Chapter 4
Chapter Four
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“Sometimes the journey is all about the catch and release.”
My heart pounds in my ears as I race further into the graveyard, followed by the even footfalls of my husband.
I take a quick right down the hillside between stone slabs when I feel hands on me again.
He grips my dress and pulls me to a stop in front of a tall monument.
Face to face, I can feel my breath evening out.
“You made me work for that one,” he remarks as I try to catch my breath. He grips my hips and backs me up against the grave marker, boxing me in. With a swift move, he pulls the mask off and drops it at our feet.
“Does that make me a winner?” I ask, batting my eyes and pressing my thighs together. Instead of answering, he picks me up and sets me on top of the cold stone. Holding my hips, he bunches up my dress and exposes my pussy to him. He lowers himself down to his knees, his face inches from me.
“Scream for me, pretty girl,” he utters before his tongue licks all the way to my clit where it makes soft circles. I lean back with a moan and let the man devour me. He consumes me like I’m his last meal, and the pressure starts to build in my lower tummy.
“Fuck Baby…” I utter, brain at a complete loss of words, as the way he eats me destroys my ability to form coherent thoughts.
“That’s not my name…” he growls into my pussy as he shoves two fingers inside of me and nibbles on my clit. I see stars as the sensation overload becomes too much. Squirming and shifting my hips as I chase the high of the orgasm.
“Elijah, please, baby, please, I need to come,” I whimper as he sends me soaring through my orgasm.
Every muscle in my body tenses up as I dig my fingers into the stone beneath me.
He laps at my center all the way through my climax, savoring every drop.
Looking down at him, our eyes connect, and his shine with mischievous intent.
“My turn,” he says, climbing to his feet. He lines himself up, ready to fill me. My breath is even but paced as he plunges inside of me.
“Fuck,” I breathe, still sensitive from the onslaught of orgasms tonight. The cold of the stone beneath me, with a breeze causing shivers to course through me.
“You take me so well, baby girl,” he praises as I clench again. His thrusts push me to another orgasm.
“Cum for me,” I instruct as my nails find his biceps. He chuffs a laugh and then pushes through his release. I lock my legs on his hips, holding him right where he is.
“Happy Valentines Day baby,”