He levered off her, and brought her to orgasm by stroking her clit as he screwed her at the same time. Her tightening pussy was what set him off, and Brant didn’t hold back, thrusting inside her and finding his orgasm. Every part of his body tingled from being inside her. Closing his eyes, he collapsed in such a way that he turned Elisha onto her side, facing him so he didn’t crush her.
His blood pumped around his body, and he took deep breaths as he did, coming down from the best orgasm of his life. Brant couldn’t recall a time when he’d been so lost in pleasure.
“That was amazing,” Elisha said, drawing his attention back to her.
Her eyes twinkled, and she looked relaxed and happy. He’d never seen her looking so happy before. Brant had watched her, like some kind of addict. Elisha was his addiction. He loved observing her, the way she moved, the tenseness of her shoulders. There was an entire story about her, and yet he never got to see any of it. Unlike all of the other women in his life, whom he’d been able to understand within moments, with Elisha, she was a question mark to him.
She was a brilliant neighbor, and never had complained, until recently, obviously. Her yard was always clean, free of trash. She put her trash bins out on time, and her house always looked immaculate. When he watched her, he saw this prim and proper woman who was also fighting to get free, to pull out of the trap that had bound her. In his arms, the real Elisha had come free, and at his party, she’d forced aside the woman keeping her trapped, and allowed herself to have fun. This woman in his arms didn’t care about being clean. She was alive, full of life, and ready to live it to the fullest.
“You’re staring at me,” she said.
“You’re a beautiful woman, and I like looking at beautiful women.”
Her cheeks blushed, and he cupped her face. “What are you doing?”
“I’m touching you. You’re blushing, and I’m curious about why?”
“I don’t understand.”
Brant smiled. “I’ve just licked your pussy, fucked you on the coffee table, and you’re blushing over me calling you a beautiful woman.”
“I guess I’m not used to it. I’m not used to being complimented.”
“Ah, your boyfriends were lacking?”
“Should we really be having this conversation with…”
“My dick inside you?”
“I was trying to be discreet.”
“I wouldn’t worry about that. Discreet has nothing to do with sex. Tell me about your boyfriends.”
“You’re going to tell me about your girlfriends?” she asked.
“No—”
“Then I’m not going to talk about my boyfriends.”
“The reason I’m not going to talk about my girlfriends is because I’ve never had one,” he said, admitting the truth to her.
“What? You’ve never had a girlfriend? Not one?”
“Nope, I’ve never had a girlfriend, not even one. Sad, isn’t it?” he asked, not feeling sad at all.
“Do you feel sad? You don’t really sound it.”
“Never cared for a girlfriend. I’ve seen my friends with them, and yeah, they get nagged at, and have no choice in the women they’re dating. See, I can be open and honest. Now, your turn.”
She breathed out a sigh and collapsed to the floor. She stroked his chest, and Brant was shocked by the fact he wasn’t trying to get rid of her. Most of the time, the women he was with, he was trying to get rid of them. Once he got what he wanted, it was over, and they had to leave, or he had to leave as fast as possible. With Elisha, he wanted to talk, to hear more about her, to find out what made her tick.
“My boyfriends had more bad things to say than good.”
“What do you mean?”
“They didn’t like how clean I was. Now that I think about it, the only complaint they had was how much I cleaned. I got bored during sex, and would find myself thinking about my next cleaning job. God, this is so embarrassing.”
“You’ve never achieved orgasm with any of them, you told me.”
“No. They just didn’t thrill me. I don’t know if that’s the right word or not.” She shrugged. “I guess I’m a little defective.”
“You’re not defective.”
“Really? Have you ever heard of a woman who thinks about cleaning and mess while a guy is screwing her?”
“Did you think about it while I had my dick inside you?” he asked.
She frowned, and thought about it. “No.”
“Then trust me, those bastards were wrong.” He didn’t like the thought of anyone touching her. Elisha was his.