Her legs were wide open giving him a clear view of her pretty, wet pussy.
“I couldn’t wait any longer,” she said.
She stopped, but he ordered her to continue. Her fingers glistened with their combined releases.
Gripping his cock in his palm, he watched her finger her pussy.
“Are you going to fuck me?” she asked.
“Very soon. You’re going to come for me first.”
He palmed his cock, feeling the stir in his groin at the sight she presented.
“Look at the creamy pussy. You’re so fucking wet.”
“I want you, Elijah. I want you to fuck me.”
“I will, baby. Come for me. Let me hear your screams.”
Her fingers slid over her clit. The sound of her wet movements filled the room. Opening one of the condoms he slid the latex over his cock, preparing himself for her pussy.
She cried out, her fingers sliding into her channel as she thumbed her clit. He had been the one to show her how to fuck her own pussy and bring herself to orgasm.
Before she got over the first wave, he gripped her legs and spun her onto her knees. He pulled her ass up in the air. Elijah slapped the rounded curves of her ass enjoying her soft cries and the red handprint he left behind.
Gripping his flesh he sank inside her from behind, hitting the spot inside her. She writhed on his cock. Elijah gripped her hips and slammed in deep. Amber pushed back against him. Her pussy tightened around his cock.
He fucked her hard and slammed into her with three hard thrusts. Elijah held himself inside her not moving.
Staying still allowed him the chance to feel every ripple and pulse of her cunt. He reached around her front, coating his fingers in her dripping cream. Elijah pressed his lubricated fingers to her anus. He’d fucked her ass many times over the years, but it had been some time since he’d been inside her anally.
“Go carefully,” she said.
“I will, baby.”
Pressing his fingers against her ass, Elijah felt her muscles tense and relax. He heard Amber take some deep breaths in order to relax around him.
“Come on, Amber, let me in.”
His finger slid inside her ass, and he pressed for a second finger. While he worked her ass, he started to fuck her once again. He pushed deep inside her, waiting to hear her scream of release.
Her pussy gripped him tightly. The latex obscured some of the sensation. He knew she was wet for him.
Elijah fucked her ass and her pussy with his cock and fingers. She cried out underneath him, begging him for more. He gave her everything she wanted, and with his actions he showed her who was in control. Her pleasure was controlled by him. Elijah was the one who had her screaming out in pleasure and bringing her to climax over and over again.
For the first time in all of their seven years together, Elijah felt complete. Amber was where she was supposed to be.
They came together, their screams echoing off the walls. When it was all over, Elijah held her close while she fell asleep. There was nowhere else he’d rather be.
Chapter Thirteen
Amber cried out as the cold water of the ocean surrounded her. Since they’d woken up, Elijah had cooked them both a breakfast, and then he’d taken her down to the beach. They were far enough away from the other visitors of the resort. It was like their own private island.
She stood up and gasped, wiping the water from her eyes.
“That wasn’t funny.” She’d been lying on a towel watching him walk along the sea front when he’d blocked the sun from her skin. Without saying a word, Elijah scooped her up in his arms and headed toward the water. She liked being in his arms. The fact he could lift her, amazed her more than anything else. The evil glint in his eye she hadn’t liked. Before she could think of stopping him, he’d dropped her into the water.
Turning around she watched Elijah stepping back from her. “It was funny.”
She treaded through water and headed toward him. He was laughing, and the shirt she wore clung to her body. She was wearing a one piece swimming suit but hadn’t built up the courage to remove it.
“Take your shirt off, and I’ll let you get close to me,” he said.
Folding her arms, she stared at him waiting for him to give in.
“Not going to happen. You don’t need to wear a shirt. It’s hot, Amber. Remove your shirt.”
“Why? What’s in it for me?” she asked, seeing a chance to bargain with him.
He stared at her, stroking his lip. Her body heated under his scrutiny.
“Take your shirt off and swim with me for an hour, and I’ll play with you in my playroom.”
She stopped and thought about it. If she gave in too soon, Elijah would know he had her.
“Do you give me your word?” she asked.
“This is not the Middle Ages, Amber.”