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Amy
aged 29
As soon as my eyelids opened, I felt him. I felt his soft lips against the inside of my thigh, followed by the long, slow, slide of his tongue. An amazing, blissful way to be woken.
“Morning,” I gasped, arching my back as Elijah’s tongue licked me again.
“Good morning, gorgeous,” he rasped, snaking a hand up my body to cup my cheek. “I thought you might like to start the day with an orgasm.”
His other hand then went between my legs and he inserted two fingers inside me. I was already so wet for him, they slid in smoothly and pumped gently as his thumb rubbed my clit.
“Elijah.” My voice was breathy and needy as I pushed myself down the bed, desperately wanting more.
Elijah chuckled. “I thought right, didn’t I?”
“Oh god, Eli, yeeess,” I practically screamed as his tongue replaced his thumb.
My hands grabbed at his hair, and pulled hard with every swipe against my nub.
“Fuck,” Elijah groaned. “I need to be inside you.”
“No, not yet. So close,” I whimpered.
Ignoring me, Elijah pulled his head from between my legs, forcing me to untangle my fingers from the strands of his hair that he’d been wearing a little longer in the year that we’d been back together.
Large, calloused hands moved up the inside of my legs and resting on my thighs, pushed them apart and then lifted my bottom from the bed. Hooking my legs over his arms, Elijah got onto his knees, his long, smooth, cock, standing hard and proud in front of him. As he looked down on me, with pure desire shining in his dark brown eyes, I took the time to admire him and his body. It was magnificent.
His stomach was ridged with hard muscles, his chest wide and firm, his biceps bulged and his narrow waist tapered down to a sculpted V shape. He was an Adonis and he was all mine, and a day didn’t go by when I didn’t give thanks that we’d found our way back to each other.
“You look so beautiful.” Elijah’s voice was soft and gentle, but the way he thrust into me was anything but.
It was hard. It was powerful. It was perfect.
“Eli.”
I let my head drop back as the force of his thrust made sure he hit exactly the right spot inside of me. I let out a cry and felt the start of the fire in the pit of my belly.
“I..love..you. So..fucking..much. So..glad..you’re…mine.”
Each statement was made with a thrust, his tight, muscular backside, pumping hard to provide the strength and the power.
“You’ve always been mine. You will always be mine. I will love you until my final breath.”
More thrusts, each one harder than the last, our hips synchronised, my fingers dug deep into Elijah’s back as we kept up a punishing rhythm.
“I love you, so much,” I panted as Elijah’s thrusting hit a faster pace. “I missed you so much. I’m so sorry.”
He paused, it was only for a second, but I felt it. He hated talking about our time apart, but I would never stop apologising for it, not while my heart was still beating.
“No more apologising to me,” Elijah growled, before dropping his mouth to my nipple and sucking on it hard.
They were sensitive and feeling his tongue and lips around them, sent me into orbit.
“Oh god, I’m going to come,” I cried, my fingers tightening their grip on him.
“I can feel you tightening around my cock, Amy, fuck.”
Knowing I was close, Elijah lifted my bum higher, allowing him to bury himself deeper inside me. His hand went between us and with two rubs of my clit, I came apart, screaming his name.
