Blue eyes flew open, meeting his, filled with shock and curiosity. Elijah shifted his hips until the sensitive head of his cock was at her entrance, then he relaxed his hands, letting her find her seat atop him. Her pink lips dropped open in perfect ‘o’ as she sank onto him. In this position, Elijah was able to watch every minute change of expression as she impaled herself on his raging erection.
Josie
Oh, glory…
The sensation of sliding down onto Elijah was even more acute than the times he had been on top of or behind her. It was both exhilarating and embarrassing. She could feel his eyes on her, and there was no hiding any part of her body from him. Her breasts bounced slightly as she panted, her inner muscles clenching and gripping his thick shaft as she took it within her.
Hands splayed across his muscled chest helped to balance her physically but did nothing to help her emotionally or mentally. She was careful to avoid his wounds, but she still worried about hurting him. Despite his confidence, this was the best arrangement.
And saying she was going to mount him…
She did not know if she would ever be able to ride astride again without blushing furiously and remembering this moment. He was certainly not as wide as a horse, but the movements were similar as his hands lifted her up and fell down again as she rocked against him.
It only took a few moments before Josie moved without his assistance, her passion driving her forward. Every time they had coupled before, Elijah had been in charge of their pace, their rhythm, and while she found that wonderfully exciting, there was also something to be said for moving the wayshewanted to. Moaning, Josie shuddered as she glanced down to see him avidly watching her with the most lustful expression.
That aroused her even further, her skin warming as she felt his heated gaze over her body and the way his hands traveled up from her hips to her breasts. Josie sighed with pleasure as he fondled her, her body moving atop his at a steady pace, akin to a canter.
“Good girl.” Elijah’s voice was low and husky. His fingers pinched and firmly tugged her nipples, helping her to move in the direction he wanted. Josie hissed under her breath at the sting of pain that throbbed through her, straight to her core. Her nipples were already sensitive from all the pinching and twisting and responded even stronger now that he had returned to tormenting them. “Ride me, minx.”
The command made her blush. This was not like riding a horse, but her long hours of doing so certainly helped her now. She rose and fell above him with only the slightest protest from her muscles.
Other than his hands on her breasts, he let her take the lead, her ardor driving her to move faster and faster atop him, her body grinding down, so all her sensitive bits rubbed against his as her pleasure climbed higher and higher.
“Faster.” His hand released her breast, swatting her bottom, and the sting added to the delicious sensations coursing through her. Josie moved harder, faster as he spanked her flanks, peppering her flesh with little swats that made her even more excited.
When she reached her peak, crying out as she writhed atop him in ecstasy, he took control.
He heaved underneath her, hands falling to her hips to hold her in place as he thrust up inside her, sending a paroxysm of pleasure through her already exultant senses. Josie spasmed at the surge of sensation, her head falling back as Elijah moved her, his body heaving beneath hers, thrusting up and in, filling her oh-so-wonderfully.
As she was already at her climax, the addition of new sensations and Elijah’s taking control sent her reeling, the pleasure almost too much to bear. Tears slid over her cheeks from the sheer intensity of the pleasure gripping her. She might be riding him, but he was still the one holding the reins.
When he surged one final time, his hands holding her tightly against his groin, filling her with his seed, Josie shuddered, then collapsed, panting on his chest.
Elijah
Sore and aching all over, his wounds throbbed even more, and he was far more out of breath than he should have been, but with Josie laying atop him, also out of breath and completely satisfied, he had to grin. She certainly should have no complaints, despite his injuries.
“Mmm.” Nuzzling his shoulder, she tucked her head into the crook between his neck and his head. “I am still angry with you.” The small bite in her voice was completely ruined when she ended the sentence with a yawn.
“Oh, yes, I can tell.” He ran his hand over the smooth skin of her back, fighting back his own yawn. He needed to send her back to her own room, but having her cuddled against him felt far too nice. A little longer would not hurt anything. The servants were all abed, so there would be no one to see or gossip.
Here in his arms, he knew exactly where she was and that she was safe, and after tonight, he needed that reassurance.
“No more walking at night without telling someone where you are or preferably, taking someone with you.” He made a noncommittal noise, and her tiny finger poked at his chest. “I mean it. Or else I will be the one going out at night to look for you.”
A growl of displeasure rumbled through his chest, and his hand—which had been trailing his fingers over her lower back—slid down to grip the curve of her buttocks.
“Try it, and you will not sit for a week,” he threatened, meaning every word. His blood ran cold at the thought of Josie out at night, searching the streets for him. What if she had done so tonight and found her way into the Warrens? She was impetuous enough to do it.
Josie scoffed, not threatened at all. She could not see his expression from where she was tucked against his chest, but Elijah frowned. Had the past few nights without any of his more deviant desires given her a false sense of security when it came to his threats of discipline?
Well, he would have to fix that immediately. Closing his eyes, Elijah patted his wife’s bottom. Rather than tensing, her breathing slowed and evened out. She was falling asleep on his chest. He held back a snort. Some disciplinarian he was turning out to be.
There was another Society of Sin event coming up. By which time he should be fully healed and able to do exactly what he wished with her, if not before then. Though if she did misbehave between now and then, he would have no qualm about turning her over his knee.
Thoughts drifting, he did not even realize how exhausted he was, falling asleep before he could return Josie to her room.
Chapter 24