Touch Me - A Forbidden Romance

Wrapping his hand around her waist and grabbing her ass with his other hand, he rose just enough that he could shift so she was the one on her back now. This was a lot of movement for the amount of time they’d been fucking, but he wanted to experience all of this with her. He wanted to experience more with her.

Sliding all the way back into her had Elijah groaning and closing his eyes. Sweat lined his brow and dripped down his face to cover her belly. He leaned back on his haunches and looked down at where their bodies connected.

“Elijah,” she moaned his name and closed her eyes.

“Hell, Freya.” Those words left him on a strangled groan as he saw the way her pussy stretched around his cock. She was all pink and soaked flesh, and stretched so fucking wide around the girth of his dick that the member actually jerked on its own. His balls drew up tight with his imminent orgasm.

“Oh.” Her eyes widened, and he knew she was close to getting off again. Her cheeks had a red glow to them, her mouth was parted, and her lips were glossy from their kissing.

He placed his thumb right on her clit and rubbed the hell out of that little bud, wanting her to be so lost she could only hold on to him or she’d fall. He couldn’t drag his eyes away from her face, and when she arched her back, thrusting her big breasts out, and cried out, he finally let himself go.

Elijah leaned forward, bracing his hands on the mattress beside her head, and grunted as he came harder than he ever had. His muscles hurt from how tense he was as he came. After long, tortured, and pleasure-filled minutes, the pleasure finally receded, and he was able to breathe again.

Without thinking, because all he wanted to do was kiss her, Elijah did exactly that. With his cock softening inside her, he leaned down and kissed her hard, possessively.

“God, that was—”

“Incredible,” he said, finishing her sentence.

She licked her lips. “Yeah, exactly.” After leaning down and kissing her once more, he pulled out of her with a grunt of disappointment. Lying beside her, he thought about what they’d just done. He’d never seen himself doing something like this with Freya.

He’d thought about her these past four years, remembered how she’d looked when she’d left for college, and how she’d already, even then, grown into a strong, independent woman. But then he’d seen her at the liquor store, all grown up, all womanly, and all innocent thoughts he’d ever had for her seemed to evaporate.

As impossible as it was, his dick started getting erect at the feel of her breasts pressed against his chest. She was soft where he was hard, and that was the perfect combination. He liked her curves, loved that he could run his hands all over her body because she allowed him that pleasure. She was comfortable with her body and shape.

“What does this mean, Elijah?” She pulled back only enough that she could look into his face.

He knew what he wanted it to mean, even after this one night, but despite knowing each other for years, there was a history between them. He’d been married to Meghan, for one thing, and Meghan, at the time, had been considered Freya’s stepmother still. Although that was years ago, and they were adults now—Freya was an adult—he didn’t want her to think this was wrong. He didn’t want anyone to think this was wrong because it felt right.

“I think that’s a conversation we can have at any time you want,” he said and cupped her cheek.

She didn’t speak for a few moments, and then she smiled and rested back on the pillow. “I think that can wait until tomorrow.” When she closed her eyes, Elijah moved closer, pulled her toward his body, and just held her.

Elijah didn’t want to rush her into what he ultimately wanted: a relationship.Freya sat on the balcony off the master suite, looking at the small pond across from her where a group of frogs kept jumping in and out of the water, and felt this peace and serenity surround her. She’d given herself to Elijah, finally allowed herself to love him in all ways. She was afraid still, of course, but she knew it was natural. And the thing that frightened her didn’t mean she had to stay away.

She was afraid of the fact she cared for him so much, this soon. He was kind and sweet, so considerate, and he was all hers. The sound of the double doors opening had her looking over her shoulder. He walked out, carrying a mug of something steaming in one hand and a thick, plush blanket in the other.

Setting the mug on the banister of the deck, he draped the blanket on her, then grabbed the cup and handed it to her. When he sat down beside her and smiled, she knew everything would be okay. Everything would work out.