Touch Me (8 page)

Chapter Thirteen

Elijah moved his gaze up and down her body,
looking at her exposed chest. Elijah had always dated women that were
conceited, so superficial it was sickening at times. Freya was all woman
though, plump and thick in all the right places, with a waist that was wide
enough for him to hold onto when he was making her feel good. Elijah loved that
about her, loved that she was made to take the kind of pleasure he wanted to
give her.

“God, Freya.” Elijah ran a hand over his
mouth, the sound of his palm moving over the stubble on his cheeks seeming
overly loud even though the fire beside them crackled. “Your body is so fucking
gorgeous.” And it was, God, it so was. Then he was right in front of her again,
not able to control himself. He framed her face with his hands, tilting her
head to the side, and kissing her until she was moaning and had her hands
latched onto his biceps.

He licked and sucked at her lips, so addicted
to her he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t control himself. Elijah drew her
tongue into his mouth, and then ground his erection into her bare belly. It was
like he did all of those things simultaneously, like his body had a mind of its
own.

He deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms
around his neck, pulling him closer, as if she needed their bodies melded together.
He was more than happy to give her whatever she wanted.

He was going to take her, make her his, and
nothing would stop him from claiming the woman he loved.

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Freya
wanted to be in the bed, having Elijah above her so she could feel the weight
of his muscles pressing down on her, feel the masculinity pouring from him and
surrounding her.

Freya broke away from him. “I want you,
Elijah,” she said again but hoping he saw the unspoken meaning behind those
words. She was wet, her pussy clenching, needing his cock inside of her, and
her nipples hard they felt like they might tear through her bra.

But he must have known what she wanted, or
maybe he wanted the same thing—a bed—because he took her hand in his and led
her further down the hallway. He walked them into the bedroom, shut the door
with his foot, and in the next second had
her
pressed
up against the wall and started kissing her again.

“I can’t keep my hands off of you, not even
long enough to take you to the bed,” he breathed out against her lips.

He started kissing her again, and slid their
tongues together. He was making her feel so good. God, was he making her feel
so good, and he wasn’t even fucking her yet.

He broke the kiss and started dragging his
lips up and down her throat, murmuring these erotic, filthy words against her
skin. “I just want to fuck you so hard and thoroughly all you can feel when you
sit down is that twinge of discomfort because my cock was pounding into you the
night before.”

She gasped from her arousal and because of his
dirty words. No one had ever said anything like that to her before, but damn,
did it make her hot.

He started sucking at the base of her throat,
and she let her head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the
contact.

“I saw you standing there at the store, and I
swear to fucking everything that is holy I wanted to ravish you right then and
there,” he said on a shaky, deep breath. “But it wasn’t just about having my
dick deep inside of you, Freya.” He nipped at her throat. “It’s about the woman
you’ve become, how beautiful you are on the inside and out. You’re strong, and
that was clear all those years ago. And now you’ve grown even surer of
yourself. I can see that clear as day.”

“Elijah,” she said his name softly, because
honestly that was as much as she could say at the moment. Her throat felt
tight, dry, and her arousal was so encompassing she felt lightheaded from it.

“Tell me, Freya.”

She loved the way he said her name, all husky
and full of unrestrained desire.

“Tell you…” She meant to repeat his question,
but those two words came out on a moan instead.

“Tell me what you want.” He pressed his
erection against her belly, and she moaned low in her throat. God, she wanted
this so bad, wanted
him
so badly. His
dick felt so large against her stomach, so thick and full. She knew once he was
between her thighs, deep in her body, he’d claim every inch of her. It would be
like she was a virgin again, no doubt.

She swore she felt his cock jerk, or maybe
that was her imagination running wild, thinking that the monster he had between
his thighs was about to tear right through his clothing. It seemed they
wouldn’t be making it to the bed, at least not at the moment, because in the
next few seconds Elijah was moving a step back from her and tearing his clothing
away.

She watched as his hard, defined chest came
into view. He had a light sprinkling of dark hair that was on his upper chest,
right across his pectoral muscles, and another small patch below his belly
button. That dark hair trailed down and disappeared beneath his jeans.

When he started going for the button of his
slacks all common sense left her. The room grew still, the air thick. He
unzipped his pants, the sound of that zipper going down seeming so loud it was
like it echoed off the walls. There was no light on in the room. Not even the
light from the moon outside could penetrate the thick surrounding of trees that
encircled the cabin. But despite the darkness, she could see the shapes and
lines of his body … she could see the hardness of him.

He must have thought the same thing, because
before he pushed his pants all the way down
he
moved
over to the small table off to the side and turned the 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 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.