Page 50 of Elijah’s Whim

“What do you think’s the best part about having sex with someone for the first time?” I asked as I climbed onto the bed and straddled her hips.

She looked up with stress knitting her brows. “Wait.”

“What, beauty? You aren’t getting a report card here.” With the pad of my thumb, I massaged the crease between her perfectly shaped eyebrows. “I’m just getting to know you better, baby. Relax.”

“Oh, good.” She smiled and blew out a breath. “I thought if I gave the wrong answer, you’d leave me hanging again. Do you answer too?”

After a simple shrug, I said, “I don’t know. If I do, I think you should come up with your own question and not bogart mine.” I leaned down and softly kissed her. But instead of kissing her on the lips, I kissed the corner of her mouth where the bow of her soft smile started and stopped. When I drew back, big blue eyes stayed fixed on me to see what I’d do next.

“Come back,” she whimpered. “I want a real kiss. One of those toe-curling ones like you gave me earlier. Those kisses you give me that make me all mushy inside.”

“You mean that make you wet between your thighs?”

She nodded.

“Ask for it.”

She stared at me, and I could only guess she wasn’t comfortable talking dirty. We’d rectify that situation, and we would have so much fun doing so.

I reached out to her as I spoke. “I want to devour this mouth,” I said and tugged her lower lip between my thumb and index finger. “This pout when you’re trying to get your way.” I groaned and continued to pull. Mesmerized, I watched a fire build and grow and replace her spirit’s normally calm glow.

Hannah lifted her hand to knock my grasp free.

“No.” I followed it with, “Down.”

Because my beauty was smart and had already picked up on the easy law of this land, she dropped her hand into her lap. Judging by the expression on her face, she didn’t appreciate taking orders this way—not one bit. But she still complied.

“God, girl. You are perfect. Now tell me, if I feel your cunt, will it be hot and slick? Or will it still be dry?”

Her throat bobbed with the effort she made to give me an honest answer.

“Are you going to answer me? Or do you want me to just check for myself?”

“Elijah, please,” Hannah said breathlessly and scraped her short nails up my thighs.

“What is it, baby? What do you need?”

“Please stop teasing me. I can’t take any more,” she whimpered.

“I need to taste your pussy. I won’t be able to sleep with you under the same roof for another night and not know how you taste between your thighs.”

“That sounds like a national emergency, Mr. Banks. The way you’re describing it, at least. You’re so funny.”

“According to my cock, it’s a matter of life or death. I can tell you that much.” With a lazy grin and flick of my chin in her direction, I asked, “So what’s it going to be, beautiful? Are you okay with me spending some time getting to know your cunt up close and personal?”

“Has there been a woman in history who has said no to that?” Hannah chuckled with what I was coming to understand to be a nervous laugh.

“Once I’m done with the first round, I think you’ll be begging me for a repeat performance every day for the rest of your life.” Kneeling tall, I moved closer and nudged my way between her legs.

Totally shelving the fact that I just thought of all those words in one sentence: the rest of your life.

“Before I rock your world, I want to check out one last detail.”

She groaned and thrashed her head from side to side. “Oh my God, Elijah. You’re the biggest buzzkill, you know that? Women don’t just touch themselves with a piece of cooked spaghetti and get turned on.”

“And men do?”

“The point is, you get my motor humming and then shut it off without so much as putting me into park. One more time, and I won’t even try.”