Chapter Twenty-Four
Taylor
Elijah worked quickly, undoing his jeans and slipping them from his body. On his knees over me, his cock standing at attention, he rolled the condom over the hard, veiny flesh like a pro.
His lips parted as his breathing grew rapid. My heart pounded against my chest in anticipation as he lowered himself against me.
The weight of his body against mine made me exhale with a satisfied pleasure, and the way he looked at me made my heart skip a beat. There was so much more to this man than I’d chipped away at, and I knew at that moment that I wanted to spend the rest of my life getting to know everything about him.
His hands pulled at my red thong, sliding it down my legs with a swift motion. His fingers immediately searched my pussy, spreading my plump lips, rubbing the hood of my clit back as he teased my sensitive pearl, and then plunged deep inside my already wet, ready cunt.
His cock settled at my entrance, my hips spreading wide as my legs parted. I wanted him inside of me so bad, so intensely, that I couldn’t wait any longer. I thrust my hips towards him, pushing his cock deep inside of me with the slick arousal forming between my swollen lips. A loud moan, one that probably scared the creatures that lurked outside our tent, escaped my mouth, and as Elijah began pumping into me, the friction of his cock against my vaginal wall, and his pelvis pulling at my swollen clit, brought me to orgasm within minutes.
He held me tight, his weight pressing into me, pushing into the hardness of the ground. My tail bone ground against the thin blanket we’d spread at the bottom of the tent as I worked my hips with the same rhythm as his. I wanted to whisper in his ear, tell him how much I loved him, but I knew better. Instead, I leaned in, biting the flesh of his shoulder to hush the urge to blurt out my emotions, and dug my nails into his back. He groaned and grunted with each thrust like an animal mounting its mate. It was so primal, so raw, that my body detached from my mind, my heart, and my soul, letting only my arousal take charge. I had to push the rest back, deep down inside of me, somewhere it couldn’t escape. I wasn’t sure exactly when it happened, but at some point, I’d fallen for Elijah, and my heart knew he’d leave, so our bodies fucked, hard and passionate to avoid the intimacy of making love.
He was so close to climax, I could feel his cock throbbing against the tight muscles contracting in my cunt. I wasn’t ready for it to end, not yet. “Fuck me from behind,” I whispered, hoping to escape the love in his eyes. It had to be my imagination, my hopeful heart that saw that emotion in him. It was just sex. We were fucking, not making love. I couldn’t bear to look into his eyes any longer. I knew that those three little words were edging off my tongue, and one more look from Elijah with emotion-filled eyes and those words were going to leap from my tongue to his ears, and probably break my heart in two.
I slid from Elijah’s cock, feeling the craving for him to be back inside of me as soon as he left. I turned to my stomach, lifting myself onto all fours and pushing my ass towards him as he rose to his knees.
His cock quickly entrapped itself back in my tight pussy, but his hands were free to roam my body. His fingers traced my spine to my tail bone and then rested just above his cock, guiding himself to a new angle and bringing me to new heights of my arousal. “You like that?” he whispered.
“Ye-Ye-Yes,” I gasped, pushing my body onto him, letting my weight guide him even deeper into my body.
His hands reached around my body, playfully teasing my clit with round, circular motions. I groaned, pushing my body down towards his teasing. Just as I was about to come again, he squeezed my clit between his finger and thumb, and slowed his thrusts, pulling back further, so the entire length of his cock was felt against my sensitive walls. “Nice and slow, and we’ll come together,” he instructed. His words turned me on; his orders nearly caused me to erupt right then. “Slow,” he whispered as my hips tried to push against him. “Let me make you come,” he insisted.
It was torture to hold my body still, to not push against him, to push him deeper into my cunt. His hands moved to my navel, then up my belly and to my breasts. He gripped them tightly in both hands, his cock still pushing in and out of me with slow, steady motions. My nipples pinched between his finger and thumb, tugging from my breast with a gentle pull.
I was aching between my legs, my pussy dripping with arousal that I could feel on my inner thigh. Elijah’s balls were heavy and tight as they swayed towards me. I knew he was close. I was so close I wasn’t sure I could wait for him. “Not yet,” he whispered, releasing my breasts and letting his hands slide back the path they’d come. He pinched my clit again, and then released, and then again, causing me to moan out with torturous pleasure. “Are you close?” he asked, his voice breathless and raspy.
“Ye-yes,” I gasped, wanting so bad to push him deep into my body. I knew with one thrust, I could, and I’d get my release. But, I waited, allowing him to control my pleasure, loving every second of the teasing.
His thumb pushed the hood of my clit back, and then his finger rolled around my pearl, just barely touching my flesh. The sensation was wildly erotic, and my pulsations sporadic, uncontrolled, at least by me.
“Come with me,” he breathed, his voice dripping like honey from his lips. I was ready, but I waited. His cock flinched inside of me, and then throbbed as his pace picked up. His finger rolled my clit like a marble on glass, and my body erupted around him as his erupted in mine. The spasms between us were synced perfectly as the words I’d been holding back fell out of my lips in a series of gasps. My ears rang as I thought what was only my voice was actually deeper, Elijah’s, saying the same forbidden phrase in sync with me. No. I was certain I’d imagined it. My body tensed at the fear he’d heard me. I didn’t want to ruin what we had, to scare him off before he actually left.
I’d daydreamed about him staying, deciding that he couldn’t leave me, but I knew he would. He’d never promised to stay.