Page 50 of Becoming His Muse
He stood to his feet, and she took him in. Her juices covered his lips and wove into his facial hair. She didn’t know when he’d put the condom on, but it covered his dick as it stood at attention, ready to bring her even more pleasure.
Olani moved up the bed, shifted to the middle, and he followed her. Elion’s lips came down on hers, and she tasted herself, tasted the remnants of the pleasure he’d drawn from her. Their tongues danced, and she moaned into his mouth as he entered her, slid in slowly, and only stopped when he couldn’t push any deeper.
They stayed like that for a moment, bodies joined, kissing slowly. He pulled out, then pushed back in with a roll of his hips and a nip to her lower lip. His movement continued in the same fashion. Mirroring the slow way, he’d tortured her orally.
His hips rolled to hit a different spot each time he entered her, and she served moans to his lips that he accepted without hesitation. Moans that he took and countered with his own.
Olani rolled her hips up to meet each thrust, taking him in deeply each time he caressed her walls. Her legs wrapped around him, his speed increasing only slightly. Their kiss broke, but their lips still brushed, gentle pecks coming now and then.
The build-up of her orgasm started with an ember that caused a spark, and she could feel it coil within her stomach, begging to be set free, and she wasn’t sure if she could take him denying her.
“Please,” she whispered against his lips.
“Let go for me, Sweetheart,” Elion commanded softly. “Show me how good you feel.”
And she did, arching into him as her release flowed from her. A moan left her lips, and he held himself still. Allowed it to roll through her and settle as he gave her soft kisses. Then he was rolling his hips again. The rhythm slow again. Touching deep with each entry, she knew it would be a long, pleasurable night.
Elion stood at the stove preparing omelets. He’d rolled out of bed an hour ago and showered, dressing in a pair of basketball shorts. He’d pulled out one of his T-shirts and a pair of boxers for Olani, who’d still been sleeping, but he’d heard her get out of bed about fifteen minutes ago. He left towels and an unopened toothbrush on the bathroom counter for her.
He was plating the omelets five minutes later when she walked in and wrapped her arms around his waist.
“Good morning, Sweetheart,” he greeted.
“Good morning,” she responded, kissing his left shoulder.
“How did you sleep?”
“I slept amazingly. How about you?”
“You were on top of me, so I have no complaints.”
She released him, and he put their plates on the bar. He pulled two glasses from the cabinet while she opened the refrigerator and pulled out a carton of orange juice. She waswearing the clothes he’d left out for her. Her natural curls were left unruly. She looked incredibly gorgeous.
They sat, eating their food in comfortable silence, and once they finished, they washed dishes together. He asked if she needed to get home or if she wanted to watch a movie, and he could wash her clothes for her. She told him she didn’t have any plans and they could watch a couple of movies.
Once their clothes were in the washer, Elion picked his laptop up from the desk. He’d bought it to leave on the boat instead of a television. He switched on the mobile wifi box and went to where Olani was sitting on the couch.
They rearranged, and she leaned back against his chest. After logging into hisNetflixaccount, he placed the laptop on her lap and let her choose the movie. She chose a comedy, and they settled in for the next two hours.
Elion pulled into his driveway later that afternoon, after dropping Olani off. They’d spent the morning and the first half of the afternoon watching movies and then having lunch together before he’d driven the boat back to the dock. The two of them had gotten dressed and left the quiet isolation they’d been enjoying.
He entered the house to find Clara sitting on the couch, watching television and eating a bowl of ramen. She looked up at him and raised a brow.
“I see you chose not to come home last night, young man,” she stated. “I thought I raised you to be more responsible than that.”
He snorted as he closed the door and walked over, taking a seat beside her. “You sound like your mother.”
Clara turned to him with a smile. “Thanks, I’ve been practicing. I’m going to take it the date went well, and you had a good night.”
“What makes you think that?” Elion asked, deciding not to answer her.
“Your energy gives off; I had great sex, and I’m still basking in it.”
He pulled a face at his niece. “We are not talking about my sex life.”
“So, you do have one. Which means I’m probably right.”
“Clara,” he stated in a warning tone. Adult or not, he would not talk about his sex life with her, regardless of her being correct.
