His lips part and his tongue nudges against the seam of my lips, begging for entry. I open to him and our tongues meet, a sinful pleasure pulsing through my veins at their touch. A second later I feel his length at my entrance, teasing it, probing it with nothing more than the velvety head. Wanting him to claim me everywhere, I spread my legs wider, giving him more room, better access. I exhale the breath I wasn’t even aware I was holding and prepare for the pain that I know will come.
I moan into his mouth as he slowly works his way inside of me, stretching me with his girth, making me feel fuller than I’ve ever felt before. The pressure inside me builds, then a twinge of pain, but it’s not bad enough for me to even wince. Thankfully. I’m not sure Elijah would be on board with taking my virginity, especially not after drinking most of the night away.
“Fuck, Sunflower, you’re so tight. I’m afraid I’ll hurt you.” His words are labored as if he is trying hard not to pound into me like a madman.
“You won’t.” My chest rises and falls at the same rate as his does. “I trust you. You won’t hurt me. Just go... go slow,” I say, mainly for me, since he has no idea what he’s doing, but a little for him because it’s obvious he’s worried.
“Okay.” He exhales harshly and continues pushing inside of me, until I feel his balls pressing against my ass. Holy fuck, he’s all the way inside of me. My pussy throbs, light zings of pain rippling through it with each breath I take. I try not to wince or show even an ounce of pain because the last thing I want is for this between us to end.
“Dear lord… fuck, fuck…” Elijah curses, his eyes closing for a fraction of a second. It looks as if he’s trying to get his body and mind on the same page. His muscles strain, shaking and vibrating as he holds himself up above me. Sweat beads against his forehead, and I am wondering how much he’s holding back? I don’t want him to hold back. I want him to give me everything he has.
He only gives me a moment to adjust before he starts moving again, his hips swiveling as he pulls out only to thrust himself back in, the head of his cock pressing against the very edge of my womb. Squeezing my eyes shut, I grab onto his shoulders, digging my fingers into his flesh in an attempt to try and ignore the uncomfortable throbs of pain in my womb at his hard thrusts. Jesus. I’ve never felt so full, so consumed by something. He fits inside me perfectly, as if he is the missing puzzle piece to my life.
Thankfully, the fullness and the pain dissipate with each surge forward, the gyrating of his hips rubbing against my clit.
“I want you to come.” He groans with a hard thrust. Pulling back, he moves so he’s on his knees between my legs, his hands moving to my hips, holding me in place, while he thrusts up, moving inside me deeper. “I want to feel you come around my cock. I want to feel you squeeze me with your pussy.” Filthy. That’s what he is. He’s filthy. His words, his movements. They’re downright dirty.
Panting, I say his name, “Elijah.”
“Yes, Sunflower. Come. Come for me…” The growl he emits vibrates through me, and I didn’t think that it was possible to come again. I already came twice, and this is my first time. I was under the impression that women didn’t come their first time, but I guess Elijah is just that good.
Of course he’s that good. I feel like a wind-up toy and he keeps cranking the handle, bringing me closer and closer toward oblivion.
He picks up pace, how he could go harder than he already was, I don’t know, but he starts slamming into me with a fierceness that sends the headboard slamming into the wall. Over and over again, he pushes into me, owning me, branding me. Something inside me unravels, the string coming undone, and then just like that, I’m engulfed in flames.
Arching my back, my entire body tenses, every muscle tightening, my fingers gripping at the sheets as my orgasm tears through me like a hurricane barreling against the coastline. My toes curl into the mattress and as promised, he fucks me long and deep. Even through my orgasm, he doesn’t stop. He keeps fucking me, his eyes hooded and bleeding into mine with each stroke.
“Shit, Bailey…” My name falls from his lips like a prayer and all I can do is stare up at him and watch as he drives into me with all the power in the world. The organ in my chest beats so loudly inside my chest, I wonder if he can hear it, feel it, but of course I know he can’t.
For some reason, the stupid organ starts to ache, as if it’s physically being stabbed. He’s your best friend. This is one time. One time only.
With a painful thrust, he digs his fingers into my hips with bruising force, finding his own release a second later. A guttural growl rips from his throat, he sounds like a bear, hell he looks like one too. The noise vibrates through me, while he shoots his hot seed deep inside me.
His whole body tenses and then he collapses half on top of me. He’s huge, and while my breathing is labored from his weight, I wouldn’t want him to move even if he offered to. Having him this close makes me feel protected… loved.
No. I nearly shake my head, shoving the stupid word from my mind. Instead, I relish in the feel of Elijah’s body against mine, the erratic beat of his heart, and heaving of his chest, that tell me just how much he loved what he did.
Yawning, I close my eyes. This turned out to be the best birthday ever, and not just because it was the best birthday party ever, but because the one man I had held out for, gave into me. Just as I had always wanted him to.
I’m half asleep when he rolls off of me, pulling out as he moves away from me. I instantly feel cold and empty. The feeling is something I’ve never felt when it comes to Elijah. He always makes me feel secure, cared for, happy. I lift my hands reaching for him, wanting to pull him back on top of me, but I’m too slow and only grab onto air. I frown, but only for a moment, because in an instant, he’s back at my side.
“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I blink, nibbling on my lip. Concern is etched into his beautiful features and I love how he can fuck me one second and still be the man that I’ve known all my life in the next. Is he like this with all the other women?
“No,” I croak. “It was great.” And it was. It was the best first time, way better than all the first times I’ve heard about. With a ghost of a smile on his smug lips, he reaches over and grabs me, pulling me into him. I cuddle into his side, pressing my cheek to his chest, listening to his heart as it beats loudly. I close my eyes, and toss my leg over his thigh, tangling our bodies. Slowly, I drift off into the abyss, Elijah’s fingers trailing over my skin.
My mind is only half awake when I hear him whisper, “If I could have you, I would... but you mean so much to me, too much. I can’t be selfish with you.”
I fall asleep wanting to tell him he already has me, all while knowing I never can. We crossed the line this one time, but it can never happen again, it will never happen again. No matter how good Elijah is, no matter how much I want him.
He can never be mine.
4
Elijah
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Waking up the next morning, I blink my eyes open. There’s a throbbing behind my eyes, and I wince at the sunlight pouring in through the floor-to-ceiling windows.