light on. A soft glow of
yellow light covered the room, intimate, light and almost whimsical. Maybe that
was just the haze of lust covering her vision that made her seem like the room
was now awash in an otherworldly glow?
Elijah was back in front of her, and in the
next few seconds she watched, as if in slow motion, as he finished getting
undressed. The appendage that sprang forth from a thatch of trimmed black hair
was just as impressive as she assumed it would be. His dick was long and thick,
with a bulbous head slightly glossy with pre-cum.
His cock was just as big and powerful as the
rest of him. Her pussy actually clenched at the thought of him pushing that
large shaft into her, stretching her unused muscles, and making her scream out
his name in not only pleasure but pain as well. But damn, she did want that
pain that would ultimately bring her ecstasy.
She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. He
was aroused, clearly, but right now he looked the epitome of control and power.
There was so much she wanted to know about him, for him to know about her. Four
years was a long time not seeing someone.
Even if they hadn’t they been extremely close
those few years they’d been living under the same roof, he had still been an
integral part of her life while she lived in that special kind of hell with
Meghan. He’d been there during the good and the bad, but when she’d been in his
presence it had always been about the good.
He took a step closer to her, and she lowered
her gaze to his erection once more. He didn’t move to touch her, but it felt
like his gaze was his hands and he was running his fingers up and down her body.
“I thought about you a lot these last four
years, Freya.”
She licked her lips, feeling nervous. “You
did?” she asked softly, her hands in tight fists at her sides.
He nodded, but didn’t verbally respond. He
moved another step closer. She felt his body heat seep into her, felt the way
his warm breath came out of him and bathed the top of her head, ruffling the
strands. She had her panties on still, and here he was, totally naked, hard, clearly ready to have her.
“I thought about how you were doing in school,
how you were doing in life in general. Although I knew you’d succeed. You were
so damn smart, so strong.” He said the last part softly, his gaze on her mouth,
his chest rising and falling harder now.
He’d called her that one time, but it had been
brief, kind of tense. She’d never told him that she’d also thought of him
during that time, while they were apart from each other, how she’d also wished
they’d kept in contact. But life had been so different when she’d been away,
when she wasn’t thinking about the loss she’d endured, the life she’d had with
Meghan.
He was close enough now that when he finally
reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, he didn’t
have to lean in to kiss her. But she rose on her toes anyway, held onto his strong,
broad shoulders, and curled her nails gently into his firm and warm flesh.
Their kiss started off softly, slowly, but then it started to become frantic,
hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.
He had his hands on her breasts, clenching and
unclenching the mounds. Her panties were next to go. Right now they were just
two people needing this, needing to be together.
And when they were pressed together naked, his
cock hard on her belly, and the tip slickened with his pre-cum, she moaned,
whispered that she ached for him, that she needed him between her thighs.
His hands on her breasts were almost painful
as he squeezed and released her flesh, and when he slid those hands down her
sides, skated his fingers along her body, and moved one of them to cup her ass,
Freya closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of him taking control.
He held her ass for a moment, and then moved
one of his hands between her thighs from behind, cupping her pussy. A gasp left
her when he speared his fingers through
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