Page 26 of Elijah
Amy drew in a breath and bit on her bottom lip and I knew she was trying not to cry.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, cupping her face with both my hands. “What’s upset you?”
“Nothing,” she replied, shaking her head. “It’s just you, you’re amazing and I love you.”
I kissed her again and then slowly turned her around. “Follow the rest of the path.”
With a little giggle that went straight to my dick, Amy continued along the path, rounding the old hawthorn hedge to where the shed stood out of sight of the rest of the garden.
Amy gasped at the sight in front of her. The boys and I had cleaned it out and placed more lanterns around it. The glow of the flickering candles created silhouetted pictures of the apple trees against the wood, and somehow the decrepit old shed looked beautiful.
“Go in,” I urged.
Amy gave me a twinkling smile and moved forward, tentatively opening the door. When it was fully open, she stopped and gasped again.
“Elijah.”
She turned to look at me, her eyes wide.
“I know it’s not much, but it’s ours just for tonight.”
“It’s amazing,” Amy replied. “I love it.”
She squealed and flung herself into my arms, allowing me to let out a sigh of relief. Our hard work had been worth it and I had to admit we’d done a great job. There were more lanterns casting a glow inside, I’d put an old lace curtain of my mum’s up at the window and had brought in our old camp bed, making it up with clean sheets and my duvet, with a clean cover on it. Mum had even given me her favourite vase to put the flowers in that I’d bought – not your generic roses, oh no, I’d insisted on a hand tied bouquet of wild flowers. They’d cost me a fortune, but Amy was worth every penny.
“This is better than any hotel room,” she whispered in my ear. “I love it and I love you. Now close the door.”
Her voice was so low and sexy, my dick jumped immediately to attention and I couldn’t slide the rusty old bolt on the door quick enough.
When I turned back around, Amy was looking at me as though she was going to rock my world for the whole night. Her eyes were bright and her gorgeous tits were heaving. I walked the short distance to her and took her mouth with mine, kissing her hard, one hand threaded through her hair, the other on her perfect arse, pushing her against my erection.
Amy reached between us and rubbed her hand up and down my crotch, making my dick go up a gear of hardness. It pressed against my jeans and I was desperate to free it of the confines of the denim.
Reading my mind, Amy flipped open the button and then agonisingly slow, pulled down the zip. I felt a small amount of relief, but it wasn’t enough. I needed her hands on me. I deepened our kiss, loving the feel of Amy’s body against mine, but when her small hand wrapped around my dick, I reared back.
“We need to get naked, now,” I groaned, already whipping my jumper up over my head.
Amy giggled and pulled off her own top, and I paused from my undressing to gaze at her perfect tits covered in red lace.
“Shit,” I gasped, retaining enough semblance of mind to kick off my trainers. “You look fucking beautiful.”
With a tilt of her head, she smiled and unfastened her skin-tight jeans, before slowly shimmying them down her legs. She bent to pull them off her legs and I almost came as her tits nearly fell out of the skimpy bra she was wearing. As she straightened up, my eyes looked down at the tiny piece of red lace that were supposed to be knickers.
“Get naked Eli,” she whispered. “Please.”
Swallowing hard and keeping my eyes on hers, I finished removing the rest of my clothes until I was buck naked in front of her, my rock-hard dick bobbing against my abs.
“Get on the bed,” I told her, nodding to the camp bed behind her.
Walking backwards, Amy reached out a hand for me and took me with her. As soon as her calves hit the bed, she let go of my hand and dropped down onto it, moving up until her back hit the shed wall. I stood at end of the bed and watched as she placed her feet flat on the duvet and parted her legs. The red lace only just covering her bare pussy underneath.
I dropped onto the bed on my knees and crawled towards her until I was between her thighs and sitting back on my haunches, then ran a hand up her smooth leg. Our eyes never left each others’ as I linked my fingers with Amy’s and pulled her towards me and onto her knees. As her delicate hands clutched at my shoulders for support, my hand moved between her legs moving her thong to the side, before slipping my fingers inside her. We both moaned in unison as Amy arched her back, urging me for more. Not wanting to disappoint, I used my thumb to circle her clit, eliciting a louder groan from my beautiful girlfriend. I pumped my fingers harder and circled her nub quicker, and when her head fell back onto her shoulders, cascading ribbons of cinnamon down her back, I felt her inner muscles starting to tighten. When I pulled out, Amy’s eyes were back on mine as she whispered a ‘no’, but I didn’t care, I needed her on my dick. Putting my hand behind her thighs, I silently urged her to straddle me. Hovering above me, I swept back her hair from her face and leaned forward to kiss her, and as her lips curved against mine, I pulled her down to meet my thrust.
My eyes drank Amy in as she closed her own against the pleasure thrumming between us. She looked beautiful with her lips parted on a moan and her golden skin damp with perspiration. I was totally in awe of her.
“Elijah,” she gasped as I filled her to the hilt.
She felt amazing as I caught my rhythm, thrusting up into her as she clung to me, her arms tight around my neck, her lace covered tits rubbing against my chest and her forehead against mine – our gazes never wavering from each other. Slowly, inch by inch, I pulled out and thrust back in, over and over and with only the sound of our breathing and our quiet moans filling the silence, Amy started to tremble around me. The pull of her fingers grabbing my hair and twisting it tightly as sweat dripped down my back was the most delicious pain imaginable, and with my fingers biting into the roundness of her arse, the chase for our orgasms became more frantic. I jack-hammered in and out, my mouth finding hers as she screamed out my name. I felt my balls tighten, then I came with such power, a harsh yell left my lips. I arched my back and with one hand on her arse and one at the back of her head, pushed Amy against me; skin on skin wasn’t close enough, I needed more.
