He needed this from me, and I didn’t want it any other way.
My orgasm began to build, but I wanted it with him inside me, I wanted him to come with me. I moaned, whimpered. “Don’t make me come, not without you.”
His eyes flashed with determination. “Don’t worry, you will, darlin’.” Then he shifted his mouth to my clit and slipped that finger back inside me and I flew. He didn’t let up until I stopped bucking against him.
Finally, he stood.
I watched him from beneath hooded lids. His body seemed bigger somehow, his chest massive, thighs rock solid. His skin was flushed, muscles bulging. He licked his lips and shoved my bra up, exposing my breasts, then he leaned in and sucked one of my nipples deep.
I thrashed against my restraint, positive I was losing my mind. I’d never experienced anything like this. It was intense. I was desperate for more and not sure I could take another second all at the same time.
I needed him. I needed him inside me. Now. “Fuck me. Fuck me, Elijah. Please.”
He made a tortured sound and released my nipple. His expression was pained, and he reached down, hissing as he gripped his cock through the denim and squeezed hard. He shook his head. “Not yet.”
His fingers went back between my legs, and I groaned helplessly. I was trembling and sweating now, and just those light brushes over my clit already had me close to coming again. I was dying. I was going to die from lust. I started spasming deep inside. “I can’t do it, not again…”
Eli leaned in, sucking my nipple, leaving it nice and wet, then pulled away and slapped it. I wasn’t expecting it, and I screamed, slamming my legs together. He gripped my thighs and forced them apart. He hadn’t hit me hard enough to hurt, but enough that my nipple throbbed deliciously.
I struggled to breathe. It was like the hard little bud had a direct line to my sex. “Oh God.”
He did it again, sucked then slapped, but this time he leaned in and sucked it again after, easing and intensifying the ache at the same time. I tried to slam my thighs shut once more, but this time he was ready and shoved one solid thigh between mine, holding me open.
He repeated the same thing several times, until I was trembling so hard my teeth rattled and my inner thighs were slick. And just when I didn’t think I could take another second, Eli touched my clit and I screamed, coming so hard I was seeing stars.
He wrapped his arms around me, holding me through it. Heat washed over me, and I clamped my eyes shut, body convulsing with the pulses deep inside me. Before I was done, I was lifted, hoisted up. My bound hands went over his head, resting behind his neck, my legs wrapping around his waist…
He tore at the front of his jeans, then his cock rammed into me, his mouth coming down on mine. His hands gripped my ass, and he brought me down on his cock over and over again. I clung to him for all I was worth as he fucked me hard and fast in the middle of the barn.
His cock was huge and so hot inside me, then it pulsed and he roared, pumping me full of him. It was too much for my oversensitive flesh, and I bit down on his shoulder as my inner muscles clenched around him, another orgasm flying through me, forcing a broken sob past my lips.
Eli’s panted breaths were still brushing my neck as he lifted one hand and undid my restraint. I moaned as blood rushed back to my arms and hands.
He held me close and started walking. I couldn’t open my eyes, but I knew he was taking me up to his room.
He laid me down on his bed as soon as we walked in. His hands were gentle, caressing me, stroking me tenderly as he removed my bra, then lay down beside me. The covers came up a second later, and I was instantly wrapped in his arms.
“Rest, angel,” he rasped.
“Love you,” I mumbled, then passed out.
Chapter Thirteen
I woke to the sound of birds singing, the sun warming my skin, and Elijah’s addictive scent surrounding me. Opening my eyes, I twisted to look at the man lying beside me. He wasn’t there, though, he was sitting against the headboard, eyes open, one hand behind his head, the other resting on his abs. The sheet was low, draped across his hips, and he was staring up at the ceiling. I reached out, placing my hand on his stomach, running my fingers over the deep ridges, toying with the dark line of hair that disappeared below the sheet.
He tilted his head toward me, hand dropping to mine, stopping my searching fingers from dipping lower.
“Morning,” I whispered. His cock was getting harder. I could see it growing with every touch of my fingers.
“Morning,” he said softly.
There was something in his voice, in the way he was looking at me, that made me pause. “Did you sleep okay?”
He shook his head.