow breaths. She was so fucking beautiful. The throbbing between his legs intensified.
He licked his lips imaging taking her hard, dark nipples in his mouth. “I could do this all night.”
Her head lowered and she stared at him with desire glazed eyes. “There are condoms in my bedroom.”
His already pounding heart kicked up. She didn’t have to say another word.
He was on his feet in an instant. She grabbed his hand and hurried down the hall to her room.
As soon as the door was closed she pulled him to the bed and pushed him down on his back.
Elijah grinned as he watched her jerk open the night table and nearly tear the box apart in her haste to get out a condom.
He already had his pants unbuttoned and pushed down by the time she’d achieved her goal.
Her eyes lit up as she climbed on top of him.
Her soft hands felt like heaven as she slid the condom down his hard length.
“I’ve dreamed about doing this for too long,” she said in a voice that squeezed his insides.
His hands palmed her thighs and he had to swallow hard to keep from drooling, he wanted her so bad. “So have I.”
She took him into her hand and guided him to her warm, wet entrance. “Did I feel this good in your dreams?” She slowly slid down over his length.
The tight heat of her surrounding him made his hands tighten on her thighs. “Fuck no.”
Her warm palms braced against his shoulders as she worked her hips up and down over his dick. “Was it better or worse in the dream?”
“No where near as good as this,” he groaned.
She moaned low and deep as she rode him to the gates of heaven. “You’re so damn hard.”
“You did that to me.”
She grinned down at him. “A girl could get used to this.”
His words were cut short as she squeezed around his length.
Elijah’s toes curled and his eyes rolled to the back of his head.
Forget his mouth game, Layla had him beat ten times over.
He needed to hold back. He could not come this fucking fast. But she felt so good.
She squeezed him so damn right. The sensual slide of her hips as she moved on top of him was about to make him explode.
He slid one hand from her thigh and rubbed the still swollen nub of her clit.
Layla’s motions faltered and her breathing hitched.
He did it again and her movements increased.
He focused on timing his caresses with the sweet movements of her thrusts.
Her breathing shallowed, her body tensed.
When she convulsed around him he let loose the orgasm he’d been holding onto.
His mind was made up. He didn’t care what he had to do. Layla was going to be his woman.