Page 10 of Elijah

“Taste so damn good,” he said, finally coming up for air and crawling up my body, all the while dropping kisses onto my pebbled skin.

“Baby,” I pleaded, the throbbing between my legs making me needy and spoiled.

“I don’t think I’ll last long,” he said, pulling my bra down and sucking on my skin, leaving a red love bite.

“I don’t care.”

Taking hold of his shirt, I dragged his body up mine and then gripping his trousers, pushed them and his undies down his hips, just past his arse.

“Elijah.”

Taking my mouth with his, he thrust inside of me in one quick motion and it felt like it never had before. The waves of my orgasm started to build as Elijah moved in and out of me. My breathing began to shallow and my hips bucked as I got closer and closer. I’d never had an orgasm through penetration before, Eli usually always got me off with his fingers or his tongue, but this was amazing. My nerve endings started to come alive, starting in the pit of my stomach and fanning out across my body, like ripples on a pond. Each ripple bigger than the last until finally, I shattered, screaming out his name and gripping his arms tightly.

Elijah kissed me, smothering my noise as he continued to thrust, hard and fast. As my orgasm slowly faded, his began to grow, but as he chased it, it became too much for me, the ongoing pleasure mixing with a feathering pain.

When he came, I felt myself fall again as more waves of pleasure broke. They weren’t as intense as the first, but still made me buck and keen beneath him.

After a few minutes of getting our breath back, Elijah looked down at me and grinned.

“Fucking awesome,” he said. “I made you cum with my dick.”

“Eli,” I chastised. “You’re so unromantic at times.” I wasn’t really mad, how could I be when he’d just given me two orgasms.

He dropped his forehead to my heated chest and blew out a breath.

“Do you think Nurse Turner heard me?” I asked, suddenly worried.

Eli shrugged. “Don’t know and don’t care.” He looked up at me, love and warmth shining from his eyes. “It’d be worth getting caught, knowing what just happened.”

“You’re so proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I giggled, brushing my fingers through his hair.

He looked happy and handsome, and the love I had for him was all encompassing. It worried me sometimes, how much I did love him. I’d be a shadow of myself if I lost him. He gave me confidence, he made me feel sexy and loved and I couldn’t imagine ever wanting or needing that from anyone else; ever.

Nodding, he gave me a cheeky smile. “Too right.”

He reached up to kiss me and let out a string of curses when the door handle rattled.

“Elijah, are you okay?” Nurse Turner asked from the other side of the door.

“Erm, yeah,” he called. “I was just dozing.”

“Is your head okay now?”

Eli pulled out of me and looked down at the swollen head of his dick and laughed silently, pointing at it.

“Yeah, much better. Those tablets really helped.”

“Can you let me in?” she called.

“Yeah, just one second.”

“No,” I mouthed, waving a hand down my partially covered body.

“Get dressed,” he hissed.

Scrambling off the bed, almost tripping over, he pulled up his boxers and trousers, tucking in his shirt, and dragging on his jumper, while I readjusted my bra and grabbed my school blouse from the red, plastic chair next to the bed.

“Where are my knickers?” I asked, tugging on Elijah’s arm.