She smelled sweet, like vanilla and lemons, a soft aroma that had his dick harder than fucking steel. He knew she wouldn’t resist him by the way she looked at him right now. When his face was close to hers, he smelled the sweet scent of her minty breath, and he had to clench his hands into fists so he didn’t yank her on top of him.
“Freya.” He whispered her name harshly, and her eyes fluttered closed. She leaned forward that last bit of space that separated them and sealed her mouth with his. At the first touch, he groaned and cupped the back of her head, holding her to him.
Oh, fuck. She tastes so damn good, feels so fucking good.
Working his mouth on hers, the male in him demanded he take her against the seat and show her how much he wanted her, how much he craved her. But they were close to the event and getting worked up probably wasn’t the best idea. But he didn’t fucking care.
Elijah found himself clenching his fingers around her tucked in waist because he couldn’t control himself. And then he dragged her across his lap. She felt so damn good on top of him, her thighs on either side of him, and her dress now hiked up to her thighs.
And when he saw the lacy tops of her pantyhose and the garters she wore, his dick jerked behind his tux pants. There was no doubt in his mind she could feel his erection pressing between her thighs. It was obvious how hard he was for her.
She didn’t stop kissing him. In fact, she opened her mouth wider to take more of his tongue inside. He groaned, loving that she was so willing for him. The heat from between her legs scorched him. He’d never thought about being so bold with a woman. He’d fucked them, yes, but he’d never felt this need to be with them in some way so badly that he had to take them in a limo.
“I want you so much, Freya.”
Her answer was a groan, a response that was just this breathy little sound because she was just as lost in this as he was.
“We should stop, but I can’t. I don’t want to.” Elijah cupped either side of her face, needing her with a desperation that bordered on insanity.
“I want this. I want you.”
He kissed her harder. “I want you to feel like you can tell me anything. Always be yourself.”
“I don’t want to lose this feeling.”
“Neither do I, baby.”
The kiss was deep and long, and he broke away after a few seconds to drag his lips down to her throat and suck at her pulse point for a moment. “I’ll do whatever you want, make you feel so good inside and out.”
She breathed out roughly and clenched her hands on his biceps, digging her nails into him.
The feel of her pussy heat on top of him nearly burning straight through his slacks and right to his dick had him reining in his desire by the skin of his teeth.
Gripping her hips tighter, he forced her pussy down on him at the same time he lifted his hips slightly. He didn’t want to take her in the back of the limo, not for their first time at least, but the way things were going, he didn’t know if he’d be able to control himself.
Dragging his mouth up her neck and latching it back onto hers, he deepened the kiss until he was fucking her mouth, sliding his tongue in and out of her, just like he wanted to do with his dick to her pussy.
Moving his hand lower, he gripped her ass, curling his fingers around the fleshy mounds, and groaned. He squeezed the flesh again, bringing her as close to his body as he could. A growl of approval left him when she rubbed herself on him, moving her hips back and forth.
Damn, he wanted to grab his dick, pull her panties aside, and run his erection along her cleft. He moved his tongue out and teased her bottom lip, and a little cry left her.
“This is so intense,” she breathed against him, her voice a soft whisper. “I never felt this kind of arousal before.”
“Neither have I, Freya baby,” he said as soon as she finished speaking. He kissed her again, then pulled back slightly to stare into her eyes. “I don’t want to stop, but we can if you want to.” God, he didn’t want to. When she didn’t tell him she wanted to stop, he lifted his hips up again, grinding himself on her pussy. She moved her hands to the back of his head to grip his hair, pulling at the strands.
And then she started moving against him, back and forth, rocking herself on his lap, on his cock, causing this torturous pleasure to fill him. He used his hold on her to help her movements, pushing her back and then bringing her forward, over and over again.