Chapter Twenty-Nine #2
Two minutes later, there was a soft rap on my apartment door. Tiptoeing across the kitchen, I opened the door and there he was, dressed in the same dark jeans and shirt from earlier. The same raw hunger shone in his eyes.
Elijah invaded my space and forced me back a step as he came close. He shut the door behind him, locking the deadbolt while never taking his eyes off of me. “I thought I fucked-up earlier with you.” His voice was low, dark, and sweet all wrapped into one perfect man.
I shook my head and let my eyes trace the planes of his wide chest, remembering how he looked shirtless.
His hand wrapped around me and gripped my butt before pulling me flush against me.
For a moment, I was on my tiptoes, and then Elijah lifted me higher.
My palms flattened on his chest as he carried me across the room.
Elijah was so powerful that he did it with one arm as his other hand was occupied caressing my butt.
His touch dampened my panties and ignited a fire within me.
Everything about Elijah’s actions was purely sexual already pushing me to the edge.
He placed me on my feet long enough to wrench my dress over my hips. Then he carried me over to the kitchen table. The wood creaked beneath me but it didn’t collapse.
One minute with Elijah and everything I knew about sex seemed dull and wrong. I’d never been manhandled and that was all Elijah seemed to like doing. What had I been missing?
Elijah rubbed his palms against the sides of my legs like it was a battle between gentle and rough. In the dimly lit room I could see Elijah’s hesitation. His eyes roved over me, unsure what he should do next.
He snaked his hand behind my neck. My heart beat wild in anticipation of our first kiss.
Panting heavily, Elijah’s eyes clouded with a fierce sexual haze before he leaned in, and captured my lips—his five o’clock shadow scraped along my nose and chin.
His tongue swept along my seam, seeking permission.
He pulled it back and tried again. That time I parted for him, the dark mocha taste of him stealing all senses as our tongues met.
My core throbbed as he gripped my neck more firmly and devoured my mouth like he was starved for me.
Our heavy breathing, like a beautifully scripted love song, filled the room.
Elijah’s hand slid over my shoulder and grabbed my strap and it fell from my shoulder.
He tugged at the fabric until my breast came free.
As he cupped my boob—handling it rougher than I was used to—I moaned.
Elijah continued kissing, flicking his tongue over mine before he dragged his mouth away.
He placed his forehead against mine and then glanced down at my breast. When he slid his thumb and forefinger over my puckered nipple and pinched, I cried out.
He tugged harder and squeezed. Milk spilled out. I raked my fingers through his hair.
“Holy fuck, you’re the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. ”
I felt my face burning, not out of embarrassment. I was just so turned on.
He pulled at my other strap, not satisfied until he had both my breasts on display. He stepped away and admired me. “I’ve never seen anyone more perfect. You’re perfect. And I’m going to spend the rest of the night worshipping every inch of you.”
He bent down taking each of my breasts into his hands.
Suddenly his lips were on my nipples. I sighed and gripped the edge of the table.
His tongue flicked out, teeth caught and tugged just enough…
Panting, I grabbed his hair again. He sucked and lapped giving each nipple attention.
When I heard Elijah swallowing, it registered. He was drinking my milk!
I didn’t know whether to be disgusted or flattered. It should have been strange at the least, but it wasn’t. I was too into Elijah and how good he made me feel to be self-conscious.
I started to fall backward, unaccustomed to feeling so much at once.
He lifted his head and dark animalistic eyes swept over me.
Elijah kissed along my neck easing me onto my back.
The joy my soul felt turned into an aching anticipation between my thighs.
I was a trembling mess as Elijah’s palm splayed on my stomach.
He gazed at me with so much admiration before moving on to my thighs.
He spread them further apart and bent my legs until my feet were on the table’s edge.
My dress was bunched up around my waist. Elijah tugged at my panties until they were off.
The next thing I knew, Elijah buried his face between my legs catching me by surprise.
“Ah!” I moaned.
He rubbed his finger over my clit, and my back arched.
My body shook as I started to come in his mouth.
Elijah gave a satisfying groan and drank his fill.
While his mouth sucked, he shoved his thick fingers inside me.
The man worked magic leaving me writhing and crying out.
When I thought I could take no more, he slipped in another finger.
Then he gently bit along the inside of my thigh working back to my clit.
“ Elijahhhh,” I cried out as I came like a tsunami all over his face. He didn’t relent, even when my body convulsed and shuddered against him. He kissed along my thigh softly, quietly, his fingers slowing as if to give me a second.
Just when my body started to relax, Elijah did it all over again. Minutes later, I reached my peak again. That was a first for me—multiple orgasms.
My body was limp as he stood and leaned over me, his digits still pressed inside me. He dragged his teeth over my bottom lip allowing me to taste myself. Elijah whispered, “Baby, you’ll have to be quiet, or you’ll wake them. I’m far from finished with you.”
I trembled and nodded as he curved his fingers inside me.
My back arched again, and Elijah kissed me deeply, but softly this time.
I placed my hand over his and raised my pelvis, urging him to a quicker pace.
He groaned. “Jesus fuck, you’re so precious.
I don’t deserve to touch you.” I kissed his neck.
“Is Eli in your room?” I nodded. “The sofa then. I don’t trust you not to be loud. ”
I whimpered my protest as his fingers left my body.
Elijah scooped me up with him. He placed me on my feet, pushing the sundress down over my hips until it pooled at my feet.
My skin prickled with the awareness that I was completely naked in front of that man.
The thought was as thrilling as it was terrifying.
Stretch marks lined my breasts, but I saw nothing but desire in his dark eyes.
The hard, long length of his erection trapped inside his jeans was another reminder that despite all the changes to my body after becoming a mom, Elijah was completely into whatever he saw when he looked at me.
But I couldn’t be the only naked person in the room.
I grabbed the bottom of his shirt, and he helped me lift it over his head, tossing it to the floor.
I took him in. His muscled chest was peppered with dark hair.
It was sparse—only noticeable up close as I traced his tattoos with my fingers. I dug my toes into the carpet.
I loved everything about him .
Feeling bold, I stepped closer and placed a kiss above his right nipple.
I felt more than saw his hand move to his back pockets.
He tossed his wallet on the couch before grabbing me by the waist and turning me around as he flopped down on the couch with me on his lap.
My knees were at his sides, his giant erection pressed between my thighs.
Heat soared low in my belly despite his jeans separating us.
I ran my hands over his broad chest as I leaned forward and kissed him.
He rubbed my arms up and down, then he cupped my butt, rocking me back and forth along his erection.
Animalistic sounds came from deep down in Elijah’s throat.
The guttural noise went straight to my pussy. He pinched and pulled at my nipples.
“Elijah,” I whimpered. “ Please.” I needed to know how he felt inside me before I drowned in all these incredible sensations I experienced.
I placed my hand over the tent in his jeans and gripped him, sliding my fingers along his length.
He was big. Suddenly I wanted to see every inch of him.
Elijah started to unzip his jeans, and I moved back to give him room.
Seconds later, Elijah’s jeans were around his knees.
I gasped. The man went commando, and I got my first look at his dark, veiny cock, bobbing forward.
He was so hard and thick, almost painfully so.
How was he holding back? I wanted him to get his release more than I wanted my third one.