Touch Me by Jenika Snow Page B

her soaked folds, pulled her lips apart
and stroked her clit softly. The gruff sound he made had her heart beating
faster, had her pussy becoming wetter.
    “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Freya, so ready
for my cock.”
    She nodded, loving that he spoke so filthy, so
dirty, but not able to verbally say it. He continued to move his fingers up and
down her cleft, teasing the opening of her pussy with a finger, but not
thrusting the digit into her just yet. She didn’t know if he was aware of the
low grunts he was making, of the fact he sounded like a feral animal. He also
kept pushing his dick into her stomach, back and forth, harder with every
passing second. The slickness of his pre-cum at the tip of his cock smeared
along her skin, heating her, making her more frenzied.
    He teased her for several more seconds,
rubbing her clit every time he stroked his fingers up her cleft, teasing her
hole on every down stroke, and leaving her so thoroughly on edge she was ready
to beg him to fuck her. He removed his hand, brought it up to his mouth, and
right in front of her, while she watched, he spread her wetness that was
clearly visible on the digits across his mouth, as if he couldn’t help himself.
    Before Freya could say anything, Elijah was
kissing her. He made her taste herself on him, almost demanding she surrender
as he gripped her hair behind her head and tugged at the strands, tilting her
head back further. Freya stroked his tongue with hers, moaned at the musky
flavor of her wetness, her arousal, on his lips, and of the spicy taste that
seemed to be Elijah.
    He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth
and tongue down her neck, along her collarbone, and stopped when he was right
above her breast. The small, hard, and hot pants of his breath bathed her
flesh, caused her nipple to harden even further, and had her clenching her
thighs together almost painfully, trying to stem off her arousal long enough
for them to make it to the bed.
      “I’m
dying here.”
    He groaned deeply after she spoke, and then
latched his mouth onto one of her breasts, sucked her nipple until her clit
pulsed and more wetness spilled from her, and had her crying out like a wounded
animal. Over and over, he tormented her until the pain and pleasure morphed
into one and she wasn’t just thinking of begging him, she actually was.
    “Please, Elijah, God, please be with me
already.”
    And with one last drag across the stiff peak
of her left breast Elijah stepped away only long enough to grab a condom from
his wallet and slide it on. He was pressed fully against her once more, gripped
the cheeks of her ass, and lifted her with a strength that made her feel petite
and small. Her mouth seemed to part on its own when she felt his length slip
through her slit. Freya wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her breasts
against the hardness of his chest, and was now the one kissing him brutally.
Her legs were around his waist, his cock between her pussy lips, slipping along
her soaked folds, and driving her insane with lust.
    It was like a floodgate was opened and all of
her passion, desire, and need for this much older man came bursting through.
    Never breaking the kiss, Elijah turned with
her in his arms, walked toward the bed, and set her on it. She couldn’t help
but watch as he held his dick, stroking himself up and down, from root to tip,
all the while watching her with unrestrained passion. He moved onto the bed,
right between her thighs. He still had a hold of his dick, and while staring at
her in the eyes he placed the tip at her entrance.
    “Are you ready for me, Freya?” he asked in
that deep, slightly serrated voice of his.
    In one fluid move Elijah had his cock pushed
deep inside of her. She couldn’t help the gasp that left her at the feeling of
being so stretched, so filled by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect
words to describe Elijah. When he started thrusting into her in powerful
strokes, in and out, slow but steady Freya