“Yes, Sir.”
“Get over my knee.”
He supported her stomach and helped her get over his knee.
Elijah made sure she was comfortable and supported her over his knee with an arm wrapped around her, locking her in place.
With his free hand, he caressed her thighs and her ass. The rounded curves showed the outline of her panties.
Pushing the skirt up over her ass, he tugged at the fabric until it tore and fell on the floor. “I don’t want you wearing panties again unless I say so.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He caressed over the curves of her ass. Her body was shaking with anticipation. The scent of her pussy permeated the air confirming his thoughts. Amber was turned on by what he was doing.
“I want you to count like you always do.”
Lifting his palm in the air, he brought it down over her naked, rounded flesh. Amber let out a yelp, and she began to count.
He rained down blows in a set of five. After each five, he caressed over her ass.
On the last spank, Elijah leaned down and kissed her red ass cheeks. His palm was imprinted on her ass.
“So fucking perfect. Your ass is going to be red raw with me by your side, baby.” His fantasy was not yet complete. “I’m going to push you to the floor, and you’re going to undo my pants, take out my cock, and suck it.”
Amber climbed off his lap. He’d never push her to the floor. Hurting his woman was not in his agenda. Her hands shook as she fumbled with his zipper.
He waited, patiently, for her to open his trousers. She eased his cock out from the zipper. He was ready for her, the tip glistening with his pre-cum. Being around Amber meant he was in a constant state of arousal.
“Suck it for me, baby.”
Elijah watched her open her sweet lips and take him into her mouth. Her mouth was warm. She sucked him inside her mouth, her lips covering her teeth so she wouldn’t bite down on his shaft.
“Fuck, that feels amazing,” he said.
This was his fantasy come true, and the reality was so much better than his imagination. She worked his shaft, licking down the vein at the side and sucking the tip in deep.
Elijah stroked her hair, feeling the first stirrings of his release start. “I’m going to come,” he said, warning her.
She worked his shaft, and Elijah saw stars as the first wave of his release coated the back of her throat. Amber swallowed his cum and moaned.
It was the best damn fantasy he’d ever lived in his life.
Chapter Fifteen
Amber wrapped a fashionable scarf around her neck for work the following week. Elijah had moved into her apartment on Monday, and it was now Wednesday. They were actually living like a couple. Heather was shocked, but now her friend needed to do something about her house. Elijah wasn’t going anywhere, which is what he’d told her.
She couldn’t complain. His personal belongings looked good next to hers inside the small place. She loved her apartment, and it seemed Elijah loved it, too. When she’d woken up that morning, she’d stared at both of their toothbrushes, together, side by side, in the holder. They were sharing holders, and when she’d gone to her wardrobe she’d paused to admire his clothes as well, next to hers.
Touching the scarf, she smiled recalling their weekend together. On Monday night she’d been at Wade’s telling them all about it, apart from the more sexual details. Heather looked ready to puke, and she needed to remember Elijah was her best friend’s brother.
Her friends were organizing a get-together on Friday at Wade’s. She knew Dale was going to be there. During her weekend her friend and Dale had gotten close. She didn’t know how she felt about that. Wade would be heartbroken, but what about Connie?
Dale never treated her differently when she saw him in the office or took him a file. There was nothing wrong between them, but Amber had been rooting for Wade to get his act together.
For the rest of the week she basked in being a couple with Elijah. He didn’t have any bad habits, and he put the toilet seat down after he used it. There was no mess. If anything, it was the horror collection in DVDs she would change. The guy really had something with horror movies.
When he was watching a horror, she’d taken to strolling naked around their apartment. Every time, without fail, he’d get distracted and the movie would be turned off while he fucked her.
It had become a little game for her. She wondered if she should start dressing up in some saucy clothing. Elijah never complained about her being who she was.
By the time Friday came around she was nervous and a little apprehensive. The door to Dale’s office had been open that day, and she’d spotted Connie straddling his lap, kissing him. She’d never seen her friend so openly sexual.