Chapter 38
CHAPTER 38
C orinne. Saturday
It was another visit to Diamond’s Gym with Elijah. I decided to do aerobics on one of the stepping machines because it gave me a good view of the leg machines — and of Elijah sitting on one of them, lifting his legs and flexing the muscles in those thighs again and again and again. The best part of working out was watching my boyfriend work out.
A voice came up behind me and off to one side. “Hey, you.”
“Hi, Ben,” I said, turning to look at him, still working my own legs on the machine, but not very hard.
He said knowingly, “I’ve got the distinct feeling you come here for something besides the workouts.”
I blushed at him. It was partly from the effort I was putting in on the machine, but partly from how perceptive he was. He didn’t come right out and say that watching Elijah work out was a kind of foreplay for me, but Mr. Diamond of Diamond’s Gym was a pretty sharp and shrewd guy.
“Well,” I said, “when you have a boyfriend, you should have shared interests, after all.”
“I’m pretty sure I know what the shared interest is here,” Ben cracked.
Quickly changing the subject, I threw in the question, “So how are things going with you and Leanna?”
He laughed at how skillfully I’d changed topics, and we got to talking about my sister. I shared some of my favorite stories of the two of us growing up, which were sure to get me into trouble with Leanna later. And from the corners of my eyes, I continued to keep an eye on Elijah as he continued to put himself through his paces on the machines of his leg day.
At the end of his routines, Elijah, with a towel over his shoulders, came over to us and said, “You know, Ben, she’s working out on my dime, here. Do you think I can get a refund or a discount since she’s spending so much of her time shooting the breeze with you?”
I gave Elijah a playful swat on the arm as Ben laughed again.
Ben mentioned, “I was just thinking of how I’m going to have to start changing up my schedule a bit, turn over some time to other trainers.”
“Why’s that?” Elijah asked. “Anything wrong?”
“Nothing wrong,” said Ben. “I’m just going to have to work out more time to see Leanna. You know about how being interested in someone changes the old priorities…”
They gave each other a fist bump. “Sure do, buddy. That’s the best reason to change, isn’t it?”
I liked the sound of that.
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That evening, I had the rare experience of having a perfectly ordinary take-out dinner in the much better-than-ordinary setting of a billionaire’s penthouse.
Elijah and I sat on his couch with a fire in the fireplace, the most vividly orange and purple sunset in his big living room windows, and a coffee table full of empty dinner containers and an empty bottle of Elijah’s best wine, very full and very satisfied with our meal. Except for where we happened to be sitting and how breathtakingly gorgeous Elijah was, you would have taken us for a perfectly ordinary couple.
I pictured him in this same situation with Kathleen. She was such a stunner, it seemed to me that when they were together, she must have looked much more in her element here than I did.
And yet, here he was, not with his model-perfect ex, but with me. Boys and men had always thought I was pretty, but I was no Kathleen. Still, it was me here with Elijah. Just little old me. Not bad for a girl from Youngstown.
“What are you thinking?” Elijah asked.
I answered honestly. “I was thinking about Kathleen.”
He looked a bit perplexed and just slightly worried. “Why Kathleen?”
“We both had problems with your past. She couldn’t get over it. If she could have gotten over it, it would be her with you now, wouldn’t it?”
“She couldn’t, and it’s not Kathleen with me now. It’s you.” He touched my hand. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Somehow, everything works out, even if you don’t understand the reasons why things are the way they are at first.”
An impulse took me over. It may have come partly from the food or the wine, but it came mostly just from him; just from how beautiful Elijah was and how truly good Elijah was. Spurred on by that impulse, I reached over, grabbed him by the shirt collar, pulled him to me, and kissed him. It was a long, hard kiss, a kiss with a message.
When the kiss died down and we parted, Elijah stayed close, with a crackle in his eyes to match the crackle behind the damper of the fireplace. He got the message, for sure.
“We’d better take this to another room,” he said.
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There was no place to go from there except to his bed. Even more delicious and satisfying than the take-out meal was the banquet of Elijah’s body, for which I was more hungry than I’d ever been for anything else.
I wanted every luscious muscle of him, every part of him from his hair to his toes, the fleshy hills of his ass, the length and girth of his cock, the round succulence of his balls, and the thick white dollops of his cum. All of him, all over my boobs and buttocks, and as deep inside my pussy as he could go. Elijah lived to fuck and I lived for him to fuck me.
It was another time when we wanted his cock and my pussy together that we couldn’t be bothered with foreplay. It was about the fucking, as we both knew beyond a doubt that it always would be.
I was on my back on his bedspread, head on the pillows, legs apart, which was the way I could enjoy him best. He was on his knees between my parted thighs, and lifted them up to enclose him. Elijah moved the head of his cock up and down the folds of my opening, making that fleshy tip wet and slippery with my moisture and stoking the fire of my need for his big, long, thick tool.
“You want this cock?” he whispered.
“Yes,” I whispered back with all my desire. “Please.”
Continuing to tease my opening, he whispered, “Where do you want this fucking hard cock?”
I wet my lips and whispered, “In my pussy.”
He licked his own lips like a hungry, handsome animal. “Are you going to let me stick this cock in your pussy and fuck you all the time? Every night? Do you want to own this cock and let me own your pussy?”
Quivering as if I’d explode, I whimpered, “ Yes…please! ”
The teasing ended. One last swipe of his dick head along my labia, and with a smooth stroke, he eased his boner into the pussy whose virginity he’d taken, and gave me a thousand times more than he took. I gasped and cried out for joy as he began to fuck me, long and slowly and deeply.
In the midst of my cry of ecstasy, Elijah bore down on top of me, pressing his massive pecs against my yielding breasts and muffling my sounds with his mouth against mine. He drilled my cooch and pressed the sac of his balls against my mound, and fused our bodies together.
His humping carried me along on a journey into bliss. His body was the only man’s body I’d ever known. His perfect, thrusting cock was the only one I’d ever experienced. The steady, lusting rhythm of his urgent, impassioned fucking was the only such rhythm that had ever played in my life. And, I knew it was right because I had held out for the very best and had gotten it.
What was on top of me now, humping away, pumping his prick inside me with a need to match my own, was the best of all possible lovers, the best I could ever hope for, more lusty and wonderful than my once-virginal self could ever have imagined. On top of me now was all the totally carnal sexual joy that I could ever want or have. I showed him my absolute desire for him by pushing myself up against his thrust and reveling in every inch and throb of his dick.
Hovering over my face, Elijah let out low, intoxicated moans of lusty abandon. “God damn, you’re tight. Uuuhhh, your pussy’s so fucking tight. I love sticking my dick in you so fucking much… ”
It wasn’t only my voice that moaned back at him, relishing the press of his body and the thrust of his relentless dick inside the wetness of my pussy that he found so tight and clutching. It was my mind and my spirit wanting him. It was my entire being loving him, and every cell of my body desiring every bit of him.
My Elijah. All mine. My Elijah’s body topping me. My Elijah’s lips on mine. cock and balls. My Elijah, loving me with every exuberant stroke of his fucking.
He had started slowly, but was building in speed and power, beginning to pound me harder, to ram his crotch against mine as he plunged deep into me. I was starting to thrill to the full force of his desire, with his gym-hardened body and his lust-hardened dick.
All the years that I had waited for sex, resisted being fucked, were paying off now, in the perfection that now humped and bucked on top of me and rammed that long male hardness deep into the tightness of my passage. My fingernails raked up and down his back, spurring him into fucking my pussy as hard as he could. And Elijah, like the stallion that he was, sped up from a trot to a gallop. The beats of his banging went faster and faster like the hoof beats of a thoroughbred, and that dick inside me felt every bit as big as if it were the boner of that beast.
He grunted ferociously, “This pussy is mine! This cunt is mine! Mine, mine, MINE! Fuck, fuck, FUCK! ”
I believed him. He was possessing me totally, binding us together with the unceasing strokes inside my pussy, turning his need and my need into a single unified need for endless fucking. He demanded my pussy as much as I worshiped his body and cock.
“Mmm, yeah,” he groaned, hammering his dong inside me with all of his gym-trained stamina and endurance. He slurped at my lips. “My dick and your pussy, me fucking you. Oh, yeah… Oh, yeah… ”
His moans were like a hymn of sex. The bed was like the altar of a church of passion. That was truly what it was when Elijah fucked me. I may have been raised in one faith, but my true faith now was in the Church of Elijah Bennett’s Body. And with every impassioned stroke and plunge of his cock, I was growing more and more devout. We were a church of two, one body lying and humping atop another. Our cries of joy were our sexual hymn, our song of devotion to his dick penetrating my pussy. And, Elijah would reign over my body and my sex forever and ever.
Moaning under him, ecstatically receiving the thrusts of his cock, I might as well have been shouting, Hallelujah! It was a pure spiritual rapture, my own expression of physical, sexual glory.
I could feel us being totally in sync in every way — in mind, in body, in spirit. Though I had joined the “game” of sex later than most people do, I was quickly learning how it felt to be completely at one with a man. In the increasingly desperate, frenzied sound of Elijah’s voice, in the quickening of his beats against my body and the maddened plunging of his cock inside me; in the growing throb and heat of his dick as it hurriedly penetrated my pussy, there were the telltale signs that he was getting near.
My own excitement rose to match his, so fast, so ecstatically, that I couldn’t contain it. The urgent and feverish rustle of his bush against my clit drove me to where Elijah was so quickly headed. I turned into a body of searing bright, red-hot, overflowing pleasure, and I shouted out, “OH, ADAM! OH…OH…OH, ADAM!”
The orgasm that he gave me triggered his own. Ramming his dick hard into me, Elijah gasped insanely, “SAVANNAH! FUCK, SAVANNAH, FUCK! OH, FUCK, OH, FUCK, OH, FUCK!” Deep inside me, his own eruption was happening now. The hot white lava of his semen rushed out from his balls, through the shaft of his cock, out of his glans and into my womb.
I lowered my legs, grabbed his ass, and dug in my nails, sending a delicious pain into his body and mixing it with the mind-reeling pleasure of his coming. His dick throbbed wildly inside me, letting me know that he was releasing everything contained in those beautiful balls that pressed so hard against my mound. It was the finish of the most awesomely, lusciously passionate fuck.
We ended up with Elijah staying on top of me, his dick still hard and needy, his mouth seeking mine and our breaths turning into breathless laughter. Kissing me sweetly, keeping the length of his boner sheathed inside me, Elijah gasped and chuckled away, “Corinne… Oh, fuck… Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck… ”
And, that was what Elijah had done to me, which no other man ever had. It was what I would want only from him, so many times more.
Everything became a blur of post-coital satisfaction. I felt the little sorrow of his softened dick slipping from my pussy, and I felt our bodies shifting and him moving off me and onto the bedspread beside me.
In this lovely sexual afterglow came the lingering tingle of his fingers between my legs, sliding on my semen-slick mound and caressing my slippery labia, a reminder that he was my “boss” in every way. He provided both my livelihood and my greatest feeling of being alive. I would not have had it any other way because that meant I would absolutely have him.
Seeing more clearly now after being wrapped up in whirling clouds of sexual bliss, I looked at this piece of utter handsomeness now fingering my pussy and looking back at me as if I were the only thing in the world. My future stretched out in my mind, and it was made up of Elijah’s body and the softened but still large cock now resting against his thigh with a little stream of cum still leaking forth from it.
I reached over and wet my fingertip with the last of his cum and rubbed it over his cock head, making his dick leap a bit and making Elijah smile sexily. I saw and felt him enjoying how much I truly enjoyed him. But, there was only one lingering question, one last shadow of a doubt that needed to be chased away for this joy of Elijah fucking me to be truly complete.
“Elijah?” I whispered.
“Hmm?”
“Can I ask you something? Can you tell me something, honestly?”
“Sure,” he said, brushing my pubes with his slippery fingertips.
“Are you sure you’re really satisfied with me?”
The question startled him. “Why would you ask that?”
“Because you’re my first and my only. The only man who’s ever been my lover, not just my steady boyfriend. I know your past sex life has been more than just Kathleen and me. You’ve done it with a lot of other women. You’ve had so much more experience. I just can’t help wondering whether a woman who hasn’t been around is really enough for you.”
He took on a very serious look and pulled me closer. He kissed me, sweetly and intently, and said, “Well, you can just stop wondering that right now. There’s so much goodness in you, Corinne, more than I ever thought there was in me. I never, ever would have thought I’d ever be fucking a woman so good.
“Hell, you shouldn’t be wondering if you’re ‘enough’ for me. I’m the one who ought to be asking if I’m ‘enough’ for you.” He pecked at my lips. “After all the time you held out, never accepting a man’s cock, am I living up to your expectations?”
“You are more than enough for me,” I said, giving his ass a squeeze. “Elijah, I know we were meant to be this way. It’s good and it’s right and it was meant to be, whether you think of it as a ‘higher power’ willing it or just the two right people meeting by chance, the way we are together wouldn’t feel so perfect every time you’re inside me if it wasn’t good and right. No matter how long it lasts, it’s absolutely right.”
“Oh, it’s going to last,” he said. “If I have my way, it’ll never end.”
Brushing his fingertip teasingly along the opening of my pussy again, making me feel like giggling, he added, “And, I mean to have my way a lot. ” He was silent for a meaningful beat which was filled only with the feeling of his finger at my sex. Then, he said just as meaningfully, “I love you. I do. I love you, Corinne.”
We kissed, a long, slow, deep kiss, with Elijah’s tongue slipping into my mouth and our naked, desiring bodies entwining. It was a kiss that symbolized our total joining, and the times ahead of us that we would spend joining totally.
After the kiss, we rested in each other’s arms. A profound insight came into my mind that I needed to share, the way we had shared each other’s body and what lay between our legs.
“Elijah, I left home to go out into the world and start a career, and see what was out there in the world that I didn’t know. And, that’s just what I got. I came from a very safe, sheltered life. But, that’s not what the world is. The world isn’t a safe, sheltered place. There are things in the world completely different from the life that I grew up in, things that scared me. It wasn’t what I knew, and it wasn’t safe. And, I was completely thrown by it.
“But, I think I understand now that I can’t be in the world and be scared of it because it’s different and not what I know. I can’t be scared of the world. Just like I can’t be scared of the way it feels when we’re in bed together.”
Caressing my ass, Elijah said, “You never, ever need to be afraid of anything about me. All you ever need to do is open your legs for me and let my dick into your pussy. Let me fuck you and let everything else take care of itself.” He kissed me again. “Fucking, Corinne. Just me fucking the pussy of the woman I love. That’s all that matters now.”
We kissed excitedly and rolled back and forth on the bed. It was a very, very wealthy man whose bed I was sharing, but there was no question that Elijah himself was my fortune.
Growing still but remaining entwined, we shared the warmth of our flesh and moved our hands up and down and all over each other. “You know, the first time I fucked you, it was the first time I’d had virgin pussy since I got laid for the first time myself, and I didn’t even know it. And that’s okay because it gets me so fucking horny, hornier than I think I’ve been since I was a kid, knowing my cock is the only one you’ve ever touched and licked and sucked, and there’s never been another cock or any other cum inside your pussy but mine. That just drives my dick crazy, Corinne.”
“Then be crazy and horny for me,” I told him. “Please, always be the way you are now. I want all the sex you have. You can have all the sex you want from me. Let’s just be this way, always.”
He rolled me onto my back and put himself half on top of me, and gave me a kiss to make steam pour from his ears and mine. “You know what we’re going to do? Everything sexual we want to do, all the fucking time, for sure. But, we’re going to set you up with a prescription for some pills, that’s what we’re going to do. Because I don’t think you’re ready to be a mother right now, are you?”
“No,” I admitted.
“Right. And, I don’t like condoms. I don’t want to be putting anything in you but my dick, and wads and wads of cum.” He kissed me playfully and chuckled, “Elijah’s wads, how about that?”
I stroked his face and chuckled back at him, “Elijah’s wads. I love it. And, I love you. I just love you so much.”
“It’s settled, then. You and me in bed, every night, my dick inside your pussy. Never just once and never a quickie. And a fuck to start the day, every morning.” He pecked my lips again. “And, lots and lots of love…”
Nothing more needed to be said after that. Elijah’s erection was back, and he meant to use it. He put himself all the way on top of me and slid it into me again, and the rest of our lives began with more hard humping.