Turning her around to face him, Elijah pushed her against the wall near the wardrobe. Sinking to his knees before her, he lifted one thigh over his shoulders opening her up for his touch.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Her eyes were glazed over with her arousal.
“First, I’m going to eat this sweet pussy, and then I’m going to spend the rest of the day fucking you. You’ve not got any plans, have you?”
She didn’t respond for the longest time. Finally, she shook her head.
“Good, because I can’t be anywhere but inside you at this moment.” He closed the distance between his face and her pussy. The first taste was as addictive as the last. He’d heard of couples being together and the chemistry never disappearing. Elijah always thought it was a load of bullshit. People got bored with each other, and they moved on. Marriage was a trick designed to trap people. He never once thought he’d find the one woman who could keep him on his toes.
From the moment he first took Amber, he’d never strayed. He’d fucking tried, but her face always entered his mind, stopping him before he got chance to seal the deal. It was probably good. There was no way he’d ever be able to be with Amber if he knew she’d been with other men.
He was a big bastard. She wasn’t his first woman. He’d taken other lovers before their first time. Elijah was older than she was and hadn’t lived like a monk when it came to sex.
Elijah blocked everything out and licked her creamy pussy.
“This is my fucking pussy.” He muttered the words against her.
“Yes.”
Her fingers sank into his hair, tightening her grip into a fist.
“That’s right, baby. Hold me in place. Fuck my face and show me what you want.”
Amber thrust her hips onto his face, giving him her pussy. He plunged his tongue deep into her pussy and then circled the bud.
Wetting his finger through her copious amounts of cum, he pressed the wet digit against her anus. He circled her ass, testing the tight muscles.
She moaned, opening for him. Elijah pushed the tip of his finger inside. Amber was getting wetter with his invasion. He wished he could fuck her at the same time, but he only had one dick and one set of hands. Getting another man to join them wasn’t an option. There was no way he was going to let it happen.
“I’m close,” she said.
His hair was tugged, and he didn’t care. Pushing his entire finger into her ass, he smashed his tongue against her clit, bringing her to orgasm. Amber screamed, thrusting onto his face.
Removing his finger from her ass, he gripped her waist as her legs were about to give out underneath her. He held her tightly while flicking her clit with his tongue.
Only when she called for him to stop, did he stop.
Getting to his feet, he picked her up in his arms and dropped her onto the bed.
Without waiting, he gripped his erection and slid into her body.
Their moans mingled. This was where they communicated, inside the bedroom without any interference from the outside world.
They were perfect together. Elijah just needed to prove it to her.
He held her close and made love to her. Elijah didn’t rush or speed up. He took his time, loving every inch of her body until, together, they found their completion.
Chapter Five
On Monday morning, Amber’s body was sore all over. There was not a part of her he hadn’t touched. She drove to work because she couldn’t handle the thought of being cramped in a bus or on the subway into the city. Parking proved to be a problem. She rarely took her car into the city, and the law office where she worked was always busy.
When she found the parking lot was full, she paid a ridiculous sum of money to get her car parked all day. She hated paying for something she didn’t have too. If she’d not been picky she wouldn’t have had a problem with parking, and she wouldn’t have been late for work.
Running through the city in heels was the most humiliating thing she’d ever done. The two women on the front desk of the law office gave her pitying looks as she walked in.
“How late am I?” she asked, trying not to wheeze.
Shit, when had she gotten so unfit?
“Dale Marche wants to see you,” Abby said, looking her up and down. “You might want to go and make yourself presentable.”
Nodding her head, she headed for the female quarters at the back of the law office. Opening her cubby, she stored her bag and coat before heading to the mirror to check the damage. She didn’t wear any makeup, and today was no exception.
Running her fingers through her red hair, she took a deep breath and made her way out and toward the elevator. The ride up was the hardest minutes of her life. Dale was stationed on the top floor. He was in his late thirties and had become partner to the law firm for his quick thinking and the fact he’d never lost a case.