Chapter 15
CHAPTER
FIFTEEN
WHAT A LUCKY fuck he was, to be the first person she had sex with.
Georgia was just as charged up as her hands trembled while she undressed. He did the same thing, and when they were both naked, they stared. She gulped when her eyes got to his cock, and he couldn’t help but smirk. He was well-endowed with a long, thick dick and hoped to hell that didn’t scare her.
“Lie on the bed,” he directed her, unable to take his eyes off her and her delectable body. “I did some research on how to make your first time comfortable for you.”
Her mouth dropped in surprise. “I thought you had no plans to do this?”
He grabbed her ankles and pulled her to the edge of the bed. “As you can see, those plans went to shit.”
Elijah got on his knees in front of her, salivating over how perfect her pussy was. Georgia leaned up on her elbows. His tongue licked her whole pussy. “If anything hurts or you want me to stop—”
“That’s not going to happen.” She interrupted with a shaky voice.
He spread her apart and kissed her clit. “If it does, tell me. I want this to be good for you.”
Elijah sucked on her bundle of nerves, and he heard her fall back on the bed. He grinned as he lapped her up, loving how she was dripping wet. “Peaches, you should see how beautiful your pussy is.”
His hands went under her ass to lift her to his mouth. Damn, she tasted so good. No one would ever compare after her. He ate her up like she was his prey and he was the predator, like she was his last fucking meal. Her moans and shaky legs drove him crazy. She was fucking perfect.
“Your pink pussy tastes like a tangy pie. It’s why I call you Peach.
Georgia, your pussy is so fucking sweet, tight, and wet for me.
You are perfect,” he praised her, slipping a finger into her.
She was already tightening around him. Giving her multiple orgasms was the goal, and she was well on her way to her first one, and he wasn’t ready to stop eating her out.
Her hands fumbled around to find his head, and she gasped, “Elijah, I am so close.”
He added another finger and curled them inside her, making her scream out with her orgasm. Fuck, he hoped to hell he never forgot the sound of her panting his name.
Not giving her a break, Elijah kept licking and sucking her pussy, devouring her as she cried out his name. He slipped his fingers out of her and glanced up, and she had the sheets twisted in her hands. Needing to have her on his tongue again, he watched her as he licked her pussy top to bottom.
Georgia’s back arched. “Elijah, I’m ready. I need you.”
“You have me,” he said before he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Her legs began to shake again, her sign she was close. He put a finger back inside her and finger fucked her hard. His other hand went against her swollen clit and added pressure, moving up and down.
Elijah was sure this had to be what obsession was like.
This need to touch and taste every inch of Georgia.
His mouth had to be on her, so he bit into the soft skin of her thigh.
The idea of leaving hickeys was never something he did.
A reminder of something intimate was almost like giving a hookup another reason to call.
But with Georgia, it was different. He wanted his damn mark all over her body, so she was his and so no one else ever came close to touching her.
Even though he knew it would never work. He wasn’t built for relationships.
Annoyed with his train of thought, he added another finger inside her and rubbed against her G-spot. She quivered as she came again, yelling his name over and over.
Georgia was out of breath, her legs shaking. He stood and smiled at his peach, spread out on the bed, her chest heaving. Fuck, her breasts were fucking spectacular. He climbed over her body, kneeing her legs open so they wrapped around his hips.
When he sat back to watch her, his fingers tugged at her dark pink nipples, obsessed with how responsive she was.
With a small smile, she panted, “That was amazing.”
Elijah held her breasts, loving that they were more than a handful. Her curves were what wet dreams were made of. “We’re just getting started, Peach.”
His head bent down, and he sucked a nipple into her mouth, loving the moan she made.
This was the best fucking night of his life.
HER BODY WAS exhausted, and he hadn’t even popped her cherry yet. Lying flat on her back, she was still trembling after her second orgasm. The rip of foil had her turn her head to see Elijah putting on a condom.
Elijah was sculpted to perfection.
His jawline was square, rugged with the constant five o’clock shadow rebelling on his tan skin. The man had to stick to a rigid workout routine because his arms were muscular and his toned stomach had six-pack abs.
Licking her lips, she dipped her eyes lower, and his penis was huge.
Like porn star huge.
How the hell was that monster going to fit inside her?
“How are you feeling?” Elijah gently asked when he joined her on the bed, lying next to her. He was on his side with one arm propping his head up, and his other hand softly gliding against her stomach and across her chest.
She looked at him, and damn it, she got butterflies.
“I’m ready,” she urged him despite her frantic nerves.
His hand went lower, his finger softly swirling over her clit. She closed her eyes when he pushed one of his fingers inside her.
“I want to devour you,” Elijah whispered. “Touch my cock. See how hard you make me.”
With shaky hands, she reached for him and squeezed his hardness sheathed by the condom.
“Look at me,” he demanded. His hand slipped away from her, and as their eyes locked, he sucked her wetness off his finger.
Holy hell, why was that so hot?
Elijah rolled on top of her, and they were chest to chest, his arms on either side of her head, holding him above her.
“This is up to you,” he reassured her between kisses on her cheeks, nose, and forehead. “Do you want me to rip the Band-Aid off and go fast, or do you want me to go slow so you can adjust?”
She bit her lip, and because she doubted one option was better than the other, especially with that beast between his legs. Her first time was going to hurt no matter what.
“Rip the Band-Aid,” Georgia shakily said as she wrapped her legs around him.
Not wasting time, he thrusted inside her, and she yipped his name, grabbing his shoulders tightly. There was so much pressure as her body stretched to accommodate him.
Through a clenched jaw, Elijah said, “I’m almost all the way in, Peach. Just a couple more inches.”
Almost?
“Please, just do it. You said you’d rip the Band-Aid,” she whined.
He pushed into her again, and it was a wave of pain, causing her to squeeze him tighter to her. His mouth smashed to her lips as he moved inside her, the friction beginning to feel good. There was still pain, but it wasn’t as bad as it was at first.
Sitting up, he licked his thumb and rubbed it on her clit. The dual sensation of him pushing into her and the pressure between her legs was overwhelming. Her body was tightening up. She was so full.
“It’s never been this good for me,” Elijah groaned as he picked up his pace and fucked her with more vigor. One hand gripped her thigh while the other circled her clit. “Peach, you’re taking me so good.”
After a few more thrusts, Georgia screamed out Elijah’s name as fireworks went off in her body. It was like a wave of pleasure radiated all over until her legs were like jelly.
Elijah pounded into her, both of his hands now spreading her legs apart. “Fuck yes, Peach,” he grunted until he stilled as he orgasmed. He fell to the side to lie next to her on the bed. “Damn, that was perfect,” he huffed out.
“Sex is amazing,” Georgia confirmed between panted breaths. “Can we do it again?”