“It’ll be worth it when you’re screaming my name in orgasm.”
She gasped, pressing toward him. “I need you now.”
“I’m in charge. Wait for it.”
Amber closed her eyes, whimpering.
He tugged her shirt out and began unbuttoning her shirt. She wore a lacy white bra. He saw the dark red tips of her nipples, glinting at him through the lace. Pushing the shirt from her shoulders, he knelt before her.
Elijah looked up at her, staring up the length of her body. “You’re so damn beautiful.”
Running his hands up her legs, he found the zipper and pulled. The dress fell down her body in a heap on the floor. He held her hand, giving her help to step out and kick the skirt aside.
She was mostly naked with only her bra and panties remaining. He stood and circled her where she stood in front of him. Elijah reached out stroking her back then moving around to caress her arm. He touched her, circling her at the same time.
Goosebumps erupted all over her flesh. He saw them. Her nipples were hard buds pressing against the lace of her bra. His mouth watered for a taste of her supple flesh.
“I bet you’re wet for me, aren’t you, baby?” he asked, standing close to her.
He wrapped an arm around her middle, kissing her neck.
“You know I am.”
Teasing her, Elijah stroked an arm down her middle to rest on her rounded stomach. He kept his hand on her stomach while kissing and nibbling her neck. Only when he knew she was ready to be touched did he caress down to her covered mound. The front of her panties were soaking wet with cream.
Elijah gripped the fabric, then tore it from her body. She gasped, arching up toward his palm. Chuckling, he settled his palm against the fine hairs of her pussy. She was so fucking wet and sweet.
“Wet, dripping wet.” He bit down on her shoulder as he pressed a finger deep inside her tight entrance. Adding a second finger, he pumped inside her, drawing out the pleasure and watching as her body shook. He’d not touched her clit yet, and she was panting for more.
“Elijah,” she said, whimpering.
“What’s the matter, baby? Do you need to come?” He pressed a third finger inside her and opened his fingers, stretching her for his cock.
Rubbing his cock against her ass, Elijah felt her cum spill over his fingers.
“Yes. Stop teasing me.”
He pumped inside her body. Slamming all three fingers inside her tight heat, he pressed a thumb to her swollen clit. Her cries were music to his ears. Amber never held anything back. She didn’t fake her responses. He’d not given her an opportunity to fake anything.
“I like teasing you.”
Stroking his thumb across her clit, he teased her, waiting until she was close before drawing his hand out of her cunt.
Amber screamed in frustration. “Stop it.”
She jumped out of his arms. Elijah kept his gaze on hers and licked his fingers. They tasted juicy, sweet, and utterly like her pussy.
He grabbed her arms and threw her down to the edge of the bed. “I’m going to lick this pussy before I do anything else.”
Opening her thighs, he dived in and began licking and sucking her clit into his mouth. There was nothing neat or tidy in what he did. Opening her legs with the width of his shoulders, he settled between her spread thighs. He held the lips of her pussy open with his fingers. Elijah lavished her pussy. He fucked her with his tongue and then smashed her clit, flicking the bud.
Amber was screaming, shuddering, and clawing at his arms.
“Come for me, baby.” He thrust two fingers into her cunt, turned them and stroking over her G-spot. She erupted, her cream spilling over his fingers as she sat up on the bed, crying out. The bliss on her face was intoxicating.
Wiping her juices from his chin, he climbed up the bed. Reaching around her body, he tugged the bra off her. The bra was only in his way. Once he had her bare, Elijah slammed his lips down on hers.
“Did that take the edge off, baby?” he asked.
“Yes.”
“Good.” He moved off her and stood at the end of the bed waiting. “I now want you to undress me.”
He was still fully clothed, and he intended to make this night to last.
Chapter Twelve
There was no grace in climbing off the bed. Amber did the best she could, keeping her eyes on Elijah as she went to him. He stood fully clothed, staring at her with that heated look she loved so much.
“Come here and undress me,” he said again.
She reached for his shirt and began to unbutton him. His hard, tanned, muscular chest appeared before her eyes. Elijah worked out giving him the definition in his frame. She ran her hands up his chest, like he’d done to her and pushed the shirt off his shoulders.
Stroking her hands down his arms she felt how warm he was.