Chapter 8
CHAPTER
EIGHT
ELIJAH TUGGED HIS jeans off and stood at the edge of the bed in his blue boxer briefs. Georgia’s beautiful emerald eyes were sparkling like she was up to no good.
Which was typical for her.
“We’re not dating, and this is just for tonight?” She repeated back what he said to her.
His hand grabbed her ankle and slid her to the edge of the bed. Taking his time, he took off each of her heels and caressed her feet. “Can you handle that?”
“Can you?” She gave him a skeptical look.
He dropped her foot. “Take off your clothes.”
There was a second of hesitation on her end, an innocence he wasn’t expecting from her. Like she wasn’t sure what to do.
“Georgia.” Elijah stepped closer to her, and his finger tipped her chin up, so they were looking at each other. “Do you want this?”
She nodded.
“Words. I need to hear your words.”
The way she licked her bottom lip made his cock jump. Fuck, this woman was going to ruin him.
And she didn’t even realize it.
“I want this.” She breathed out. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this.”
He chuckled. “Probably as long as I have. From the moment I saw you, I wanted to fuck you.”
Georgia stood by the edge of the bed, lifting the flimsy material she called a dress up and over her hips.
Elijah was hypnotized watching her undress like she was slowly giving him a peek at his favorite dessert he couldn’t wait to eat.
She lifted the flimsy material over her head and threw the dress in the corner.
Holy fuck.
Georgia was perfection.
He took his fist to his mouth and bit his hand to cover his groan.
All her luscious curves were on display. Her breasts were going to be more than a handful; they were so full and round, pushed up by her bra. Her hips were made to grip and grab; her smooth skin he wanted to devour wit his mouth. Her legs were long, and he couldn’t wait for them to wrap around him.
“You did promise me an orgasm,” Georgia reminded him as he ogled her.
“Sit down.”
Thank fuck she listened. Elijah dropped to his knees.
He stared at his pin-up model. “You’re getting more than one, I fucking promise.”
Without another word, his face was between her legs to worship her. She still had on her bra and panties, but those were minor details. Elijah was impatient to taste her. His mouth covered the lace scrap over her pussy, his tongue licking over the fabric.
“Oh my god,” Georgia’s sweet voice whimpered.
He grabbed the ends of her lacy underwear and dragged them down her legs, tossing them over his shoulder. Elijah was desperate to get his mouth back on her and wasted no time pulling her pussy to him.
The need to hear her scream for him was unhinged.
He ate her like she was his last fucking meal.
Her cunt was dripping wet as he inhaled her.
Elijah’s lips kissed and his teeth bit all over her pussy, Elijah had to touch every inch of her.
Georgia writhed on the bed, her thighs trembling around his ears.
His mouth moved to her thigh and sucked on her soft skin, bruising her. She screamed out his name, and fuck.
It was the best thing he ever heard.
Elijah was wild for her.
His mouth went back to her clit, circling the bundle of nerves with his tongue. Georgia’s body started to relax against the slow pace he was giving her. He kissed her pretty pussy, his way to make her realize no one else would ever make her feel this way again.
Shoving a finger into her snug-as-fuck pussy, he licked her clit. Georgia cried out, she was so damn tight wrapped around his finger. He needed to loosen her up before he fucked her.
He pushed his finger back and forth in her, curling his finger to hit her G-spot to give her the best orgasm she’d ever fucking had. Not giving her a break while sucking on her clit, he was relentless on how he ate her pussy.
“Elijah, oh my god!” Georgia screamed out as she clenched around his finger, his face wet with all her juices. Her orgasm washed over her, and damn it, he wanted to make her come again and again. He was sure her pussy was going to be his new obsession.
He stood, wiping his face on the side of his arm. This beautiful woman was spent, breathing heavily on the bed with her eyes closed and her legs open and still twitching.
“I plan to do that again, but I need to fuck you now.” He smirked when she slowly blinked open her eyes.
She breathed heavily. “That was intense.”
Elijah walked over to his bedside dresser and pulled out a condom. Quickly, he took off his boxer briefs and sheathed himself. He strode back to her.
“Move up the bed,” he demanded.
Georgia scooted up. Elijah kissed her body, starting at her ankle and moving up her leg to her hip. His tongue licked the freckle on her stomach, and then he sucked under her left breast, leaving a mark. He leaned over her, so they were face-to-face.
She bit her lower lip. “I have something to tell you.”
What in the actual fuck was happening right now?
ELIJAH’S EYES SLANTED, his body now tense above her.
Finally, she was about to ditch her virginity, but something felt dishonest by not telling him. Like somehow, the sex gods above her were whispering she needed to come clean about this moment or they would curse her or something.
“It’s not a big deal,” Georgia said, and Elijah immediately rolled to his back on the bed. This wasn’t going as expected, so she sat up with her back against the headboard.
Not looking at her, he spoke. “If that was true, you wouldn’t have stopped us. So, no, I don’t think whatever it is you’re about to tell me is not a big deal.”
She tapped his shoulder, and he turned his head, so they were watching each other.
“I mean, it’s not a big deal to me, but it might be to you. I feel like I have to tell you or I will get cursed.” Georgia’s palm hit her forehead. This was a disaster. She was a medical professional, yet she was acting like a child.
Elijah sat up but said nothing.
“I’m a virgin,” she blurted out.
The silence screamed loudly between them.
Finally, he barked out a laugh.
Okay, maybe this wasn’t so bad.
Georgia didn’t think he would find it funny, but since he did, maybe they could just get back to the whole sex thing.
“You really commit to your fetish about being a virgin.” Elijah’s hand went to her thigh and caressed back and forth.
Wait a second…
He didn’t believe her.
She stopped his hand. “My virginity isn’t a fetish, but a very real thing I want to get rid of.”
Again, with the silence.
Then he got off the bed, searching around for something. A second later, her dress was thrown in her direction, hitting the pillow right next to her. Taking this as a signal to get dressed, she shimmied into it as best she could while still sitting on the bed.
Elijah sat across from her, wearing his boxer briefs.
“Are you serious?” he asked with his eyes practically begging her to tell him her virginity was a lie.
“Yes.”
He ran his hand through his hair. “How is this possible?”
“I had a boyfriend in high school, but it was high school, and I wasn’t ready for sex.
In college, I had scholarships requiring a certain GPA, so I focused heavily on school.
Then I was in medical school, which was time-consuming.
When I was in residency, I was always busy with work.
” Georgia ran through her love life as if she were explaining how to make a sandwich. It was nothing exciting.
Elijah opened his mouth a few times before he spoke. “But how? I get you were busy, but too busy to fuck?”
“In college, I didn’t want distractions. In med school and residency, I went on dates, but it never progressed. Now here I am at twenty-nine, trying to lose my virginity and failing at it.”
He stood and began pacing around his room.
“It isn’t a big deal to me,” Georgia tried to reassure him, but it was worthless. It was clear sleeping with her wasn’t something he planned to do, no matter how badly she wanted him.
He stopped in front of her. “It can’t be me.”
“Yes, I picked that up.” She pushed past him to get off the bed.
She made an executive decision not to search for her underwear and to get the hell out of his house as quickly as possible. Lace panties were replaceable, but integrity was not. As she briskly walked down the stairs, she heard his stomps directly behind her.
He grabbed her arm before she stepped out the front door.
“Georgia, you don’t deserve a random fuck to be your first time.”
Ugh, even if the words were true, it was still like a dagger in her back.
“No.” She held her head high. “You just don’t deserve to be the one to do it.”
She stalked off to her car. The only thing comforting her was that at least she got the last word.