Page 77 of Elijah’s Whim

And I’ve seen a lot.

“Thank you,” she sighed.

“Turn and rest your forehead on the bed.” Together, we pivoted one hundred eighty degrees. “Spread your legs again like they just were. Good girl. You can put your hands on the bed too…or wherever they are most comfortable.”

I got down on my knees behind her and, without warning or announcing my intention, buried my face in her cunt. Licking and sucking her folds, I drank down her juices as fast as her body could make them. I could not get my tongue in deep enough. I wanted to become a part of this woman in the worst way.

I used one finger first, tracing her slick and hungry opening, then filling it with my entire finger. When that wasn’t enough for her—or me—I added my longer middle finger and reached deeper into her channel. All the while knowing I was readying her for my cock.

Soon I would be balls deep in this same hot, milky spot, and that thought was making my vision blur at the edges. When I did finally get in there, I’d probably pump twice and burst.

Hannah started moaning into the bedding, and I realized I was so lost in my own desire I hadn’t been paying close enough attention to hers.

“That’s it, girl. Come for me, baby.”

“So close, Elijah. Keep…yes…that…there…yes…God, yes. Please, oh my God!”

I stilled so she could ride out her orgasm on my hand the way she needed and tried to notice what she liked. It was hard to catalog any one thing, though, because she was an unorganized climaxer, as most people were. We’d get better at communicating, though, and eventually I’d be able to get her off in a matter of minutes.

I hooked my arm around her waist, lifted her onto the bed, and climbed on right behind her. When she collapsed onto her stomach, I covered her body with mine and let my erection rest between her ass cheeks.

Her husky moan was utter torture after just watching her come. The fact that my lips still tasted like her sweet, sticky nectar—and that her unique musky smell was so far in my nose I’d probably still smell her tomorrow—coaxed moisture from the tip of my dick. Perfect lubrication to continue sliding between the peach-shaped ass beneath me.

“I can’t wait to fuck this ass,” I growled. When I pushed up on straight arms, there was enough space between our bodies so I could see my cock thrusting between her cheeks. My comment, however, had her flipping over onto her back so fast, she almost toppled me to the floor.

“Elijah—you’re too big for that. It’s going to hurt me.”

“Not today, baby. Someday, though, and you’ll beg me to do it. You’ll see.”

Before she could say a word of protest, I covered her mouth with mine and stabbed my tongue deep into her. All I could think of was getting inside her pussy.

“I need you to come again.”

“I thought you wanted to…to…”

“Fuck you? I do, beautiful. And I will. But I need your cunt nice and pliant so I can get in there. The best way to do that is for you to come a couple of times. That’s the way your body was designed.”

“You know a lot about these things, do you?”

I arched one eyebrow in a wordless challenge. “Tell me about the first time you remember getting off.”

“What?” she croaked.

“Which one of my words didn’t you understand?” I sat back on my heels so I could see her gorgeous body laid out in front of me.

Hannah narrowed her blue eyes at me.

“You know that only makes me stiffer, right? That little temper of yours.” I ran one hand roughly up the length of her leg and stopped short of her pussy. With my other hand, I gripped myself around the base and squeezed.

Fuck, this feels so damn good.

“The sooner you come again, the sooner I’m going to be inside you. It’s what we both want, and you’re the one directly in control of how soon it happens.”

“But I’m—”

“Do you understand me?”

“I don’t remember when—”