Page 19 of Silver Foxed

Though if it was Elijah’s cum, I’d be more inclined not to care. Arousal floods between my legs at the picture of his release dripping down my thighs while he pants above me, fucking it back inside my tight heat.

Alright. Yep. I need to get off. Turning on my heel, I head toward the bathroom. I set the toy on the Jack-and-Jill sink before opening the glass doors of the way-too-big shower that could comfortably fit five or more people. Then I turn on the rainforest showerhead and adjust the temperature to my liking before I retreat to the sink.

I read the instructions on how to use the toy before I came here. I need to put the lube in the syringe and fill the chamber inside the toy. Then, when I want to release it, I use the remote.

Seems easy enough. I pick up the lube at the same time I catch my reflection in the mirror.

I don’t normally sleep naked, but I was hoping Elijah would be in my bed by now and didn’t see the point in bothering with clothes. With a sigh, I run my free hand over my light red hair, which is a total mess from all the tossing and turning I did. Then my hand travels down my generously curvy hip to my round stomach before I turn to the side.

Allie has tried to placate me by telling me I have plenty of time to have children, which is true. Lots of women have babies well into their forties. But I always thought I’d be a mom by now, and as I told Elijah, I thought that’s what my ex-fiancé wanted, too. In hindsight, that’s not a good reason to marry someone. But to be fair, I did love him, and I know he loved me. The relationship was just weird and complicated.

I think we both wanted something from each other, and in the end, we couldn’t get it. Now I’m starting over. In Los Angeles. Which is probably one of the worst places to date, to find someone who wants to settle down and have kids.

Steam begins to fog up the mirror, and I decide to lean into my desires, to this side of me that Sean thought was odd. I open the lube cap and fill the syringe then grab the silicone toy. Once it’s filled, I step into the shower and place it along with the waterproof controller on the tiled bench inside. When the hot water from the shower hits my back, I sigh. The feeling triggers images of me between Elijah’s knees in the hot tub last night.

I trail my hand over my now hard nipples and then down my stomach before reaching the neatly trimmed tuft of ginger curls between my legs. When my fingers touch my clit, I exhale a small whimper and drop my head back until the shower wets my hair. Elijah’s sapphire-blue irises appear behind my eyelids, and I imagine his fingers between my legs. I apply more pressure to my sensitive skin and use my other hand to pinch my nipple.

“Elijah,” I cry softly, circling my clit as I become wetter. I do that for a minute until my body is strung tight, then I spread my legs a bit to slip a finger inside my entrance. I hum in pleasure, inserting another finger and scissoring them inside me before pulling back out to massage my clit with the wetness.

I’m already so turned on from my thoughts of him while in bed that I decide I’m ready for the toy. I grab it along with the remote and lean on the shower wall so some of the spray still hits me. I want to control the movement, so I hold it instead of suctioning it to the wall, positioning it at my entrance.

I slide the thick head of it in, moaning at the slight burn of it. Using the hand holding the small controller, I pull on my nipple and turn the vibration on. I cry out and push more of the toy in, imagining it’s Elijah’s cock instead of a fake one, that it’s his hands on me instead of my own.

“Fuck!” I feed it in another inch, then another. “Yes, Elijah, please,” I beg. My imagination is running wild as I glide my hand up my throat and press my thumb into my racing pulse like he did last night.

I cry out again as the girth of the toy stretches me. I can’t help but think what it would feel like to have Elijah’s real cock in me. It’s similar in girth but longer than this one. I bet I’d feel him all the way in my throat if he thrust into me hard enough.

More arousal floods my pussy as I begin to fuck myself slowly with the toy, my head falling back as the vibrations of it pulse through my body in a teasing pattern. I squeeze my throat harder, careful not to press the button on the remote. I’m saving that for last.

Chest heaving, I imagine Elijah fucking me harder into the wall, his toned ass flexing as he plunges into me in rough strokes. How his cock would look sliding in and out of my entrance, coated in my arousal. I shove the toy into me harder, and my body tightens like a bowstring as my orgasm approaches.

Running my hand back down my body, I rub my clit harder, hearing Elijah’s rough voice in my ear praising me, telling me how good I’m taking his cock. How he wants to fill me up, claim me, make me his.

“Yes, Elijah, please. Fill me up.” I moan wildly, my head falling back as I stroke myself harder, my eyes watering from how turned on I am.

“Yes!” The wave of tension in my body crests at the same time I register the sound of the shower door opening. I see a flash of silver hair, and then my eyes go wide as Elijah’s feral blue gaze meets mine. I don’t have time to react before his lips are crushed to mine and I’m being completely devoured.

Chapter ten

Elijah

My lips collide into Alex’s as warm water pelts us and steam floats in the air. She gasps into my mouth, her body still shaking from her orgasm as the toy she was using and something else clatters to the ground.

“Elijah,” she murmurs against my lips.

“You started without me,” I grumble, kicking the objects at my feet away and spinning her so that her breasts press against the tiles. Her breath hitches in her throat at the sudden movement.

“I didn’t think you were coming,” she says quietly.

“Put your hands above your head with your palms pressed against the wall.” A sound of surprise mixed with arousal escapes her lips, but she does as I ask. “Now arch your ass back.”

“Elijah,” she moans, a curious lilt to her voice.

I gently slap the wet skin of her butt, the ivory turning pink at the light smack. She cries out but pushes her ass back, and delight fills my stomach that she liked it.

I bring my hand down again on the other cheek, the action echoing in the shower. “You’ve been a dirty girl without me, Alex.”

Her head turns so she can look over her shoulder, and a little smirk appears on her lips. “Then punish me for it.”

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