Chapter Ten
The next weekend
Elijah stared at Freya and knew that he needed to get his libido under control, but seeing her in that emerald green gown, with the plunging neckline, and the way she was so fucking gorgeous, had all control slipping away. His pulse beat in his dick as he watched the way her breasts rose and fell from her breathing. She was looking out the window in the back of the limo. He could have driven them to the gala, but the fact was he wanted to have an unobstructed view of her in the dress. That, and the fact everyone attending the gala would be chauffeured to the event.
He felt perspiration start to line his temple and the length of his spine. God, she was so damn curvy, so sexy and gorgeous in a way she didn’t even realize, in a way she’d never understand.
“You are so beautiful,” he said, not able to stop himself. She turned to face him, her cheeks turning red as she blushed.
“Thank you, and you look incredible in that tux.”
He smiled at her sweetness.
It wasn’t just about wanting to have her in his bed, and wanting her in every possible way. It was about just having her by his side. Whatever it was about Freya set his blood on fire and made him want a relationship, a marriage … a family.
Reaching out Elijah took her hand in his. He wanted to show her how much he desired her, how much he cared about her. Elijah brought her hand to his mouth and kissed her fingers while gazing into her eyes.
“I care about you, Freya.”
She smiled and looked down, as if embarrassed. “I care about you, too.”
He pulled her forward until she sat on the seat beside him, facing him fully. Oh, he wasn’t lost to the way her body responded to him, at how her chest rose and fell, at the way her pupils dilated, and the fact her lips were redder from the blood flow under the surface of her skin. She was aroused, that was clear, but then again so was he.
Her lips were parted, and her breath came out in fast little pants. He imagined taking hold of the little zipper on the side of her dress and slowly bringing it down, exposing her creamy flesh. He could have her naked faster than either of them could even realize, but he’d never force anything on her, never force her to go faster than she was ready to.
Elijah wanted to savor every inch of her, wanted to memorize every part of her gorgeous body. He wanted her like a man that was possessed and needed to claim what was his. And she was his, every part of her. She’d soon realize that.
Elijah couldn’t help the erotic, lewd thoughts bombarding his mind, flooding his body. He envisioned himself taking her hardened nipples between his lips and sucking on the peaks until she writhed beneath him. God, he was burning alive for her, needing her like he needed to breathe. Without realizing what he was doing, he found himself lowering his head, his gaze riveted to her mouth, his lips parted, ready to claim her.
She smelled sweet, like vanilla and lemons, a soft aroma that had his dick harder than fucking steel. He knew she wouldn’t resist him, could tell by the way she looked at him right now. When his face was close to hers he smelled the sweet scent of her minty breath, and he had to clench his hands into fists so he didn’t yank her on top of him.
“Freya,” he said her name softly, harshly. Her eyes fluttered closed. She leaned forward that last bit of space that separated them and sealed her mouth with his. At the first touch, he groaned and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him.
Oh, fuck. She taste so damn good, feels so fucking good.
Working his mouth on hers, the male in him demanded he take her against the seat and show her how much he wanted her, how much he craved her. But they were close to the event, and getting them both worked up probably wasn’t the best idea. But he didn’t fucking care.
Elijah found himself gripping her waist, and clenching his fingers around her tucked in waist because he couldn’t control himself. And then he dragged her across his lap. She felt so damn good on top of him, her thighs on either side of him, and her dress now hiked up her thighs. And when he saw the lacy top of her pantyhose, the garters she wore, his dick jerked behind his tux pants. There was no doubt in his mind she could feel his erection pressing between her thighs, feel how hard he was for her.
She didn’t stop kissing him, and in fact opened her mouth wider to take more of his tongue inside. He groaned, loving that she was so willing for him that he could feel the heat from between her legs scorch him. This was not something he’d ever done, ever even thought about being so bold with a woman. He’d fucked them, yes, but he’d never felt this need to be with them in some way so badly that he had to take them in a limo.
“I want you so much, Freya.”
Her answer was a groan, a response that was just this breathy little sound because she was just as lost in this as he was.
“We should stop, but I can’t. I don’t want to.” Elijah cupped either side of her face, needing her with a desperation that bordered on insanity.
“I want this. I want you.”
He kissed her harder. “I want you to feel like you can tell me anything, just be yourself always.”
“I don’t want to lose this feeling.”
“Neither do I, baby.”
The kiss was deep and long, and he broke away after a few seconds, dragging his lips down to her throat, and sucking at her pulse point for a moment. “I’ll do whatever you want, make you feel so good inside and out.”
She breathed out roughly and clenched her hands on his biceps, digging her nails into him.
He kissed and licked her neck, sucked at her pulse point. The feel of her on top of him, her pussy heat nearly burning straight through his slacks and right to his dick, had him reining in his desire by the skin of his teeth.
Gripping her hips tighter, he forced her pussy down on him at the same time he lifted his hips slightly. He didn’t want to take her in the back of the limo, not for their first time at least, but the way things were going, he didn’t know if he’d be able to control himself.
Dragging his mouth up her neck and latching it back onto hers, he deepened the kiss until he was fucking her mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of her, just like he wanted to do with his dick to her pussy.
Moving his hand lower, he gripped her ass, curled his fingers around the fleshy mounds, and groaned. He squeezed the flesh again, bringing her as close to his body as he could. A growl of approval left him when she rubbed herself on him, moving her hips back and forth. Damn, he wanted to grab his dick, pull her panties aside, and run his erection along her cleft. He moved his tongue out and teased her bottom lip, and a little cry left her.
“This is so intense,” she breathed against him, her voice a soft whisper. “I never felt this kind of arousal before.”
“Neither have I, Freya baby,” he said as soon as she finished speaking. He kissed her again, then pulled back slightly to stare into her eyes. “I don’t want to stop, but we can if you want to.” God, he didn’t want to. When she didn’t tell him she wanted to stop, he lifted his hips up again, grinding himself on her pussy. She moved her hands to the back of his head to grip his hair, pulling at the strands.
And then she started moving against him, back and forth, rocking herself on his lap, on his cock, and causing this tortuous pleasure to fill him. He used his hold on her to help her movements, pushing her back and then bringing her forward, over and over again. He heard the change in her breathing, and knew she could get off from this alone. God, that made him so fucking hard, harder than he was to begin with, and that was saying something. Her mouth opened, a gasp left her, and he swallowed the sound, wanting her to come undone for him alone.
Her movements slowed, and he wanted to growl in disapproval. Elijah wanted her to come on him, from this act alone. He slid one of his hands to the nape of her neck.
“Look at me, Freya.” He gentled his voice, but made sure it still held a commanding note. He wanted her to have no doubts on what he wanted … her in all ways. “I want you to just let go, to get off, baby. Let me make you feel good.” He leaned in and resumed kissing her, showing her with the sweep of his tongue and the nip of his teeth that he wanted that from her desperately.
The feel of her breasts pressed against his chest was a temptation. Elijah moved his other hand to the side of her gown, pulled the zipper down, and slipped his palm in between the material and her flesh. He moved it forward until he cupped one of her breasts.
Her skin was warm and smooth, and the fact she wore no bra was almost his undoing. Cupping the heavy mound, he swept his thumb over her puckered nipple, loving that she gasped in pleasure. The tips were hard, and he gave a groan of pleasure at the feel. She started rocking against him once again, a little faster this time, a little harder. And just like that she exploded on him. A cry of pleasure left her, and he swallowed the sound, swallowed her pleasure.
After several seconds, and when he was sure she’d gotten off fully, he broke away from her mouth. He lowered his head, leaned down, and started sucking at the dip in her throat, that small little hollow that drove him fucking made with lust. He moved his hand back to her ass, curled his fingers into the flesh barely covered by her gown, and helped her with the rocking motion once more. He wanted her to come for him again, like he was a greedy bastard for her pleasure.
The fact he was acting so possessive of her this quickly should have made him feel uneasy, a little worried even. But all he felt was a deep-rooted need to protect her and keep her close, to make her realize he could give her everything she needed.
She moaned again and continued to grind her pussy on him. Shit, he felt her heat right through his pants.
She started to slow her grinding on him then finally collapsed against his chest, breathing heavily. Freya had her hands on his chest, her face in the crook of his neck, and panted. He held her close, and didn’t care that he was so hard his dick could rip right through his pants. Elijah just wanted to hold her.
Freya was his. He knew that more than anything else. He thought he knew that the moment he saw her standing there and looking nervous, shy, and vulnerable. Right now, he just wanted to make her feel good in every way possible because she was it for him.
She was the one.