“Anything for you,” I said as my head went back to its comfort zone and took one long delicate swipe, hitting her nerve endings and inflicting a shiver to generate across her skin.
Thirty-Nine
Harlow
Penetrative stares flickedthroughout his task and my body traitorous to his call. Elijah had never missed a trick about where my head space stood. The moment he looked into my eyes, I couldn’t hide any longer seeing the apprehension on Elijah’s face. Deep down, I knew I didn’t need to explain anything to him. He seemed to be able to know what I needed better than I did at times even though that scared me to admit. His mind was tuned directly to mine, knowing the passion and desire that screamed out, but the expectation unknown.
Elijah took me by surprise with gentleness, ensuring I was certain I was ready for this next step making my heart burst. He knew I wasn’t a virgin, that wasn’t a surprise, but it meant a lot to me. I oozed confidence in that forte, but a guy had never taken the step with his mouth near my pussy. Elijah had a mind of his own and it wasn’t if I had asked him to do so, or even thought he may have wanted to. I just assumed that something was wrong with me. I couldn’t help it left me with this panic nestled within me. It was if Elijah saw every moment of that, laid it all out before me and addressed each issue one step at a time. He listened to my moans and requests, matching his movements to the pace and timing I set, making sure if I wanted to stop, then that was totally fine, too. Elijah made sure I wasn’t shy in asking for what I wanted, teasing and tantalising with short sharp breaths, preparing me for his tongue. I was starving, wound up with begging pleas beginning to have vacated my mouth. The hormones through my body were running wild, I trusted Elijah and I knew he would make this first experience monumental for us both a ticking time bomb waiting to explode.
I was lost though when he took that preliminary lick of his tongue and I knew he had me caught in a spell, the sensations that stirred inside began to blend together. His patterned alternated kisses along my thigh, as he gave my pussy time to grow accustomed, as what to expect next making my body shiver in anticipation. That was until his pointed tongue embarked on a singular swipe against my sweet spot again and my thighs squeezed tightly around his head causing a vibrating chuckle through my core. The sudden feel of his finger made me gasp as he slid it along the seam of my outer lips. It caused my back to arch, craving the contact between us as I demanded him to go deeper. pushing me to my limits. The sweet enticement he had created between us, increased the tempo and he slid a finger in slowly, pumping rapidly until he added a second, whilst he enjoyed licking his lips and not removing his darkened eyes from mine. They were probably still coated with my juices.
Elijah licking his lips like that was such a turn on, knowing that he was enjoying the duration of this for me, as my moans and elations increased in tempo. I tried attempting some sort of friction. I reached for the edge of the breakfast bar at least to have given myself some leverage to have supported my arms better, allowing my body to have taken control. Elijah’s mouth reconnected with a primal need, after a quick smirk first, he saw how desperate my body was for him, my breathing heavy and fast, my back arched and thrashing, straining for him. It was if he knew what I needed before I had chance to have asked. My thighs tried squeezing against his head, causing a vice type grip as my hands couldn’t decide whether to pull him in closer or push him away whilst the intensity built. Elijah was relentless, as the pressure mounted higher, and I realised he was determined to push my boundaries higher to the peak, increasing his pace in the process. Leaning forward, I needed contact with him, as my hands grasped his shoulder, digging my nails into his skin. My moans took on a completely new life of their own. An uncontrolled wave of sound I hadn’t heard previously left my mouth and I couldn’t have held back even if I wanted to.
Elijah licked and tasted away, nibbling and sucking, taking my state of euphoria to combustion. Elijah’s name fell like a record stuck on repeat from my mouth, as I continued rocking my hips against his mouth. Drained from the explosive ride, he gathered me close in his arms and kissed me. I hadn’t known what to expect, but surprising myself, I became obsessed by him; by what I’d been missing. A sweet kiss soon became dirty and wild.
“Now, my girl, sleep time,” he said as he carried me to bed.
Knowing I was about to protest, he placed his finger on my lips.
“It’s alright, we have time,” he said as my eyelids grew heavy.
Forty
Elijah
Her pussy wallswere clamped tight against my fingers, as I remembered the way my cock felt fucking deep inside her, just a few hours earlier. Her moans were feral to the stage her body was on the edge of orgasmic combustion. My heart skipped a beat when her orgasm took over, knowing I had rocked her over the edge. The fact her wild screams of my name knocked the bravado straight from me. She rode through the pleasure, and I was in pure astonishment.
Blue balls were worth every moment though, to have taken that first experience and seen that look she gave me. We had gone from zero to sixty immediately and I knew that would’ve scared many but for me, she had become an addiction. One I couldn’t have been without. Typical Harlow was attempting her spitfire ways and wanting to have argued the point with me about resting. I knew she would probably only have an hour, but she would’ve felt the aftermath after our workout. Well, more her workout after my undeniable giving of pleasure. I hoped it would’ve given me chance to clear up a little and got as much of the amounting neglected work done that, I should’ve completed this week before I had Johnny on my case. I didn’t need anything else adding fuel to the fire, especially with my nerves about revealing all between the pair of us already sky high. If I had this on track, at least that was one less discrepancy he couldn’t have pulled me up on.
Laptop loaded and placed on my knees, I logged into my emails, hoping for just a few to have pinged into my inbox. Luck seriously hadn’t wanted to play the game, as the number dramatically started to increase and shouty capital letters had started appearing in the subject line. My concentration should’ve been focused solely on the shitfest that sat in front of me. Which I had managed to create, but if I was honest, my heart wasn’t there. It was attached and broken to that cause, when previously it was all that mattered. I shut the lid and placed it on the side. Panic hit me as I ran my hands through my tousled, bed hair. Only one thing could’ve helped, as I slowly bypassed the creaking stairs and made my way to my girl. I slid open the door and my heart thumped rapidly before I kneeled on the floor by her side.
Maybe it was airing on the side of being obsessed, I couldn’t have denied this wasn’t a whirlwind situation we had put ourselves in. Never had I thought my mind would end up like this, a jumbled and lost mess, and the only way to have made it coherent again, was being in her presence. Harlow was a lifeline to my cause and my meaning for life itself. I needed those precious moments to process everything currently happening. Love was a strange emotion, I knew I had felt it for family, even Johnny, but for a woman, never. Not until now. Gazing at her flowing locks against the pillow and her soft delicate skin, I was so tempted to have allowed my knuckles to have grazed over her cheek, I knew she was it for me. They say it takes time to love someone, but I’ve had time watching her over the years. I knew everything about her, but something changed and, in this instant, it was a pure connection. Cupid’s arrow had hit me bare centre in the chest and chained me to her.
An unravelled flit of fears worried my mind, knowing that this reality would soon change the moment Johnny landed back into our lives. A game of Russian Roulette was ready to have played out, but I had a dreaded gut sensation of his reaction. Having been closest to him, I couldn’t see him being happy with regards to this situation. My only hope was that he found it in his heart to understand. That the fact we came and told him counted for something. If he couldn’t seem to comprehend our decision though, that would be when my nightmare would really have begun. Harlow’s brother, my best friend, him not being supportive of our decision left me petrified at what may have happened. The possibility of the outcome of losing Harlow, didn’t bear thinking about, as I tried to hold back the tears. The woman I loved with every fibre within, making me question every unknown entity, a life without her though wasn’t worth thinking about.
As she stirred awake, the one question I dreaded the most came to the forefront. What if I got forced to choose between love or friendship? It was then the dam finally opened.
Forty-One
Harlow
The muffledwhimpered noise woke me up and I noticed Elijah on the floor by my side. My sex dream was disturbed but I couldn’t give a shit about that. I guessed my face spoke with words of concern as I ran my fingers underneath his eyelids.
“Babe, what’s happened? Talk to me.”
Letting myself sit up, I pulled myself closer to him, trying to access and read any clues as to what I may have just missed. Wrapping his arms around me, the comfort eased my resolve slightly, but just knowing he was in pain from something hurt me deeply. Elijah wasn’t one to cry over nothing, but I knew pushing him on the matter wouldn’t help either. Just showing him this side of support and honesty, that if he did want to talk, I’d always be here for him with my arms open.
An afternoon of us was a decision that made us both smile, but on the condition that Elijah actually got his head down and sent a few emails at least. I knew he had slacked on the work front, and I didn’t fancy being an accessory to those complications as well. My plans that were mapped out, I knew would make it worth his while completely, if he played the situation well.
Elijah finally decided to vacate my room an hour later, waking me after some raunchy promises. My plans of keeping them in check, laid down to some careful planning. Film nights had always been a favourite past time, but a sexy spin on a former memory, could really allow a new memory to be created, I thought. Treat boxes of dips and food, played alongside a choice of films, could lead to an evening of a lot of fun ahead. Preparation had to be exact, and it started with me. That night I stripped for Elijah, the night where it all began, I ignited a fire inside myself. Lingerie had never really been something I enjoyed experimenting with, but the pleasure it could bring, I started to realise, was a dual reaction, not just from a male perspective either. The black lace was returning, and I hoped it would have the desired effect for us both.
With a deep Himalayan salt scrub and every area neatly waxed to precision, the red-hot shower had been a perfect start. Even though my worries over Elijah’s tears were still in the forefront of my mind, I wished I could’ve done more. I just needed to trust that he would open that door when the time came if he needed to. The fact he was sat there when I woke made me question if had been watching me sleep. It didn’t even bother me like I assumed it would. It felt relaxing, rather than creepy like expected. Just a natural everyday occurrence. Not being disturbed had been strange, it had crossed my mind that Elijah may try to join me the moment he heard the boiler kick in. Hopefully, he was currently preoccupied with the planned tasks at hand. Drying myself and slipping on the lace set, before a pair of skin-tight jeans, I contemplated what top to wear. In the end, I decided on an off the shoulder cream combination, allowing a sliver of my bra strap to be seen.
Hair dried and time delayed as much as possible, my breath hitched at him curled up in the corner, with ripped jeans and a shirt on, with his reading glasses perched on his nose. A sight my heart could contend with seeing every waking day, and a shiver ran along the base of my spine. He was sexy without his glasses on, but added to that attire, I was seriously considering fucking off this whole work idea and calculating how long it would take Elijah to join my cause.
“Blink, Harlow.”
A snigger left him as he moved his eyes away from the screen to me. Sassy and smart mouthed, I wanted to challenge him, make him want to crave every ounce of me.