Page 64 of Elijah’s Whim

Feverishly, she yanked at her little bikini underwear and left them as instructed.

“Fuck yes, look at you. My God, you’re so fucking hot, Hannah. Look down at what’s going on here.”

My gorgeous blond bombshell angled her torso the way I told her and moaned.

With all four fingertips coated in her cream, I began rubbing her clit without mercy. I knew she was right on the edge of climax—and I wasn’t far off myself, just from bringing her pleasure. I sucked a nipple before giving in and biting down, figuring out she liked a little pain as long as it was quickly soothed away by pleasure. My brain was so fogged over with lust, though, it was hard to keep the lines from blurring.

“Elijah, oh God, oh shit, I’m going to come.” She looked up at me with an expression of almost panic, and even that was a turn-on.

“Go, girl. Do it. Come for me, beautiful.”

“God, shit, feels so good,” she whispered and sagged into my embrace. I was happy to hold her and lazily swirl my fingers around her pussy until she squeaked in protest from being too sensitive.

“What about you?” Hannah asked in that husky voice that strangled my cock like a tight fist.

“It’s okay,” I said roughly.

“I want to see you come too,” she tried to convince me.

“Oh, give it time, beauty. You’ll see it plenty.” I chuckled.

But Hannah reached between our bodies to find my stiff cock. “Please, let me?”

“I’ll make you a deal. You can watch. How’s that? After watching you just now, I think I’ll take about thirty seconds.” I rubbed myself through my pants and hissed. I’d had an erection for so long it actually ached.

I reached behind my head, hooked my thumb into the neckline of my T-shirt, and whipped it over my head. Straightening it out, I laid the shirt down and had my beautiful girl lie on her back on the floor before me, repurposing the pillow she’d been kneeling on to cushion her head.

“How’s that? Comfortable?” I winked as I looked down at her, and she gave me an eager nod and licked her lips, pulling a groan all the way from down in my balls.

I pulled my joggers down around my thighs, and my dick sprang free from the confinement of the fabric as though giving a sigh of relief, knowing it was finally going to get a release from all the built-up tension.

Hannah propped herself on the triangle of her bent arm to have a better view, and I decided I’d allow her repositioning for now.

“You’re going to want to lie down when I come, because I’m marking you, sweetheart, and unless you want a facial, you’ll go back the way I arranged you.”

“Fair enough,” she said with a grin. “I appreciate the heads-up.”

“Bend your knee, baby. Let me see… Fuck yes, like that.” I squeezed a little tighter, pulled a little harder. The head of my cock was so dark and sensitive, and each time I thrust my hips a little rougher to push through my fist, I got closer. Closer. Closer. As predicted, I felt my stomach coiling and had zero interest in pulling back to make the shit last. I needed to come so badly, it broke free with a bite.

“Fuck yes,” I hissed.

Ribbons of white, thick, milky semen shot onto Hannah’s tits and belly and across the smooth mound of her pubic bone. One last thrust, and the spurt hit the top of one thigh, and I shuddered and exhaled fully for the first time in two weeks. I dropped to my hands and knees over her perfect body and tried to wrestle my heart back into the confines of my rib cage.

But it wasn’t physical fitness causing the challenge in that moment. I was as fit as I’d ever been.

No, my heart knew it had found a new home, and it was no longer listening to any manner of reason from me.