Chapter 68
CHAPTER 68
ELIJAH
H arper calls me on our safe line to say she’s on Kristophe’s plane.
My phone pings again as she sends a picture on the group chat. I inhale, not recognising my baby sister. I’ll hand it to Kristophe, he’s been a tremendous help in getting her to safety and I feel better knowing he’s there, especially now she’s heading to a new life, albeit temporarily, until we can close down what’s going on here.
My stomach churns at the thought of her being alone in another country. But Kristophe has reassured me. He’ll be there to help, day or night. He has a vast network all over the country.
My buzzer rings and my heart picks up.
It’s been too long. I throw open the door and pull Pen into my arms.
“I’ve missed you,” I say.
My mouth closes on hers as I pull her into the apartment, slamming the door closed behind her.
She kisses me back with the same enthusiasm, a gentle groan escaping against my lips as I pull her hard against me, letting her know exactly how much.
Her hand slides under my t-shirt, my muscles contracting sharply as she rakes her nails gently against my skin.
I pull my top over my head, walking her backwards and into the main living room.
Pen freezes. “What about Lottie?” she asks, pulling away.
“Really? I’m seducing you, and all you can think about is my daughter?”
She drops her head against my chest and groans. “You know what I mean.”
I laugh. “I do. Lottie is spending the night with Dani. Girl stuff apparently. Not something I would understand.”
I grimace, making Pen laugh. “She’s growing up. Just wait until she meets a boy.”
“Please, don’t remind me,” I groan, before pulling her back into my arms. “But, the positive, it does mean we have the apartment to ourselves for the whole night.”
Pen gives me a smouldering look and I pull her back against me, our lips tangling as our hands work frantically to remove unwanted layers of clothing.
When our skin is finally bared, Pen spins and grips the back of my sofa, looking at me over her shoulder.
I grin and step forward, dropping to my knees.
“What?” she protests.
“I need to taste you,” I tell her, closing my mouth over her centre before dragging my tongue from her clit to her opening. She’s ready and wet. I tease her with my tongue, playing with her sensitive flesh. My tongue dipping in and out of her entrance. I hold her hips steady as I use my tongue and mouth to drive her higher. When she comes apart, I jump to my feet, lining myself up with her convulsing entrance, before sliding home. The walls of her pussy clamp around me as I slide in and out, picking up speed. She moans loudly as I drive forward, before withdrawing, her muscles clenching hard against my cock.
“You feel amazing,” I say, dropping a kiss between her shoulder blades, my hand coming around and covering her breast, tweaking and pinching her nipples, the way I’ve found she likes. Pen stands up, her back against my front. I bend my knees slightly, but her height allows for me to continue driving in and out of her.
“Oh,” she squeaks, her hands coming up and around my neck, pulling me down until my lips find the sensitive spot just above her shoulder.
“I’m going to come again,” she says breathlessly, her amazement clear.
“Then let go,” I say, clamping my lips onto her neck and sucking.
Her body trembles, her muscles locking. I speed up my own movements, pumping in and out, my own orgasm building. I drop my hand to her clit, to continue her orgasm until she is writhing and groaning. I pump in a few more times, her muscles driving me over the edge. I feel my cum spurt into her warmth, a feeling of contentment I’ve never experienced before overwhelming me.
“Marry me,” I say against her skin, unable to stop the words.
Pen turns her head with such force I have to pull back to prevent her from head butting me.
“What did you just say?”
“I said. Penelope Dawson. Will you marry me?”
Pen stares at me wide eyed. Her top lip caught between her teeth. When it pings out, I notice the mirth in her eyes. “Elijah Frazer, are you really asking me to marry you with your cock buried deep in my pussy and your cum running down my leg?”
“I suppose I am,” I tell her with a shrug. Withdrawing from her body and scooping her up into my arms. Pen lets out a laugh and wraps her arms around my neck.
I carry her through my bedroom and into the shower, before taking my time to clean her up. I finally wrap her in a large fluffy bath sheet, my towel knotted at my waist.