Nibbling on my bottom lip, I watch curiously as he steps out of his pants. He stalks forward and crawls over me, caging my body below his. His muscles flex with the movement and saliva forms in my mouth as if I’m smelling my favorite dessert after not eating all day. I grab onto his biceps, a thought popping into my head… how many other women have been in this bed? Laying right where I am right now?
The idea of him being with anyone else sickens me, even though in my mind, I know he’s been with a shit ton of women. With his body looming over mine, the thoughts vanish from my mind. His breath fans against my bare breast and I suck in a sharp breath when his mouth descends on one of my pebbled peaks. He closes his lips over it, and nips at the tip a few times, before sucking on it to soothe the bite of pain he left behind.
“Elijah,” I sigh, my chest heaving, my body needing more than just his lips and hands. As if he knows the spell he holds on me, he smirks against my skin. I arch my back, pushing my boobs into his face. I want him to ravish me, take from me until there is nothing left to take. With his other hand, he continues to knead my flesh, rolling my other nipple between two fingers.
My hands as if they know what to do, move through the silky strands of his hair, over his shoulders, down his back, and up and down his chest. Wherever I can touch him, my hands scour. In my mind, I’m mapping out his body, saving the image for a later date. He flicks his tongue against the hardened bud and my body tenses. Am I seriously going to orgasm from a little light petting?
He releases one nipple with a pop and moves to the other side, sending another lightning bolt of pleasure through my core. God, if this is what it feels like just to have him suck on my nipples, what is it going to feel like when he is inside me, moving in and out, thrusting in a place no man has before?
As if he can hear my silent question, he releases my breast and continues moving up my body, peppering kisses over my chest and collarbone until he makes it to the crook of my neck.
“I’m going to fuck you Sunflower... long and deep. Imprint myself on your soul so you remember this night for as long as we both live. You might not be mine, but you’ll wish you were after tonight.”
Like a stab to the chest, I find it hard to breathe after hearing the words he just said. My thoughts swirl and my body shivers as he trails his fingers back over my flesh, stopping once he reaches the top of my panties. He gazes up at me, a silent question on his lips. I nod and watch as his eyes turn to molten lava.
Gripping the edge of my panties, he pulls them down my legs. My cheeks heat with embarrassment and I have to stop myself from covering up from his heated gaze. With a gentle hand, he pushes my legs apart and drops down to his knees in front of me.
“W-What are you doing?” I stutter. My eyes widen and I push up onto my elbows just as he slips a finger between my folds, finding my little jewel of pleasure.
“Feasting, of course.” He pauses, gazing up at me over my mound. “You can’t tell me a man has never dropped to his knees and ate out this pretty little pussy.”
I shake my head, my response lodged deep inside my throat.
A panty-melting grin graces his lips. “Well, prepare to be devoured, Sunflower, because I’m not stopping until your knees are shaking and your juices coat my chin.”
Next thing I know, he drags his tongue over my folds, grazing my clit as he goes. I scoot my butt up out of reflex, but he grabs onto my thighs so he can keep me in place.
In my mind, I feel horrified at the thought of him tasting my pussy, but at the same time, I’m curious. The rough pads of his hands dig into my ass as he lifts me off the mattress, bringing my bottom to his mouth as if I’m a fine glass of wine that he must savor.
Something inside me awakens at the first swipe of his rough tongue over my folds. He teases at first, sampling but never fully tasting. Up and down, he licks me like an ice cream cone. Then he dips inside my tight hole, in, and out, in and out, he traces the hole. Continuing to watch, I bite my lip to stifle the moans threatening to escape me.
My insides knot as he traces my folds and flicks my bean, bringing two fingers to my drenched entrance at the same time. The sensations are unlike anything I’ve felt before and I fall back against the mattress, fisting the sheets in my hands, while he devours me, body, mind, and soul. Tension coils deep inside my belly, twisting and turning, his fingers sink deep inside me, rubbing at the tender tissue, and I can’t stop myself any longer.
“I’m coming…” I cry out, twisting against the mattress. Elijah ups his pace, his fingers stretching me to the point of pain, but behind that pain is pleasure, red hot, soul searing pleasure, and when it slams into me, the tension unraveling from within my core, I see stars. My muscles tighten and my pussy clenches around his fingers, my release gushing onto his palm.
“Mmm, delicious, like the world’s best fucking honey.” His fingers slip out of me, and I’m left cold, needing more, wanting more. Through hooded eyes, I watch him sit back on his knees and place his fingers on his tongue, closing his lips around them. His eyes fall closed and the look on his face is... it’s indescribable.
“Perfection,” he mumbles after taking his fingers out of his mouth, the same fingers that were just inside me seconds ago. God, this man. When he blinks his eyes open, I see a man filled to the brim with unbridled passion, a man consumed with need.
With a crazed look, he dips his fingers into his boxers and shoves them down, freeing his very large, very erect cock. I hope he doesn’t notice me gulping as I take in his sizable member.
Is it going to fit? Gosh, I hope so otherwise, I suppose I’m going to be dying a very painful death. I can see it now, woman dies from large cock.
“You look nervous all of the sudden. You still sure about this?”
I want to cup him by the cheeks and kiss him for being so attentive but I don’t.
“Yes… please,” I respond, lip curling up into a smile.
“Oh, thank fuck. If you would have said you didn’t want to do this anymore, I think my balls would’ve exploded.”
I try and hide my growing smile, his confession making me feel like I’m on that roller coaster of emotions again.
He crawls up and over my body, hovering a few inches above me. Cinnamon and mint tickle my nostrils, the scent alluring, and calming all at once. With one arm against the mattress beside my head, he braces himself. Anxiously, I watch him take his cock into his other hand, giving the oversized mammoth a couple strokes before lining himself up with my entrance.
“Fuck…” He squeezes his eyes shut for a moment. “Birth control? Do I need to use a condom?” When he blinks his eyes back open, I can see that he’s barely restraining himself, his upper body trembling.
I lick my suddenly dry lips and shake my head. “No... I mean... if you want you can, but I’m on the shot. You don’t have to... I mean...” Fire blazes against my cheeks as I stutter out my response.
“I’ve never done it without a condom, so you’ll be my first.” He leans into my face and presses a kiss to my forehead. “And I’m clean… I wouldn’t ever touch you if I wasn’t.”
“I’m glad I’ll be your first,” I whisper as the smooth head of his cock touches my folds. A second later, that smile slips and a tiny wave of panic washes over me. Feeling as if there’s only one thing I can do, I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face into mine, crashing our lips together. Bliss. That’s what this is.