I want to make him mine once more, and to feel him pressed up against me. I need him to take me to heaven over and over, like only he can. If I miss out on a chance to feel the sort of pleasure that only comes from Elijah, then I will never forgive myself. Ihaveto do this so I have plenty of memories to take home with me once the fantasy is over, and I have to face the boring reality of real life once more.
I pull myself out of the bed, no longer remembering all the reasons why this shouldn’t be happening, and I crawl across the sheets like a predator coming to devour my prey. Elijah’s eyes widen with shock as he clocks on to what is happening, before his eyes hood over with desire.
How can we make these promises to keep away from one another when everything pulls us back together? It really is the most addictive sensation in the world.
I grab onto Elijah’s shirt and tug him towards me, not that I get much resistance. He practically falls against me and kisses me eagerly. Through the kissing, there is a certain understanding that we know this shouldn’t be happening, but at the same time we can’t stay away.
Surely accepting that is the best thing for us, then we can just do what we want…
The hunger, as we strip one another, makes everything happen so fast I don’t think either of us has a second to gather any rational thought. Good, I don’t want to think. I just want tofeel, which is why the intense pressure of the weight of his body on top of me is phenomenal.
But I have a fantasy. It’s followed me all the way from the waterfall to here, so I don’t pause. I fling Elijah onto his back and run my lips all over him. All over his thick, strong muscles, which are just wonderful. My God, his body is like the body of a God. I can’t stop touching him everywhere, especially when I get to the V shaped muscle at the bottom of his stomach, which leads me to exactly where I want to be.
Holy shit. I’ve felt Elijah before, he’s been buried deep inside of me, but being face to face with his twitching cock takes me spinning to another level.
He truly is massive, much bigger than I have ever seen in my life, which causes me to swallow.
Hard.
“I want to taste you,” I murmur as I run my fingers up and down his shaft. Witnessing every twitch of him makes my pulse pound faster. “All of you.”
I fix my eyes on him as I press my lips to his tip, loving the guttural cry that comes out of him. I watch his face shift and change as slowly I part my lips and wrap the wet heat of my mouth around him. I enjoyed imagining this, but really tasting him is something else. Saliva fills my mouth as I circle my tongue around him, making sure I lick every damn inch of him like a lollipop. He hits the back of my throat easily, but my body willingly opens up more room for him because, still, I can’t get enough.
Watching Elijah break eye contact as he rolls his head back into the pillows because the sensation of my tongue at his tip shatters him, thrills me. If I didn’t have my fingers wrapped around him, I might allow them to slide down my own body so I could touch myself again. Only this time I won’t need my imagination to guide me because I have the live show in front of me.
I actually have Elijah Agnor at my fingertips.
“Fucking hell,” Elijah’s words explode out of his mouth as he bolts up into a sitting position, ripping my lips from his cock, which is a shame because I wasn’t done with him yet, but I’m also curious to see what comes next, to see what Elijah has planned for me. “I can’t… you’re too much, Isabella. I need you. I have to have you.”
The dark desire in his eyes really gets me going. I follow every command as he angles me on my hands and knees with my ass poked out towards him. I flick my hair over my shoulder so I can stare back at him as he edges his way towards me, needing to claim every part of me.
I arch my back, letting him know how eager I am for him to have all of me. Goddamn it, even if we can only play into this little fantasy for a while, just while we’re on the island.
I scream. I actually let out a scream of burning hot bliss as with one thrust he’s deep inside me. Deeper than before, this angle gives him way more access to me, which Elijah takes full advantage of.
He slams into me powerfully, almost knocking me off my knees.
Fucking hell, there is just so much of him. So much, and yet I always want more.
The effect I’m having on him is what strips the air from my lungs completely. I can’t breathe, no matter how hard I try because he just looks so fucking good, so vulnerable and consumed by me. It’s such a fucking turn on to have him all messy, all for me.
In this moment, it feels like I own a piece of him.
Not enough to keep us together, but enough for me to be gloriously happy in this gorgeous, wonderful moment.
My head actually falls forwards into the sheets as the screams grow louder and wilder, I want to keep staring at Elijah, but the pleasure has me now. It’s balling up inside of me, the tsunami wave growing by the moment. There’s nothing I can do to hold myself back, I can’t keep the pleasure inside any longer, it just erupts.
I’m a volcano, lava is spilling out of me, and if it wasn’t for Elijah’s hands gripping my waist, I know I would be caving to the pleasure. I would be flat on the bed, breathless and writhing as this orgasm shatters me.
Because it really is all consuming and I love it.
A heat of feelings swell up with the pleasure, with the burning hot bliss, but I try to keep on swallowing them back down before they get the better of me. I’m probably just dreaming a little, that’s all.
Not quite awake, because I can’t let the physical desire become anything more. I can’t let feelings get the better of me.
No way.
This can’t get any more complicated, it’s already a mess!