Chapter 65
CHAPTER
SIXTY-FIVE
“Elijah,” I whine, hating the neediness in my voice, but enough is enough.
“Yes, sweetheart?” he asks, his lips and stubbled chin glistening with my cum as he tilts his head back from where he’s had his face buried between my thighs. “Something wrong?”
I roll my eyes. “You’ve been edging me for weeks.”
His gaze softens, lips tilting into a gentle smile as he climbs up my body, resting on his side with his head propped on his hand.
The sun’s setting rays peek through the living room curtains, casting a golden glow over his sharp cheekbones and full lips, sage-green eyes twinkling with mischief.
“It’s not on purpose, baby. I’ve been enjoying learning your body and my own.
” He brushes the pad of his thumb over my swollen bottom lip, pulling it free from my teeth.
“And I’ve bloody loved it. I have, I promise.”
“But?” he asks, tilting his head, worry etching between his brows.
“But,” I repeat, dragging the word out, “I’m ready for you to impale me with your massive schlong.”
He falls back against the sofa cushions he has littering the living room floor, creating a nest—that familiar, safe space we so often get lost in together.
Throwing a forearm over his face, laughter bellows out of him.
“Are these analogies going to get worse the more I hold out? Next, will it be ‘Stuff my hot pocket with your bangers and mash’?”
I smack his shoulder and drape myself over his chest. “That’s bloody vile,” I murmur. He uncovers his face, resting his palm along the base of my spine.
His expression mellows, and he presses a kiss to my temple. “I want you so fucking badly, Adhira,” he whispers against the shell of my ear.
“Then what’s holding you back?” I ask, knowing damn well it isn’t a lack of attraction. The man is obsessed with me. Besides, I’m a delight.
His cheeks heat, and he turns sheepish, averting his gaze from mine, but I tuck my fingers under his chin and draw him back to me.
“It’s just that—” He nibbles his lower lip, nose scrunching, and I desperately want to kiss him, but then we’ll get distracted, and I’ll lose all sight of this conversation.
“Just that what?” I coax.
“You deserve perfection, Adhira. And I know I’m not bloody perfect, but what we have is as close to it as I think any two people can get,” he says, burying his face in his hands.
Butterflies whirl around in my stomach. I hate that he overthinks everything, but love that it’s because he cares so much. “Then what’s the problem?”
“I just wanted it to be special, but every time I thought of ways to surprise you, my ideas fell flat, or they were just…bloody weird.” His face flames, and I adore it.
“Weird?” I cock my head, unable to keep my smile tethered.
He groans. “Like renting out an aquarium for the night.”
“Wait…for—”
He sits up, tossing his hands in the air.
“Yes! I considered renting out an entire aquarium for my first time—our first time together—and then I realised how bloody weird that is. Where would we even do it? Would the animals be forced to watch? Is that abuse? They certainly didn’t sign up for it.
Are there cameras in aquariums? Would we have been arrested for public indecency before I ever even got my dick inside you?
Are there even orcas at our local aquarium?
If there are, shouldn’t we be boycotting them and standing outside with pitchforks, demanding their release instead—”
My body quakes with laughter as I slap a palm over his mouth, guiding him to lie back down as I shift to straddle his waist.
“You are so precious,” I whisper, unable to keep myself from stealing just one kiss.
The moment my lips meet his, heat blooms beneath my ribs and low in my belly, his tongue swiping the seam of my mouth.
He winds his fingers in my hair and pulls me closer, his teeth biting into my lower lip, sucking and leaving the taste of cinnamon on my tongue.
“I love that you thought of the idea, no matter how ridiculous it was,” I tell him, pressing my forehead to his.
“And I adore that you thought of all the questions I’d have asked too.
” He gazes up at me with so much warmth in those sage-green eyes.
“But I don’t need any of it, Elijah. You and I—well, we’re perfect together, just as we are.
And if you need to wait longer, I can make it work, no matter how badly my libido might protest. But if you’re avoiding this because you think I have some perceived belief of what perfection is, well then, I need you to take a look in the mirror, because you are precisely who I picture when the word comes to mind. ”
“Adhira?” He says my name like a question, his voice low and hesitant.
“Hmm?”
“You’ve been reading my romance novels, haven’t you?” he asks, and I squeak out a laugh as he flips us over, pressing down on me like a paperweight.
“No comment.” My lips twitch at the amusement glittering in his eyes.
“Naughty girl,” he whispers, leaning forward to press a kiss to the centre of my throat. “Where would you say the perfect place to bed you would be, if you had your pick?”
I tap my chin mockingly, but a true, sweet answer comes to mind as I look around us.
“Right here. You’ve always made me feel so safe, Elijah.
And just like when you used these cushions to create a pillow fort for me, I think you deserve a safe space for this moment too.
What better place than where I’ve felt safest in my life? ”
His gaze turns glassy. “You’re incredible, you know that?” he asks, voice soft and reverent.
“I do.”
He chuckles.
“Why don’t you show me just how incredible I am?”
A deep groan rumbles from his throat. He looks down between us at his rapidly growing erection, and my mouth waters, but my throat has been filled with him daily for two bloody weeks. My pussy deserves this, and who am I to steal her thunder?
“Do you want me to wear a condom?” he asks, and I shake my head.
“I’ve got an IUD, and I've been tracking my cycle closely these last few weeks. I still have zero desire for a child, but I wanted your first time to end with you filling me with your cum, so I took extra precautions.”
His head falls forward, and he squeezes his eyes shut. “You’re trying to kill me,” he rasps.
“No. I’m trying to fuck you. Very different.”
“I love you, Adhira Shah.” Butterflies swarm in my gut as he lowers himself on top of me, his warm, bare chest pressed to mine. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing him say that.
My nipples pebble on contact as he cages me in, arms anchored on either side of my head, our breath mingling.
“And I’m about to show your pretty pussy just how much I love her too,” he says with a lopsided smirk that could have me coming undone at the sight alone—though his words have laughter spilling out of me.
“I’m ready for your meat rocket, baby,” I tell him, my whole body trembling with laughter. He shakes his head, burrowing his face into the side of my neck, and the laughter dies somewhere in the back of my throat as he presses a hot kiss to my bounding pulse.
He works his way down to my collarbones, tenderly pressing his lips to the scar forming from where my port once was.
He runs his tongue over my skin, stopping to suck on my nipple, then makes his way to the other side, swirling his tongue and nipping at the delicate flesh.
Pressure builds at the base of my spine, wetness pooling between my thighs as if I weren’t already impossibly ready for this man.
For my man.
“This”—he suckles on the skin over my hip bones, flicking the tip of his tongue over a tiny mole on the right—“is my favourite landmark. It’s like a north star leading me right”—he continues lower, halting his movements just above my pubic bone—“here.” He kisses me there, his tongue slipping out and swiping lower.
My toes curl as he finds my clit with his eyes closed.
He’s done a damn good job of learning my body, and I have no complaints.
“I need—”
“You need what, baby?” He swipes the tip of his pointer finger through my folds, separating them, pressing against my entrance. Filling me to the third knuckle, my back arches, tingles of pleasure racing up my spine. “Your needy cunt is fucking soaked for me, sweetheart. It’s all for me, right?”
“Yes—” I cry out, eyes clenching shut as he slides a second finger into me, curving them to press against my G-spot.
“You’re so good for me. So wet and ready for me to claim you,” he whispers against my thigh, pressing a kiss to the inside of my knee as he bends my leg, hiking it over his shoulder. “I’m big,” he says, adding a third finger, as if it’s any explanation for why he’s fucking torturing me right now.
“Y-you know, instead of getting your dick stroked metaphorically with words, you could be getting it—Oh my god, yes!” A full-body shiver rolls through me as he nips at my clit, rolling his teeth over it while pumping his fingers inside me.
He pulls back, slapping my pussy, and my body jolts.
“And rather than using that smart mouth of yours to complain, you could be a good girl and come on my fingers so I know you’re ready to take my cock inside our tight, sweet cunt.
” If his words weren’t enough of a shock, the cocky smile he tosses my way completes the picture.
Beneath all of his sinfully sweet layers, my blushing boy has a wild streak that I can’t wait to see more of.
I give in to his demands, allowing him to draw an orgasm out of me that threatens to steal the breath from my lungs as he devours me with his mouth and stretches me with his fingers. But it’s his words that finally push me over the edge, leaving me light-headed and dizzy.
“Come for me, Adhira. Let me see you shatter on my fingers before I make you come apart on my cock.”
Heat zips up my spine, the pressure he’s had building low in my belly obliterating with a flick of his tongue and a curve of his fingers.
Tingles of pleasure reverberate through me like waves of euphoria, and when I finally come back down to earth, he continues a slow, shallow stroke through my wet heat, coaxing trembling aftershocks through my limbs.