Touch Me - A Forbidden Romance

“I’m so hard for you. In fact, you make me hard just by breathing.”

She swallowed, her throat tight, her lips feeling swollen, needing his mouth on hers. Lowering her face to his neck, she inhaled deeply, loving that fresh and clean smell on him, the spicy cologne that drove her wild.

“If you don’t stop it, baby, I’m not going to be able to control myself.”

“I don’t want you to control yourself.” He moaned and ran the tip of his nose up the side of her throat. “Fuck, you smell good.”

“Why would you want to control yourself?” she whispered. “I’m naked, and you’re hard…” She leaned back, her eyes feeling too heavy to hold all the way open.

“You make a good argument,” he murmured against her. He ran his nose up and down her neck again. “I should hire you when I’m doing business mergers. I don’t think anyone could argue your points.”

She chuckled, but it was soft, not holding much amusement because she was too aroused. “Elijah, I want you.”

He groaned and lifted his head from her neck to kiss her. He gripped her waist and stood, holding her in his arms effortlessly.

Kissing him hard, she felt his cock prod her bare pussy and needed him now. Freya ran her tongue over his bottom lip. Tugging at his flesh, she loved when he grunted, tightened his hands on her waist, and pushed his dick harder into her.

He took them into the bedroom, all the while kissing her, licking at her lips, and groaning in pleasure. Once in the room, he set her on the floor, took a step back, and started undressing. She held the towel, not about to get naked just yet because she wanted to look her fill of him.

There he now stood, totally naked, his golden, hard flesh on display. God, he looked good with nothing on, all hard sinew and defined muscles. He wasn’t all bulky like a weightlifter but not as lean as a swimmer. His dick was hard and getting stiffer the longer she stared at it. And as if he wanted to tempt her, or maybe torture her, he reached down, grabbed his cock, and started stroking himself.

“Come here, Freya,” he said in a low, husky voice filled with lust.

Freya was more than ready to do whatever he said, to give him whatever he wanted. It was like she was addicted to the feeling of his cock inside her, of his dick stretching her, of Elijah claiming her. He dominated her without restraints or bondage. He controlled her with his body, with his touch and words, lips and breath. He played her body with expert precision because he knew every inch of her. He knew exactly where to touch her to get her off.

He pulled her toward him and wrapped his hand around a chunk of her hair. Elijah kissed her hard. There was no teasing on his part. He was brutal, demanding, and giving her everything she craved, everything she wanted. She’d always want this from him, always want it like this.

While still kissing her, he led them over to the bed, but instead of lying on her back, she was turned around in his arms. Her back pressed to his chest, and he smoothed his hands over her breasts, cupped the mounds through the fabric for a second, and then continued his descent until he reached the edge of the towel. In one swift move, he had the material pushed away from her body.

“So much better, Freya baby,” he said as he murmured against her throat. Before she could turn in his arms, desperate for his mouth, he had her on the bed face-first.

Freya went down on her belly, bouncing once from the force with which he’d pushed her down, but she loved that. Elijah stroked her bare ass with his big hands and gave each cheek a stinging spank. Her flesh heated and stung. It felt incredible.

“Look at this ass,” he said as if speaking to himself, then spanked her again. “It was made for fucking, baby. It was made for me to fill it with my cock. You were made for me, every damn inch of you.” He squeezed her cheeks, growled out, and then leaned down and bit her right ass cheek. She cried out in pleasure and pain, wanting more, needing it. He bit her other side, smacked her butt one more time, and then moved away. She looked over her shoulder to see him grab the lube from the nightstand.

They had done anal before, a couple of times, in fact, and although Freya hadn’t thought she’d like it, she was surprised to feel that when he fucked her ass, he hit nerve endings she hadn’t even known she’d had.

“You ready for me and my big dick, baby? You ready for me to fuck this sweet ass?” Elijah asked, but it wasn’t phrased in a way that made her think he was actually asking permission.