Page 38 of Elijah's Hope


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“Yeah, no. I think I’m going to have some fun instead.”

Shifting down along her body until my mouth was level with her pebbled nipple, I glanced back up. “How do you like it? Soft licks, hard sucks? Both. A little pain with the pleasure?”

“I don’t know! Just do something! Jesus, you’re slower than molasses in winter.”

I smiled malevolently. Yes, teasing her, giving her the slow and sweet was going to be some serious fun.

After a few pecks of my lips around her areole, she was growling like a caged animal.

“Eli!” she barked out, her fingers now in my hair pushing me where she wanted me. Fortunately for her I was undeterred and as bad as I was hurting, taunting her was more fun than I had imagined.

I planted my chin between her soft sweet mounds. It was evident in the way they moved and shifted on her body that they were as real as any part of her. I’d had women with fake tits, and the reality was they weren’t much fun to play with. Not Shelby. I could play with her all night. I let her feel the slight scrub of my cheek against her delicate skin and she shivered underneath me.

“Shelby, you’re rushing an artist,” I said before I took a long, hard pull on her nipple.

I could feel her fingers in my hair, could hear her sigh. All of it was magic. I couldn’t remember the last time I had so much fun doing this. I no longer felt that sense of urgency like I had to be inside her. I had to finish. I had to come. Now all I cared about was making Shelby come. And come. And come.

I shifted my attention to her other breast and gloried in the undulation of her body under mine.

“Eli, please, please. I want. I need more.”

I rolled to my side taking some of my weight off her and she whimpered.

“That’s the opposite of what I want!”

I chuckled and, looking at her face, I could see she was not happy with me. Except when I slid my hand down her stomach, down even farther, through the puff of soft, blonde hair that surrounded her sex. She watched the entire time.

She was soaking wet by the time I sunk my finger deep inside her. Her breathy moan was my reward. She was tight and slick, and I was torturing myself with the feel of her, knowing soon my cock would be buried deep.

My thumb found her clit and I watched as her hips rolled and reached for it.

“That’s it, babe. Just let it happen.” I added another finger and she gasped. A slow pump in and out then a twist to find that spot high up inside her. I rubbed it with my finger a few times even as my thumb pressed down on her clit and that was all it took. Her back arched and she made this keening sound that rang in my ears even as her pussy clamped down hard on my fingers.

Shit. That was going to feel so good on my dick.

By the time it was over she was panting and reaching for me.

“Now, Eli, please.”

Yes, I thought. Now. Now that she had been pleasured. Now that she had figured out it was okay to accept pleasure. I got up on my knees and found the condoms I had tossed on the bed earlier.

“No, me,” she said, sitting up. She took the condom from me and proceeded to open it, placing the tip on my cock and slowly rolling it down. This time it was my turn to watch. Her fingers ran along my shaft and suddenly, it was too much. That drive I’d had when we first got into the room was back.

I needed to be inside her. I needed to fuck her. I pushed her back on the bed and watched as her hair fell around her like a cloud. I moved between her legs and took my dick in my hand.

“This is our first time, Shelby. Our first, but not our last.”

She lifted her hips to me like an offering I probably wasn’t worthy of but in that moment, I felt like I was. I felt like I could have all her goodness and all her sweetness inside of me, even as I was pushing inside of her.

She was tight as I sunk inside of her, so tight I waited until I could feel her relax underneath me. I held my weight on my forearms above her and touched my forehead to hers. For a moment, there was silence. Just us. The sounds of our breaths merging. Our hearts beating.

“You okay?” I asked her.

“I’m in heaven,” she sighed.

I pulled out and drove back in hard to make her gasp. “No, I’m in heaven. Hold on tight, baby, because I need to ride you hard.”

She wrapped her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck and reached up to kiss me. She smiled and winked at me. “Give me all you got, big guy!”