He nodded but didn’t verbally respond as 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 still had her panties on, and here he was, totally naked, hard, and 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 and 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, and 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 or 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 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, whispering that she ached for him and 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 and 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 or 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 farther. 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, causing 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.