She gasped, turning around to find Elijah standing in her shower. He was naked.
“I thought you were busy.” It was hard for her not to cover herself. She was so used to trying to hide her nakedness.
He climbed into the shower stall, taking the soap from her hands. “I decided it was time to leave the past in the past.” Elijah lathered his hands, pulling her out of the direction of the water. They changed places so that he was under the water. His hands moved over her body, caressing, washing, stroking each part of her. She whimpered as his hands cupped her tits, running his fingers over her nipples. They were tight with arousal. He didn’t spend long caressing her body as he moved down her stomach before landing over her curves. Elijah held her tight against him so the water spilled over each of them. His fingers, now free from the soap, continued to play with her pussy.
“That’s good to know,” she said, remembering what he’d spoken seconds before.
“I thought so as well.” He stroked her pussy. Both of his fingers moved from her clit down to her entrance. The tips teased inside but never actually went further in. She whimpered, needing all of him. “You want my cock, don’t you?”
She nodded.
“I want to hear you say it, baby. I need to hear those sweet words from those lips.”
“I want your cock.” There, she said it.
He cupped her cheek, tilting her head to the side. She stared into his eyes as he got closer, bringing his lips close to hers. Cherry moaned as his lips crashed down on hers. There was nothing gentle about the kiss. This was pent up lust and need. She loved every second as he continued to caress her pussy, sliding his fingers through her lips, exploring her.
“You’re going to get it as well.”
The glide of his fingers through her slit was driving her crazy. His touch was only gentle, and it wasn’t enough to drive her over the edge.
“Please, Elijah.”
“What do you need?”
“I need to come.”
His touch withdrew altogether from between her thighs. She whimpered at the loss of him against her flesh.
“You can wait.” He grabbed the soap, filling his hands before washing her hair. She wanted to growl in frustration. No, she wanted to hit him for making her beg and then stopping. Elijah washed her hair, taking his time to massage her scalp. He was teasing her body with his ministrations, and she was finding it hard to be annoyed with him.
Once he rinsed her hair out of the shampoo, he repeated the same process with the conditioner. When he finished, she turned in his arms and started to wash him. His cock was long and thick, standing out in front of him. He wasn’t as immune to her as she thought.
Wrapping her fingers around the length, she teased his cock.
“Enough.”
He tightened his hands around her wrist holding her in place. She stared at him as he turned the shower off. Elijah took the lead, grabbing a towel, and wrapping it around his waist. He presented a towel to her.
It was a damn shame to cover up his body. He was a work of art, even if he was an older man.
She stepped into the towel, gasping when he picked her up to carry her out of her room.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I told you. You’re coming to my room. No arguments.”
He took her to his room, closing and locking the door behind him. They were locked inside with no chance of escape, not that she wanted to escape his touch.
Elijah removed the towel, and she tugged at the knot at his waist. His towel fell to the floor revealing his large, dominating erection. He cupped her face, leading her further into the room. His lips claimed hers stopping all thought process. Wrapping her fingers around his length, she worked him from the root up to the tip, groaning as his hand sank between her thighs.
He bit her lip, sucking the bottom one into his mouth. She tightened her hold on his dick, pulling away as he stopped kissing her.
“Get on your knees.”
She sank to the floor before him. Elijah had never harmed her. He’d threatened her but not harmed her.
Elijah sat on the end of the bed, fisting his cock.
“Come here.”
She crawled toward him until she settled between his thighs. Without waiting for his command, she opened her mouth for him to slide inside. Cherry took the tip of his cock into her mouth, moaning around the musky taste of him on her tongue.
Closing her eyes, she held onto the base of his cock, taking over as she licked and sucked his cock.
“You can go a little harder. I won’t break.”
Sucking harder on his shaft, she opened her eyes to glance up into his. His head was thrown back in ecstasy. She loved that look on his face. What she loved more was knowing she was the one responsible for giving him that look.