Chapter 22
Elijah
A warm body is curled up against mine, and it feels really fucking nice.
I crack my eyes open to the dim morning light, and there she is. Willow is on her side, back to me, soft breaths puffing out in gentle snores. I can't help the smile twitching at my lips; it's impossibly cute.
Although I definitely won't ever mention the snoring to her.
Last night nearly broke me. She'd fallen apart, crying in my arms, letting everything spill out she'd kept bottled up.
And I held her for as long as she needed.
When I finally felt her fall asleep, I carried her inside and tucked her into bed.
I was going to leave her there and sleep in my own room, but her soft, sad voice stopped me.
One look into those deep, emerald eyes, and I found myself crawling in beside her.
She slept soundly, thank fuck. As for me, I hardly slept at all. I kept checking on her, feeling how perfectly the curve of her body fit against mine. I wanted to savour the moment because I had no idea when I would have the chance to sleep with her again.
The room is warm, too warm, probably because neither of us bothered to change last night.
I lift my head and glance at the clock beside her. Six a.m. and I don't even have work today.
Willow’s hair spills across the pillow in wild, soft waves. Her lips are parted, breathing slowly. My eyes wander lower… well, fuck. Her dress has slipped at some point in the night, her tits spilling over the edge, pink peaks daring me with every exhale.
Wonder if she would ever get them pierced.
Shit. I should probably get out of bed before I wake her with my boner. The last thing she needs is me grinding against her while she sleeps.
Even if I want to stay here and do more than that.
I ease my hips back, slipping my arm free from beneath her. She lets out a soft, sleepy sigh that makes me stop.
Please don't wake up.
A few seconds pass, and she doesn’t move.
Her cat, Sassy, ever the critic, watches me from her bed. The way I can feel her judging me right now, and it's a god damn cat.
A soft tug at my arm jolts me out of my staring contest. Willow's eyes flutter open, heavy-lidded and still half-lost in sleep.
She's breathtaking. Even like this, morning lines and all.
I look down again, her tits practically teasing me into sucking them.
Yes, I sound like a horny teenager. But seriously, can you blame me? I haven't had sex in over a year, and here's this impossibly sexy woman in bed with me. No underwear. Just perfect. It would be so easy to just roll her onto her back and slide inside the best pussy I have ever tasted.
“I didn't mean to wake you… I was just leaving.”
Get out of bed, Elijah.
She peeks down, finally seeing what I’ve been staring at since I noticed. I half-expect her to cover herself—but instead, she grins lazily, hooks her arms around me, and effortlessly flips us, straddling me.
“I’m awake now,” she teases, pressing a soft kiss to my lips. “And somebody else is too.” Her hips roll against me, and Jesus… my cock responds immediately, hard as stone beneath her.
I grip her hips, stilling her. “You have no idea how much I want to fuck you right now. But last night… You were upset, and we agreed to wait for your test results.”
Condoms aren't even an option because a massive part of me wants to feel every inch of her without an extra layer of protection, and also, I don't have any.
Her small hands slide over my clothed chest, pushing up, teasing. “I’m okay.” Another kiss. “Just very horny.”
I study her, pupils widening, the faint redness from before completely gone. She bites that soft, plump lip of hers, looking so deliciously irresistible.
“Elijah,” her hips rock again. “One thing about me that you should know is I wake up very horny in the mornings.”
Good to know. Really good.
I smirk. “Is that why you have so many colourful toys?”
Her nails rake lightly down my chest. “I've used them a lot since you kissed me, but you're here now, and I really, really want you. Even if it's just on top of the clothes stuff.”
Well, who am I to deny her?
“Okay, princess,” I growl, sitting up, tilting her hips against me. “Rub that sweet pussy all over me. Make yourself come.”
Her sharp gasp sends a thrill straight through me. I tighten my hold on her hips, jerking her down hard against my cock. Her dress is bunched around her waist, pussy perfectly aligned, teasing me mercilessly.
She sucks on my bottom lip as she swirls her hips in a slow, perfect rhythm that has me seeing stars. I can feel myself losing control, and I’m still fully clothed. I rip myself away from her mouth, panting, and wrap my arms around her back.
I dip down, taking her nipple between my teeth, sucking until it's rock hard, then switch to the other, nipping and flicking, drawing out soft, ragged moans.
“That's… so good,” she whines, grinding faster, nails digging into my shoulders.
All I want to do is give her pleasure, make her moan my name repeatedly, knowing that she's all mine at this very moment and nobody else's. The fact that she's using me to get herself off is so fucking hot.
“Use me, baby. You have no idea how pretty you sound.”
She whimpers, a needy sound that makes my teeth ache to mark her. I bite her nipple, hard enough to make her curve against me.
“Such a good girl for me. Keep going.”
“I want you so much,” she pants, hands roaming over me. Her chest rises and falls as she continues to ride me.
I claim her mouth, kissing her like I’m trying to swallow her whole, sucking on her tongue while forcing myself to hold back. But she's too good—too tempting, too perfect—and the sound of her enjoying this, it's like setting fire to my control.
“Soon,” I rasp, grinding my hips into hers. “I’m gonna fill you up so good… you'll only ever taste me. Feel me. Remember me.”
Her body tenses violently, muscles trembling under my touch, before a loud, earth-shattering cry tears from her throat, and I groan, driving myself up harder and faster. Her wetness coats me, teasing me through my pants, and I can't stop myself from letting go.
Her scent, the feel of her, it drives me absolutely wild.
“Fucking hell, princess,” I growl, teeth grazing her neck, breath ragged.
“Did you just…” she starts, voice trembling between shock and amusement.
Damn.
“If you're asking whether I just came in my pants like some horny teenager… then yeah. Guilty as charged.”
Her laugh is breathless. “That’s really hot,” she admits, and I can practically hear her bratty little victory.
She should be proud because this has never happened to me before.
I laugh along, flipping her back against the bed, this time hovering over her.
My hands rake down her body, lingering over every curve before sliding lower, down her stomach, down her thighs, until I reach that glistening, needy heat between her legs.
Her pussy is red, dripping, perfectly impatient, and that pierced clit? Oh, I intend to punish it.
“Wonder how many times I can make you come before you completely soak my face?” I dip my tongue into her wet hole and trail along until I reach the tiny, perfect jewel, tugging it gently. Her legs squeeze my sides, arms falling behind her to grip the headboard.
Her whimpers are music to my ears as I suck, lick, bite and tease, until finally, I’m satisfied—coated in her sweetness. She pushes at me weakly, panting and giggling, eyes half lidded, and I can't stop grinning.
Breakfast has never tasted so damn good.
Licking my lips, I rise onto my knees, and I don't miss the way her head tilts down to where I came, a wet patch evident.
“Can I clean you up?”
“I can do it in the shower.”
Not happy with that answer, she manoeuvres up and onto her knees, tugging my pants and boxers down, releasing my cock that surprisingly starts to harden again.
“Oh, so by clean you meant… mmm fuck, baby.” I groan as she licks from base to tip agonisingly slow, looking up from under her thick, long lashes and sucks softly before her eyelids close and she takes me in her mouth.
Damn, there's no way I can come again.
She's such a beautiful sight.
“Look at you with your tits out, ass on display, sucking my cock like the beautiful brat you are.” I smooth my hand down her shoulder to her nipple and tweak it.
They would look so good pierced.
“Keep sucking, show me how hungry you are.”
This is far more than her just cleaning me off.
The moans that are tumbling out of her are because she's pleasing me, and there's no way I'm stopping her.
I close my eyes, tip my head back as I can feel everything inside me lock up.
The need for release is building up again, and as I feel the end of my cock slip inside her throat, swallowing me, I growl out her name, the cum shooting out once again, my legs shake from the intensity of two orgasms, and she doesn't stop till I'm pulling her hair to release me.
“Do you still want that shower?” She asks, wiping a bit of my cum off her lip and sucking it off.
This woman is going to be the death of me.
“Only if you join me.”
“I suppose I could be… persuaded.” She slides up my body, hands on my shoulders, and she licks my bottom lip. I don’t even care that I just came in her mouth.
“It has been a while since I fucked your tits.” I grip them both. “Less mess, too.”
That's how I learned that I have no problem with having three orgasms in an hour, and fuck, that's never happened before.