Page 19 of The Storms Between Us
“I don’t want to have any boundaries with you, Eli,” I say, pulling his shirt up and over his head. I run my fingers down his chiseled abs, stopping right above his belt buckle. His kisses become rougher and more urgent. He needs me just as badly as I need him, and I don’t want to wait any longer. I give him a gentle push and sit up to take off my shirt and bra. He pushes me softly back down onto the sheets, peppering passionate kisses down my neck and slowly walking his fingers up my stomach until he covers my breast with his strong hand, kneading and teasing my nipple into a tight, almost painful bud. A shiver runs through my body and a heavy sigh escapes my lips. He covers my nipple with his mouth, nipping and sucking until I'm writhing beneath him.
“Please, Eli,” I beg, “I need more.” I buck my hips up, grinding my pelvis into his growing erection. He takes my nipple between his teeth and pulls gently. I moan loudly, not bothering to stay quiet. He swallows my moans, our lips clashing for control. My tongue darts out, swiping over his bottom lip. His hands are on the button of my jeans before I can catch my breath and I raise my hips up off the bed so he can get them off. The scrap of black lace covering my center is completely soaked through. I feel Eli tug sharply on one side of the strings until they snap. He tosses the scraps of fabric to the floor and slides his body down mine until his mouth is hovering over my core.
“You sure you’re ready for this, baby?” He says, his lips barely touching me. “Because once I claim this sweet pussy, I don’t think I’ll ever give it back.”
“God yes, Eli, please. Don’t stop.” I moan shamelessly.
His tongue swipes out, tasting me before diving in. He laps at me ferociously, sucking my clit into his mouth. My hips buck off the bed, my body already begging for release. He slides one thick finger between my folds, pumping in and out slowly at first, then faster and faster as I race closer to climax. When he stretches me with a second finger, I combust, screaming his name. His mouth covers my center as I come, causing my overly sensitized skin to tingle even more. I close my eyes, slowly coming down from the high as he kisses and licks his way back up my body until he meets my lips.
“I swear you could do that professionally,” I laugh but then reconsider as jealousy strikes through me at the thought of him with anyone else.
“Nobody but you, Sunshine.” He says, reading my mind. I push him back onto the bed and move on top of him, straddling his hips and running my hand over the stubble growing on his face. He kisses my palm and the sweet gesture makes me smile. I kiss his chest over his heart softly, then make my way slowly down his abs, stopping at the sharp vee that stretches below his jeans. I unbutton his jeans and pull them down his legs, tossing them to the floor. The thick outline of his shaft is straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs. I peel them off of him and gasp, biting my lip at the sheer size of him.
“No fucking way,” I say with a small squeal, “You’re pierced?!” I’m not exactly shocked. Elijah Harding screams “bad boy”. But I would have thought the man would have at least warned me. Not that I’m complaining. He lets out a deep chuckle at my surprise and I scoff, rolling my eyes.
“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a Prince Albert before,” he gives me a wicked, sexy grin and the fire in my veins blazes hotter.
“Yeah, maybe in fantasy land where all the sexy as fuck men with pierced dicks live, babe, of course.” I roll my eyes at his laughter and focus my attention back to where it belongs.
The drops of precum on the tip of his swollen head tell me he's just as turned on as I am, and I’m more than willing to help him out with that. My tongue darts out to tease the ball at the tip of his piercing. He lets out a sharp hiss, and it's my turn to smirk. I wrap my lips around him, taking him as deep as I can before coming back up and doing it again. The muscles in his legs tighten and relax as he tries to keep his composure. I bob my head faster and faster, swirling my tongue around the tip, causing a deep growl to slip out of his throat. I feel him thread his fingers through my hair, controlling my pace, and I like him taking the reins. I want him to use my body in any way he needs to bring him pleasure. I trust him enough to let him. Suddenly, he pulls my head up, his thick shaft bobbing against his pelvis.
“Your mouth feels like heaven baby, but when I come it's gonna be deep in that sweet pussy,” he says, quickly standing and walking over to his jeans. He pulls a condom out of his back pocket and tears it open with his teeth. I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything sexier than this man rolling the condom down his length in such a hurry, knowing he can barely contain himself because of me.
I roll over on my back and spread my legs wide, putting myself on display for him. He stalks back to the bed, his eyes glued to my dripping wet center. He positions himself between my legs, rubbing the head of his dick over my clit. The curved barbell from his piercing causes a pressure and pleasure unlike anything I've ever known to flood my system and my back arches off the bed.
“Elijah, damn it! Stop fucking teasing me!” I yell, trying to pull my body closer to his. In one stroke, he plunges deep inside of me, filling me completely. My heart is pounding so loudly it blocks out all my other senses. Everything I feel, everything I see, it's all Elijah. He stays completely still for a few more moments as I adjust to his size. When he starts to move, sparks ignite throughout my entire body. The feeling of his skin sliding against mine, our bodies intertwined. It’s incredible. I could spend my life wrapped up in this man and still never get enough.
“God, Ember, you’re so fucking tight,” he says, sweat dripping down his body and onto mine. I hold on tight to his shoulders as his strokes become harder and faster. I can see the tension building in his body, and I know he's getting close. He slides one hand down between us to stroke my clit and I cry out, the pleasure overwhelming me. I never knew sex could feel this way. Then again, I’ve never had sex with anyone I truly loved. Or anyone who really knew what they were doing, apparently. Elijah rubs my clit in tight circles, bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I arch my back off the bed, meeting him thrust for thrust. “Come for me, baby,” he says, hiking my leg up over his hip to giving him a deeper angle. That’s all it takes for me to fall apart, my walls squeezing and pulsing around him tightly.
“Oh fuck, Elijah, don’t stop,” I moan, clinging to his body. I know my nails are leaving marks all over his chest and arms, but I don’t care. I’ve barely recovered from my last orgasm before I feel the next one building. His pace becomes frantic as he pulls my other leg up to my chest. I feel his cock swell inside me, and I know he won’t last much longer. He reaches a hand up and tweaks my nipple, pinching the peak between his fingers. The sensation combined with his punishing thrusts is enough to send me back over the edge. He thrusts deeply once more and holds himself there, grunting as he empties himself into the condom.
He supports his weight over me for a few moments as we both catch our breath. He falls on top of the bed next to me, pulling my body close to him and draping his arm over my stomach. He rubs lazy circles across my skin on my stomach as we both come down from the adrenaline.
“Holy fuck. That was incredible,” he says, his breathing still coming in pants. He gives me a sweet kiss on the forehead and rolls out of bed, walking to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. I hear the water turn on and I will my body to get up, but I have no energy left. Suddenly, I feel him kneel on the bed between my legs and place a warm washcloth over my sensitive core. He slowly drags the cloth over my skin, cleaning me up, and my heart fills even more than I thought possible. I’ve never had another person touch me so intimately, so lovingly. I feel the tears well up in my eyes and I will them away. I won’t be that girl that cries after the most incredible sex of her life. He places a soft kiss on my inner thigh and tosses the washcloth to the floor.
“Well,” I say, breaking the silence, “I think I might like this room even more than the kitchen.” His riotous laugh is music to my ears, and he pulls me closer to his side.
“You’re only saying that because you haven’t seen the master bathroom yet,” he says, and I realize he's right. We cut our tour short and I’m not even a little bit sorry.
“Alright then, tour guide,” I say, rolling out of his reach and pulling his t-shirt over my head, “show me the rest.”
