Chapter 41
CHAPTER 41
ELIJAH
M y mind stirs as my body regains consciousness. My stomach muscles clench, my hips rising off the mattress.
I lavish in the feeling, my eyes closed as a warm mouth and tongue continue their exploration of my rock-hard cock.
I slide my hand under the covers, finding the head of the woman who’s turned my life upside down in a matter of hours.
The covers move with her head. She takes me deep, her throat muscles squeezing my cock as she swallows around me.
“Fuck, Pen,” I hiss.
Only to feel that same mouth chuckle.
“Don’t laugh with your mouth full,” I say, regretting my words immediately when she pauses. “Please, don’t stop,” I moan, my hand tightening in her hair.
As if on demand, she draws me back into her mouth, her tongue flicking the underside of my tip until I swear I see stars. She sucks gently, her lips and soft mouth moving up and down. My eyes roll back in my head, and I know I will not last long. Who would have thought Pen had such a wicked mouth?
When her hand gently massages my balls, I know I’m done for.
“Pen, I’m going to come,” I groan, trying to pull away.
I’m unsure whether she’s going to want me coming down her throat.
Pen doesn’t move. If anything, she steps it up a gear, her pace increasing, until I’m writhing on the bed.
I yell. My hips thrust up off the mattress as my muscles lock. My cock jerks, spurting jets of cum into her warm, welcoming mouth. My body shudders as my orgasm subsides.
Pen’s tongue and mouth continue their torment as she drinks me down and cleans me up.
I collapse back on the bed, surprised I’ve anything left. After our first session, we moved upstairs. Had sex in the shower, before ordering a takeaway. After our meal, we ate ice cream, or should I say we ate ice cream off each other, and with Pen straddling my thighs, my cock buried deep in her pussy.
“Morning,” Pen says, appearing from under the covers, dropping a kiss on my chest as she works her way back up the bed.
“Hum, I could get used to that,” I say, sliding my hands under her armpits and pulling her on top of me, my mouth locking onto hers. I can taste myself on her lips. The same way she tasted herself on mine multiple times yesterday.
“That was quite the wake-up call,” I say, my hand brushing her hair from her face, sweeping it back and behind her ear.
“I’m an early riser. And I find myself totally refreshed. You, sir, definitely recharged my batteries last night,” Pen says, placing her hands on top of one another on my chest before resting her chin on top of them.
“No longer tired?” I ask, amazed as we only got a few hours of sleep.
“Different tired,” she admits, stretching like a cat.
I roll until she’s trapped beneath me, her wrists trapped above her head in one of my hands.
“You’re insatiable, Ms Dawson,” I say as she grins up at me.
Our noses touch, and her eyes darken.
She wriggles, spreading her legs until she can wrap them once more around my waist. She rubs her wet centre against my cock, which hardens against her pussy almost instantly.
“Looks like I’m not the only one who’s insatiable,” she smirks.
“Did sucking me off get you hot and needy?” I ask, pressing the edge of my cock against her swollen lips.
She moans as my cock slips through her desire, sliding from her entrance to her clit.
“It did,” she pants.
I love how unabashed Pen is. She knows what she wants and is happy to let me do it to her. I press forward again, tormenting her clit.
She moans and tries to capture my mouth with hers, but I pull back.
She rubs herself up and down my cock, coating me with her desire. I continue to harden against her, amazed I’m ready to go again so soon. I want nothing more than to pull back and drive my unsheathed cock into her body until we are both screaming.
I pause.
What?
I’ve never wanted to go bareback. Even after Lottie was born, I never had unprotected sex with Darra. I never wanted another child. It became clear we were a disaster from the outset. But what was done was done, and I needed to make the most of it. But I wasn’t willing to bring another child into the world, not that she wanted one.
Before I can think further, I lean over and grab another condom, pulling it on before thrusting deep into Pen. Her body arches as I invade her body once more. She must be sore as we haven’t stopped, but I find her pulling me close, her hips rising to meet mine, her little pants telling me she wants more.
“Hard and fast,” she cries desperately against my mouth. “I need you hard and fast.”
“As the lady desires,” I say, rolling us so she’s on top.
Pen sits astride me, her body rising and falling. I watch my cock slide in and out as she lifts herself up before dropping herself back down.
“Beautiful,” I say. “Take what you need.”
My hands cover her pert breasts, moulding and rolling them in my enormous hands. I tweak her nipples in the way I know she likes.
I sit up, taking one in my mouth, rolling the hardened point with my teeth and tongue.
Pen’s head drops back as she rocks, using my pubic bone to stimulate her clit. It’s not long before I can feel her muscles clenching around me. She moans and shudders.
“Come for me, let go,” I say as her body pulses.
I let my own orgasm loose before we both crash in a heap, her on top of me. I wrap my arms around her, cradling her to my chest, kissing the top of her head.
We remain in that position for a while, neither of us saying anything. My cock softens and Pen carefully extracts herself, disposing of yet another condom.
I lie with my hands behind my head, my naked body exposed. The duvet is long gone. We’re past any form of modesty. Pen has a beautiful body, and I enjoy the sight.
She gets up and makes her way to the bathroom before returning.
She sits on the side of the bed, and my heart stutters at the look on her face.
“I need to go into the office,” she says, turning away.
“Pen?”
I sit up and gently turn her to face me. Her eyes stare at the bed until I catch her face in my hands, making her look at me. After last night and this morning, there’ll be no barriers between us. I’m sick of poor communication, and if she thinks after what we’ve shared, I’m walking out of here without a backward glance, she’s mistaken.
She shakes her head in my hands, and I hold her still until her eyes lock on mine.
“Talk to me,” I say.
Her mouth twists, her bottom lip disappearing between her teeth.
She sighs.
“I understand why April snuck out of Caleb’s room,” Pen says, her eyes once again dodging mine.
My chest tightens at her words.
“Why?”
Pen shrugs. “It’s the morning after and awkward conversation time.”
I sit up. “Does it need to be?”
Her eyes flick to mine, full of surprise.
“What else would it be?”
I pull her next to me. She comes willingly, which I see as positive.
“There are two options. You can say, thank you Elijah, for all those wonderful orgasms. I’ll take it from here.” I pause, watching her lips twitch.
“Or?”
“Or I can say, Penelope Dawson, can I interest you in future orgasms, and will you have dinner with me tonight?”
A pink tinge spreads over Pen’s cheeks, and her eyes darken.
I watch her bite her lip again, moving it with my thumb.
“Is that what you want? You said you didn’t want to get into a relationship, that your time was concentrating on Lottie.”
I’m surprised at how unsure her voice sounds. Pen is usually so confident.
“After last night and this morning. Do you really need to ask me that? Christ, Pen. I’ve just had the best sex of my life, and you’re asking me if I want more? If I had my choice, you would not be going into the office. You’d be staying here with me for the indefinite future. As for Lottie, my daughter will always come first. She has to. But I selfishly can’t walk away from you.”
She stares at me wide-eyed for a moment.
“Best sex, huh?” she says, her cheeks darkening under my gaze.
“By far.” I capture her face in my hands. “Being with you has blown my mind, as I always knew it would,” I tell her truthfully.
Not that I’ve had much sex over the past few years. Darra and I haven’t slept together since I found out Lottie wasn’t mine. I’ve had a couple of sexual partners, but affairs are complicated. I didn’t need anyone getting attached. I had Lottie to think about. Meeting someone else would have meant losing her, as divorcing Darra would have meant exactly that. It would not have been fair to anyone.
“Me too,” she says with a shy smile.
I’m surprised when she holds my gaze, highlighting the truth of her words.
“So, does this mean I can take you out to dinner?”
A smile spreads over her face.
“I’d love that,” she says.
“Good. I’ll pick you up after work.” Pen scoots off the bed. “Oh, and Pen, bring an overnight bag.”