Chapter 51
CHAPTER 51
PEN
E lijah, Lottie, and I enter the Frazer family home. I’m always transported back in time whenever I come here, to that first weekend when Franny took me aside and welcomed me, despite me being like a fish out of water.
“I’ve put you and Elijah in separate rooms,” she says, winking. “I know you’re trying to keep your relationship quiet. However, you’re next door to one another, and there’s a connecting door.”
I choke at her words, Elijah patting me on the back.
“Come now. I may be getting older, but I still remember what it’s like,” she adds.
I turn and hug her.
“It’s why I love you so much. You never cease to amaze or surprise me. Happy birthday, Franny.”
Elijah rolls his eyes as his mum and I embrace.
Franny turns to Lottie, who’s watching us.
“There’s a surprise I think you’ll like in the snug. Why don’t you come with me,” Franny says, linking arms with her granddaughter, who’s now taller than she is.
“What, Granny?”
Elijah takes my hand, and we follow behind the two, not needing to hide our relationship while it’s just us.
Franny opens the door, and a little squeak occurs.
A pen has been set up in the centre of the room, where a small golden rust puppy is busy fighting with a rope toy.
“Granny!” Lottie says, letting go of her grandmother’s arm and running forward. She turns to face her.
Franny grins. “Get in. She needs some attention, someone to play with.”
Elijah looks at his mum in amazement. “A puppy. Really?”
Franny shrugs. “Well, I’m here all alone, apart from an army of staff. I decided I quite fancied some company. My grandchildren will all love a puppy, so it’s the perfect way to blackmail you all into spending more time here.”
I chuckle at her logic, and Franny shoots me a wink.
“What is she called?” I say, moving towards the pen.
“Well, I thought Lottie might like to help name her. Callum is a little young yet.”
Lottie, is already on her knees, cuddling the furry pup.
“She’s a Vizsla,” Franny says. “One of our neighbours’ bitches had a litter and was looking to home the last one.”
As if this explains everything.
I can sense Elijah’s disbelief at his mother. I know she always refused to let them have dogs growing up.
“Do the others know?” Elijah asks.
“No, I thought I’d surprise them,” Franny says, and there’s no missing the mischievous glint in her eyes.
“Well, it will definitely be a surprise,” Elijah says drily.
I link my arm through his and give it a squeeze, earning myself a sexy smile.
“Come on,” I say. “Let’s leave Lottie and your mum to decide on a name.”
I take Elijah’s hand and lead him from the room.
We make our way upstairs and to our bedrooms.
“I can’t believe she’s got a dog. No strike that a puppy!”
I laugh and pull him around to face me.
“A puppy, Lottie’s not going to be able to drag herself away from for quite a while.”
I watch as dawning crosses his features, his hands going to my hips, pulling me against him.
My hands slide up his chest and around his neck, my fingers playing with the short hair at his nape.
“You make a very good point, Ms Dawson,” he says, a slow smile gracing his lips as they descend towards mine.
He licks along the seam of my mouth, making me groan. It’s been too long.
“I’ve missed you,” he tells me, deepening our kiss, his hands travelling up into my hair and angling my mouth, his tongue tangling with mine.
He walks us backwards towards the door, his hand twisting the lock, sealing us in.
I smile at the move.
“Does this mean you’re hoping to have your wicked way with me?” I ask cheekily.
“Oh, most definitely. I have blue balls, thanks to my daughter.”
I moan as my desire skyrockets. All that pent-up desire. My fingers tingle with the need to touch this man. I’m already wet, my core pulsing with need. I moan as his lips move to my neck, finding that sensitive spot that leaves me weak at the knees.
I cradle his head as his lips nip and suck.
“I’ve missed this,” I whisper into the air.
“Then I need to rectify that. I can’t leave you wanting.”
Before I know what he’s about to do, Elijah scoops me up in his arms and deposits me on the edge of the bed.
He drops to his knees in front of me, and I watch his tongue snake out and lick his lips. His hands slide up my thighs and move my skirt up and out of the way.
I bite my lip, knowing Elijah is going to find me wet and ready. Just being around the man puts me in the mood, and I want his cock deep inside me. These past two weeks have been a lesson in restraint.
Elijah’s eyes don’t leave mine as his fingers play with the lacy edge of my panties.
I bite down on my lip to suppress the moan that threatens to escape, as he pulls the material to one side, exposing my heated flesh to his gaze and the cool air of the room.
“Beautiful,” he says, dropping his head forward and out of sight, my skirt obscuring the view. My head drops back as his tongue sweeps from my opening to my clit.
“Elijah,” I hiss as he drops light kisses on the area. My desire leaks out of me, readying me.
“All good things,” he says, taking my clit between his lips and sucking gently.
My hips all but leap from the bed as desire shoots straight to my core.
“Ahh,” I croak as he continues to suck my swollen flesh, his finger moving to my opening, playing with the hole that begs to be filled.
My hands move to his head, grasping it to me, not wanting the sensation to end.
He sinks a finger into my body, my hips taking on a life of their own as they move in time with his movements and mouth.
When he curls his finger into my wall, I shudder, the sensation almost too much. He repeats the movement over and over until I’m writhing beneath his hands. I hold his head with one hand and raise the other to my mouth. Biting down on it to prevent myself from crying out.
Tears spring to my eyes as I’m overwhelmed with the feelings he’s provoking in me.
“Elijah,” I choke.
“Come for me, Pen,” he demands.
He inserts a second finger, pumping in and out as my body detonates around his digits.
My body shudders, my walls contracting hard.
“Fuck,” Elijah says.
His tongue now slowly lapping at my clit as I come down from my high, my shudders slowing.
I lie back and stare at the ceiling, my body spent. My legs shake, my womb still giving off tiny convulsions. I close my eyes.
The bed dips next to me.
I open my eyes and stare at the man who is turning my world upside down.
His thumb comes up and wipes my cheek, coming away glistening.
I swipe at my eyes, surprised to find them damp.
“Did I hurt you, Pen?” he asks, his voice filled with concern.
“No, it definitely wasn’t pain, unless you call, wringing every ounce of emotion out of me. Geez, Elijah, I don’t even want to know where you learned that.”
His cheeks darken.
I tilt my head, and he chuckles.
I reach up and pull him down, my mouth finding his, tasting myself on his lips. I push him onto his back, straddling him, my knees on either side of his waist, my skirt hitched up.
Elijah groans as he thrusts himself up against my core.
“I need you,” he says.
I slide my hand between us, undoing his jeans and helping push them down his hips, along with his boxers.
“Shit, condom,” he hisses as I cradle him between the lips of my pussy.
“I’ve been tested. I’m clean,” I tell him.
“Me too,” he says.
“I’m also on the pill,” I admit.
Although I was due to come off it after the wedding, glad now I hadn’t jumped the gun. A pregnancy now will not be ideal.
“Are you sure?” Elijah asks, his hips tipping as he rocks himself between my legs, coating himself in my juices.
“Absolutely.”
I lift up, taking Elijah in my hand.
“Stop. I want to see you,” he says.
I bite my lip and scoot backwards until I’m standing. I unzip my skirt and drop it to the floor, along with my soaking panties. I pull off my top and unclip my bra, letting my breasts fall free. They’re not large, but the way Elijah looks at them...
I stifle a moan as he sits up and shrugs out of his t-shirt and jeans until he, like me, is naked.
“Come here,” he says, lying back, allowing me to climb up his body.
I resettle above his throbbing cock.
“I need you,” I say. “My body wants you deep inside, stretching me. I want to feel your cum coating my insides.”
It’s Elijah’s turn to moan. He takes himself in his hand and I lift up, allowing him to align himself.
I feel him breach my entrance, my body stretching to accommodate his size. I press down, and we both exhale as I sink on to him.
“Pen,” he hisses as he bottoms out.
I can’t pull my gaze away. I move, slowly lifting myself up and down. His hands grip my hips as he helps control my movements. He sits up, taking one of my nipples into his mouth, sucking and nipping. My hands grasp his head as our bodies continue their frantic dance. I feel the pressure once again building in my core as my clit rubs against his pubic bone.
“I’m going to come,” I hiss, pulling his head away from my breast and locking my mouth on his, our kiss desperate.
“Then come for me. Milk my cock. I want to feel your muscles with nothing between us.”
His words have me exploding. I didn’t think my orgasms could get any more intense.
“Fuck!” Elijah swells inside me, my muscles clamping down hard.
He thrusts frantically, sliding in and out, extending my orgasm until he himself shudders, his movements becoming more frantic. I feel his cock jerk deep inside me, his body releasing itself into me.
I freeze, our mouths and tongues still battling until Elijah drops back, pulling me with him onto his chest. Our bodies still joined.
“Wow,” he says, brushing my hair from my face as my cheek rests against his chest.
“Wow indeed,” I say, unable to move. My limbs have turned to jelly.
A car door slams outside, and I can hear Gabriel and Leah being welcomed by Franny and Lottie.
“Shit,” I say, dragging myself upright.
Elijah clamps his arms around me, pulling me back down, tucking me into his side.
“You’re not going anywhere,” he tells me, dropping a kiss on the top of my head, his arms wrapping around me.
“Okay,” I say, snuggling back down. I’m not sure I could move right now, even if I wanted to.
I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat.
My fingers tingle with the need to touch him, and I smooth them over his skin. Something shifts within my chest as I feel Elijah’s and my cum coating my thighs. I’ve never had unprotected sex before, so the messy aftermath is not something I’m used to. My breath quickens at the sensation. This affectionate Elijah is something I could get used to.