Chapter 5Maisie
Chapter Five
Maisie
I 'm not done with you yet.
The words play on a loop as Elijah stares at me with a hungry look in his eyes.
I practically had to push him away when things got a little too sensitive, even now he looks like he'd be content to be back down between my legs.
Pretty sure I've never come that hard in my entire life without rechargeable help.
He pulls his shirt over his head, revealing even more tattoos. The same traditional tattoo designs trail over his chest and down his sides, his stomach bare except for the patch of hair disappearing under his jeans, which now reveals the outline of his enormous cock.
Oh.
I reach out, dragging my fingertips along the thick black outlines and across the splashes of color.
The way Elijah holds his breath as I let my hands drift lower down his side makes me feel powerful.
He reaches for me but stops, balling his fist at his side as I tug his belt free and unzip his jeans, exposing the thick outline of his cock through his navy boxer briefs.
Everything about this man has my mouth watering—the tattoos, the hint of musk and sweat mixed with the scent of the forest at night.
I lean close, kissing his stubbled jaw and down his neck, stopping at his collarbone then charting a path with my tongue towards his abdomen as I pull his boxers and jeans over his hips and thighs. His cock rests against the fabric as long as it can before it’s free and hanging between us.
“Maisie.” He murmurs my name, it is at once a breath and a plea.
I fully expected his cock to look different, but he’s very human, large and thick with extra girth near the base.
Elijah lets out a sharp hiss as I wrap my fingertips around his shaft with a long, languid stroke, rubbing my thumb over the tip, pulling back the foreskin and spreading the bead of precum across the head.
I run my tongue along the underside, towards the crown, and let it rest against my lips, chasing the hint of salt before taking it into my mouth.
His fingers tangle in my hair, moving it out of my face and holding it back as I take him deeper with a firm grip on the base of his shaft, swirling my tongue along the steadily leaking tip, humming at the taste of him.
It quickly turns into a personal challenge of how much I can take, and what noises I can pull from him until his resolve snaps.
“You little brat,” Elijah chuckles, the sound cut off by a whimper, his hips rocking to meet my movements.
I pull away, stroking the length of his cock and smiling up at him, “Can’t say you don’t like it.”
He grits his teeth, letting out a sharp breath and gives me a wicked smile, “I do, but I’m not going to last much longer if you keep sucking my cock like that.”
His free hand slides down along the base of my spine, grabbing my ass before following the curve and cupping my pussy, palm grinding against my clit.
The whimper that escapes my mouth shocks us both as he traces his fingers along my entrance.
“Still so fucking wet for me.” He says under his breath, hooking his fingers and dragging them along my inner walls. The slow, undulating thrusts have me feeling like I’m caught in a snare.
I chase the building pressure, rocking into his fingers and riding his hand with wild abandon until he stills, leaving me breathless.
“Why did you stop?” I ask, looking up at him.
“Come here.” He growls and grips my hair, pulling me into a passionate kiss and guiding us back down onto the bed, seating himself between my legs, “I said I wasn’t done with you.”
He looms over me, eyes flicking to his dog tags hanging between us. Without a word, he lifts the small beaded necklace and puts it over my head, the two metal pieces bearing his name and blood type settle against my chest, still warm from his skin.
I’m trying to ignore the meaning, because this feels significant. So, instead I watch as he leans across the bed and grabs a condom from the end table, tearing open the black and gold foil packaging with his teeth and smoothing it down over his cock.
“Look at me,” Elijah says, dragging his tip along the length of my pussy, “We’re going to go slow.”
I stare up into his eyes, and suddenly after feeling like my world has been spinning out of control, everything slots back into place.
“Breathe, baby girl.” He nods his head, letting out a groan as he slides the tip in.
He’s much bigger than I’m used to, and even his gentle movements have me gripping his shoulders, fingertips searching for purchase. I can tell he’s willing to take his time with me, and I’m no quitter.
After a few minutes, his shallow thrusts grow deeper until I’m writhing and arching my back to meet the fullness that threatens to split me apart and then stitch me together again.
“Fuck,” his teeth graze my shoulder almost as a warning, “Look at you taking my cock so well.”
I drag my nails down his back, grabbing his ass and watching the flame spark behind his eyes as that smile returns.
Elijah grips my thigh, angling his hips and sinking deeper, testing my limits again. His slow thrusts turn frantic, pulling noises out of me I’ve never thought possible.
“Don’t stop.” I cry out, clutching his shoulders.
Each stroke brings me closer and closer to the edge, but never lets me fall. I slip my hand between us, stroking my clit in strong circles, feeling the thread holding me together begging to fray.
“That’s it.” He moans in my ear a long drawn out, “Fuck.”
The thread snaps, and I’m thrown over, my legs shaking as they cling to his hips, pulling him in deeper. Elijah keeps his rhythm in short bursts, drawing out my orgasm.
He’s lost all restraint as he clutches my thigh and ruts against me, another orgasm taking me by surprise. This one is less intense, and more like being enveloped by a rising tide.
Elijah slows his movements to a stop, resting his forehead against mine, cool sweat running down his brow.
“That was.” I sigh, kissing his shoulder.
“It was.”
He pulls away, and I feel the loss immediately.
Bracing himself with one arm, he smiles and tucks my hair behind my ear, eyes searching my face. The gesture itself feels more intimate than anything we’ve done tonight.
The tiny voice in my head is rejoicing. This is where I’ve always wanted to be. Maybe this is how it was meant to go. At once I want to celebrate and mourn all the chances I had pushed away, letting that one moment 18 years ago hold me back.
No, it had to be now. I can’t explain it, okay, maybe part of it is the oxytocin release and being fucked properly for the first time in years, but this feels natural. It feels right.
“You really are gorgeous, you know that?”
“My hair must look terrible.” I roll my eyes, smoothing it away from my face.
“No, none of that.” He touches my chin, re-centering my attention on those deep blue eyes. “You look perfect. I, on the other hand, need a shower.” Elijah moves to the edge of the bed, looking over his shoulder. “Wanna join me?”
I shrug, sitting up, “I could probably use another.”