Chapter Seventeen

Elijah

 

I hadn’t planned on coming on so strong, but something about Taylor brought out the beast in me. Her scent, her smile, her laugh, everything about her drove me wild.

She seemed a little anxious as my flirting crossed the line of tasteful to straight crude. “I’m sorry. I’m just flirting with you,” I apologized, hoping to ease her mind. I wasn’t going to leap on her, even though my cock was more than ready to feel her warmth crushing against it again.

“Let me help,” I offered, grabbing her plate as she scooted her chair from the table. She moved to the sink where I’d rinsed the plates and began filling it with warm water. I watched her squeeze the green liquid soap into the water, and then gently swish it until it bubbled. It was relaxing being with her. Something about her comforted me, and all I wanted to do was make her smile.

“I can do these later,” she urged, motioning for me to move away from the sink.

“I would like to help. You made an amazing meal. It’s the least I can do,” I pushed right back.

Her smile convinced me I’d made the right choice by not giving in so easily. I reached into the sudsy water, gripped the sponge, and began washing the first dishes I’d washed in at least ten years.

We refilled our glasses and moved to the living room where memories of her sweet flavor against my lips lingered in my mind. As she took the seat next to me, my cock twitched as I remembered how beautiful she was spread out before me with her robe flowing open, her tan skin begging for my touch, her sweet lips uttering such dirty phrases in her primal, passionate state. My God, I want to experience that again and again.

“Was there something you wanted to talk to me about the other day?” I asked, doing anything to keep my mind from its dirty thoughts, and the blood from rushing to my dick.

“There was, but it can wait. I knew you had enough going on,” she smiled so warmly I could feel my temperature rising.

“Yeah. I still haven’t decided what to do,” I admitted, unveiling the elephant in the room.

Taylor moved closer to me, her hand sliding into mine as her eyes offered support and comfort. “It’s a big decision,” she said softly.

“I just don’t want to mess the little girl’s life up. I mean, what if…” I stopped, swallowing hard to rid myself of the lump forming in my throat.

“You’re not your father, Elijah. You know everything he did wrong, so it should be easy for you to do everything right,” she smiled. Damn, everything she says always makes so much fuckin’ sense.

“You’re right. I just need more time to absorb it all,” I smiled, hoping the topic could change.

“How about I help relieve your stress a little,” she suggested.

My dick began to swell with anticipation. “Yes, please,” I responded with a smile and eager eyes.

Taylor’s hands reached towards me, gripping at my shoulders just as I was ready to lean in for a kiss. She began to squeeze and massage my tired muscles, something I wasn’t expecting, but appreciated after so much work on the old man’s house, my house. “Turn around,” she instructed.

I followed her orders, moving so she could reach my shoulders with less strain. My body reacted to her touch by melting like butter beneath her fingers. All the stress I’d been carrying magically disappeared, leaving only Taylor on my mind. I turned towards her, leaning in for a kiss quickly before she could decline. My mouth covered hers, my tongue spread her lips, entered her mouth, and stroked against her sweet, wine-drenched tongue with the same passion as our first kiss, maybe even more.

My hands moved to her hips, pulling her to me, onto me. She slid onto my lap; her legs straddled around me as our mouths locked together. I slid my fingers slowly up her arms to her shoulders, then down as I took her dress straps with me. Her breathing grew rapid as her bare breasts pushed against my chest.

I pulled back, having to see her, needing to see her. She was so beautiful, so perfect that it nearly ripped my heart from my chest just to look into her passion-filled eyes.

My mouth lowered onto her neck and traveled to her chest as her head fell back against her shoulders and sweet sighs of satisfaction escaped her red lips. My lips grazed her left nipple, and then her right, and then my warm breath teased her skin causing goose bumps to form around her areola.  I hardened between her legs, my cock pushing against my jeans. Her hips rocked slowly back and forth, her silk panties grinding into my cock, creating a friction that made me growl with pleasure.

I clamped down on her right nipple, my teeth gently grazing it, pulling it ever so slightly from her breast. She moaned; my God, that beautiful fucking sound made me wild with desire.

My hands gripped around her waist, lifting her from my crotch and tossing her to her back on the couch beside me. My mouth immediately returned to her breast, sucking the sensitive flesh of her nipple between my lips, flicking it with my tongue as my hand moved between her legs.

Her silk panties were damp, clinging to her sweet pussy from the arousal I’d stirred in her. My finger pushed them aside, exploring the warmth of her pussy, playing in the slick of her arousal, and teasing her as she moaned and ground her hips towards me.

My mouth lifted from her breast, causing her back to arch, pushing her sweet tits towards me, and pleading for more attention. I had other things on my mind, other flavors I wanted to taste. I slid down the couch until my mouth rested between her legs. Her red silk panties pushed to the side, exposing the sweet pink flesh I craved. My fingers spread her open, inspecting her tight hole with my eyes, enjoying the sensation it gave my cock. My tongue flicked at her clit, pushing back the hood with my tongue to expose her sweet pearl. Fuck, she tasted so good. I couldn’t get enough of her sweet juices on my tongue as I buried inside of her, lapping up the arousal as quickly as it was created.

Her hands gripped my head, guiding my tongue along her slit to her swollen nubby pearl. “Just like that,” she whispered. Fuck, my dick was pushing against my jeans so hard it nearly ripped through the denim. Those sweet noises she made, the sexy commands, and the delicious juices she provided were overloading my senses, sending me into a state of confusion where my heart began to swell and three words I never spoken to anyone rested on the tip of my tongue.

Her hips rocked in a steady motion, sliding my tongue along her opening, and then she thrust into my mouth, letting me bury my tongue deep inside of her to collect my sweet reward of her cum. “Suck my clit,” she gasped, pulling back on my head to guide me towards it.

I sucked it into my mouth, massaging it with my tongue as my finger slid deep inside her tight cunt. Contractions squeezed around me, pulling me deeper into her and causing her moans to grow louder. I sucked harder, tugging her swollen flesh with the same motion as I enjoyed my cock sucked, hard and slow. “Fuck,” her high-pitched squeal nearly brought me to climax in my pants.

Those three little words were about to fall from my tongue as she contracted around me, her body started twitching beneath me, and her cum flowed in a warm gush around my longest finger.

“I love…” she gasped, her breathing sporadic and her words pulling my attention, hopeful. “I love… your tongue,” she finished her sentence with not the words I’d hoped to hear.