Page 51 of Elijah’s Whim

“My apologies. This is the last false start, I swear. I just felt like it was necessary to say that I don’t share. Ever. If you’re in my bed, that means you are mine. If you have my dick in you, you have no other dicks in you. Understand?”

“Wow. Born romantic right here, ladies and gentlemen,” Hannah mocked. Then, with the focus of a laser beam, she narrowed her blue eyes right at me. “What kind of woman do you think I was raised to be, Elijah?”

The moment I saw the hurt in her eyes, I knew the comment was way over the line. It wasn’t the message as much as the delivery. At least, that was what I thought, but shit, I freely admitted this woman confused me.

“Please forgive me,” I apologized before leaning in and pressing my lips to hers. I wanted to cover up my idiocy with passion—my ignorance with consideration. “I just—it’s just been—fuck, Hannah.” Every time I thought I knew what I wanted to say, I’d either change my mind or she would kiss me and I’d completely lose my train of thought.

After. Okay, after I gave her a few epic orgasms, I would apologize again and hope like hell it stuck. I really didn’t want to fuck this up with her, and by resorting to my comfort zone of dominance, I might have done just that.

“What’s today’s date?” I asked Hannah, and her twisted expression was priceless and reasonable for how out of left field the query seemed.

“The date? Jeez, I don’t know, I think July fifteenth. Why?” She pushed up on her elbows and watched me.

I wanted to taste every square inch of creamy skin on my way to her glistening center, but my beauty was whimpering with impatience as I traveled downward.

“This is my new birthday. The day I started living again,” I told her when I got comfortably in place. “And check it out. My present is right here.”

My God, she smelled so pretty and feminine yet earthy and female at the same time. My head swam with dirty thoughts, and my body pulsed with vicious need.

“You’re so crazy,” Hannah purred, thinking I was just feeding her bedroom lines. She had no idea how serious I really was. “Please, I need to feel you.” Her alto voice was even richer when soaked in lust.

I nuzzled the inside of her thigh, trying to discover and memorize everything about her at the same time. Baby-fine blond hair dusted her skin, more visible now that she prickled with goose bumps.

I licked the spot I had been kissing and made a wet path toward her center. Her mound was silky smooth, and I wondered if she did her own waxing. I loved doing the personal service for all my subs, and I would delight in taking care of Hannah in the same way.

Maybe I could talk her into growing the hair longer and leaving it that way. It had been a long time since I’d fucked a woman with a bush, and the thought of it made my dick jump. But just fantasizing about her grocery shopping would get me hard. I was completely and utterly consumed with Hannah Rochelle Farsey.

Instinct, Mother Nature, or some other unseen force worked overtime. My decisions were being driven by pure biology, and I was no more in control of my actions than a spawning salmon swimming upstream.

Yep. That’s my story, and I’m sticking to it.

The chemistry between this woman’s body and mine was driving every involuntary decision. Without thinking twice, I bit her inner thigh hard enough to make her whimper.

“Good?”

“Oh my God, yes. Yes! Feels so good, Elijah. Ah!”

I smiled around the fleshy paradise between my teeth when she called out and sounded like she was choking on my name. And…the images flashing across my brain’s movie screen after that thought. Her choking on my cock. My hands around her delicate throat. My monogrammed Valentino belt in the same place. Fastening her collar a few holes too tight. Using my favorite tie…

Holy. Shit. This woman was crawling into my psyche, and it was going to take a lobotomy and a crowbar to get her out.

The gathered fervor from my last mental slide show was my fuel and fire to dive into her cunt like I hadn’t eaten in days. Her taste was tart and sweet at the same time—and the smell. Oh my God, the smell was scrambling the circuitry in my mind. The velvety feel of her labia and the firm but soft button at the center all combined to make the most delicious pussy I’d ever feasted on.

I licked Hannah’s slit from bottom to top with my entire tongue. Then repeated the action again and again until her folds were slick and plump with her arousal. I used her own lubrication to slide one finger inside. My girl moaned so loudly from the move, I did a quick check in to make sure that was a pleasure sound and not one of pain.

“Beauty? Still good?”

“God, yes. So good. Can we…are we…” Hannah tried to complete her thought several times and with several different combinations of words. Finally, she got so frustrated she flopped back into the pillow pile and said nothing.

I really wanted to experience this woman’s climax. Because she was so inexperienced, it would be messy, honest, and pure. The absolute best kind of orgasm to wring from a person.

Time to turn up the heat.

“Fuck, girl. This pussy is so sweet. I could eat you for every meal and die a satisfied man.” I gripped into the fleshiest part of her inner thighs and wrenched her legs farther apart, purposefully emitting a very loud, greedy groan when they reached their limit. Adding a second finger inside her body, I held my breath while she adjusted and waited to see if she could handle the intrusion.

“Ooooh, Elijah. Why does that feel so good?”

“Because you’re so damn tight, baby, and it feels good to be stuffed. Your body knows what it wants.”