Page 22 of Silver Foxed

“Elijah.” She trembles. “Come inside me. I need it. Please, I need it!”

Her words combined with the heaven of her cunt around me pushes me over the edge, and I give her what she needs. My cum unloads into her, spilling inside her rope after rope as I continue to fuck her in short, forceful thrusts.

“Yes!” She practically weeps, her body clinging to mine as she comes yet again with my thumb pressed to her clit. Her pussy milks me for every drop of my cum as my head falls against her shoulder in satisfaction. My hips slow as my orgasm fires through my body.

We stand there for a while, crushed together as the water sprays around us. When I finally look into her sated eyes, I see they’re glassy with tears. Panic wells in my stomach, and I try to pull back, but she stops me. Her hands hold me tight so we remain connected.

“Did I hurt you?” I ask.

She shakes her head. “No, the opposite.” She brushes some wet hair from my forehead and runs a thumb over my brow. “It was just intense. My body’s way of coming down.”

I exhale my relief, pressing my lips to hers in a slow, lazy kiss. When I pull back, she’s smiling gently, and her breathing has calmed.

“I’m going to pull out now, alright?” She nods, her gaze dropping down to where we’re still joined as I start to remove myself, my softening cock slipping from her body. When my release drips from her sex, coating her wet thighs before dropping to the tile to be washed away, I have the intense desire to push it back in.

I don’t have time to analyze that thought, though, because Alex’s hand trails down her flushed body before she swipes a finger through the mess. With a sultry glint in her eye, she opens her mouth and places the digit on her tongue. Then seductively sucks it clean.

Goddamn. I’m in so much trouble with this woman.

Chapter eleven

Alex

Elijah isn’t like any man I’ve met. After we had sex, I expected him to be like my other partners and quickly clean then leave the shower. But I should’ve known he’d be different, especially after we had such intense sex together. More intense than I ever thought possible. Sex that embarrassingly made me tear up at the end.

Once we’d both come down from our orgasms, he’d taken his time washing me, massaging my scalp with shampoo before conditioning it. He even let it sit while he gently washed every nook and cranny of my body in meticulous strokes, taking time to clean away the evidence of his release between my legs. Even if I secretly didn’t want him to.

I flush. He hasn’t said anything about the toy I used. After we finished showering, he’d picked it up off the ground but didn’t say a word. I didn’t miss the genuine curiosity on his face as he cleaned it like he washed my body, with care and attention. I know I’ll have to explain it to him eventually. Or maybe I won’t. But it was awkward for me, nonetheless.

I lay back naked against the pillows of the bed and take a slow breath, my thoughts turning nicer as Elijah walks out of the bathroom in all his naked glory. My eyes find the gift between his legs, and a smile tugs at the corner of my lips. My sore inner walls clench at the memory of it moving within me.

Immediately, I want him inside me again, to feel that fullness I’ve never felt before today. But I’m trying to be patient. Even if watching him dry off his lean body isn’t helping to calm my raging desire for him again.

He makes eye contact with me as he runs the towel over his short silver hair. The backdrop of the lake behind him and his relaxed features pull at my chest. It’s really nice to see this version of him, the carefree one that’s been hiding under Mr. Serious.

He folds his towel neatly then puts it over the back of a chair before joining me on the bed. For a brief moment, I wonder how I should react. Is this going to be the type of arrangement where we act cordial after we fuck? Or is he a cuddler?

I don’t have to wonder long, because as soon as he’s settled on the bed, he pulls my body into his. Warmth and contentment fill me as I lay my head on his chest, his arms wrapping around me in a safe cocoon.

“How are you feeling?” he asks.

I hum as I run my fingers through his chest hair. “Like I just had the best sex of my life.”

“Really?” he asks, genuine surprise in his tone.

I shift and tilt my chin up to look at his face, his warm palm now resting in the dip of my waist. The little furrow has returned to his brow, and I laugh softly. “Yes, really. You know how to use this body of yours. And this,” I say, gently cupping his cock. “You really know how to use this.”

Elijah’s eyes darken, and he reaches down to grab my hand. I pout playfully as he moves it away, but I like the fact he’s now holding my hand, so I don’t pout long.

He laces our fingers together and places them on his hip. “I need a little time to recover.”

I eye his already half-hard erection. “You look fine to me.”

He shakes his head and lifts the hand he’s holding to kiss my knuckles. “Later, my dirty impatient girl.” He half grins.

Between the sweet action and the new nicknames, my thighs squeeze together, and I have to try very hard to keep myself from pouncing on him again, from being exactly what he called me. So I decide I need to change the subject.

“I’m glad you decided to stay.”

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