Holy shit, that was the most mind-blowing sex I've ever had.
Elijah sure knows his way around a woman's body.
I glance over my shoulder at the man who just gave me the most earth-shattering orgasm of my life.
Elijah is looking back at me, his breath coming out in ragged pants.
I can still feel the echo of him inside me. His size... God, he's massive.
Elijah steps back, pulling out of me. I straighten up, pulling my dress down and adjusting my underwear. When I look at him, he's already pulled his boxers and jeans back on.
I fix the strap he'd pushed down over my breast, making sure everything is back in place.
I can't deny it, I want him again.
“Sav, you okay?” His voice is rough, husky.
I look at him, knowing he's probably thinking we can just go back to being friends. But after experiencing him like that, I'm not sure I can. I want more.
“I’m okay,” I assure him, letting out a sigh.
“I think I need a drink,” I announce, flashing him a smile.
He returns the smile, and damn, it's sexy.
“What do you have?” he asks.
I can't help but grin. “I've got beer,” I tell him, moving to the fridge to grab two bottles.
Elijah comes over and pops the tops off for us.
We make our way to the couch and sit down.
We've just had sex, and now we need to act as normal as possible.
The silence is awkward, but we both just stare straight ahead. He seems lost in thought.
“I want to ask you something,” Elijah says out of the blue.
I turn to look at him, and he's staring back at me. “I think we could do something about this,” he suggests, gesturing between us.
I shake my head. “Elijah, we're friends,” I tell him, not entirely truthfully.
He pauses, looking at me. Then he takes my hand, drawing my attention to the gesture.
“Sav, I have a proposal, but it's entirely up to you,” he says.
I look back at him and nod.
“I know I'm not ready for a relationship right now, especially after the breakup. But what if we just... have sex? Friends with benefits?” he suggests.
I stare back at him, taken aback. He wants more.
“Sav, you're not a rebound,” he assures me. “I remember you saying after Danny that you didn't want another relationship. So why don't we just see where this goes?”
I remember that conversation well, but it wasn't with him. It was with Meg. She must have told Alex, who then told Elijah.
Nothing I say to them stays a secret. That's why I've never told Meg about my feelings for Elijah.
I told Meg I didn't want another relationship. I didn't tell her about Danny cheating, but there were other things that happened in that relationship that made me realize it wasn't healthy.
Danny hurt me in ways that went beyond cheating. It was something that happened after the incident.
I let out a sigh. “I don't know, Elijah,” I admit.
“What, you didn't enjoy what we just did?” he asks, a hint of panic in his voice.
I turn to look at him again, and his eyes are filled with emotion. “Eli, I loved it,” I confess, sighing. “I won't lie, I want to do it again.”
Elijah's smile morphs into a smirk. “So we're on for friends with benefits then,” he states.
I lick my lips as I look at him. “I'm okay with this, but we can't tell Alex or Meg,” I insist.
“The moment they find out, they'll want to label this.” I gesture between us. “I don't think either of us wants that right now.”
Elijah looks at me and nods. “That works for me,” he agrees, setting his beer on the side table. I place mine on the floor next to the couch and lean back.
“I get why we can't tell them. They always talk about you to me,” he admits.
I can't help but laugh. “Tell me about it. They do the same thing with you,” I tell him.
I look over at him, and he's staring back.
Elijah seems to mirror my thoughts as he seizes my wrists, drawing me towards him. I comply, straddling him with my legs on either side of his.
His hands find their way to my back. He holds me there, his fingers tracing a gentle path up and down my spine.
I gaze down at him, and he moistens his lips.
I reach for the strap of my dress, letting it slide down, and do the same with the other. I can feel his arousal growing beneath me as he watches.
The straps drop, and I free my arms, baring my breasts. Elijah’s gaze is fixed on my chest as his hands leave my back, resting on the sides of my legs.
“What do you want?” I whisper to him.
His eyes meet mine, an emotion I can’t decipher flickering in them, but he moistens his lips again.
I lean in closer to him. “Do you want to touch these?” I ask, tracing a finger from the top of my breast down to my nipple.
I tease my nipple, making it harden. I watch Elijah, his eyes following my finger as it circles my nipple.
I can feel his arousal twitch again. He’s getting excited by my actions.
Hell, so am I.
I move my finger to my other breast and repeat the action. I keep my eyes on Elijah’s face, watching as he takes it all in.
“Elijah, what do you want?” I ask once more.
Our eyes lock, and that’s all it takes.
He moves swiftly, his hand wrapping around my neck, pulling me down until our lips meet. Our kiss is fierce, filled with need from both of us.
His other hand roams to the front of my dress, sliding up my thigh to my panties.
A moan escapes me, muffled by our kiss.
I pull back slightly, gasping for breath. “Eli, I need you now,” I manage to say, my voice husky.
Elijah smirks. “Very eager,” he comments before his mouth is on mine again. I feel his hands leave my neck and waist.
I glance down and see that he’s undone his jeans once more.
I shift slightly, just enough for him to pull his jeans and boxers down to his knees. I’m back straddling him in an instant, not giving him a chance to wait or do anything else.
I position him at my entrance and slide down slowly, a moan escaping both of us.
“Damn, Sav,” he breathes.
I ride him, moving up and down as he leans in, taking one of my nipples in his mouth while his hand teases the other breast.
Elijah switches to the other breast, sucking, licking, and nipping at it. He pulls away, his hands finding my waist, and he begins to thrust up with urgency.
He thrusts up, slamming me back down onto him. I moan.
He maintains this rhythm as I feel myself tightening around him. He quickens his pace, dropping me onto him over and over.
“Elijah…I’m coming,” I moan, climaxing around him.
“DAMN, SAV,” he grunts, his arousal pulsing deep inside me.
He reaches his climax after me.
Our movements slow as we both come down from our high.
I lean in, pressing my forehead to his. He kisses me gently as I pull back to look at him.
His chest rises and falls with his heavy breaths.
“Stay,” I plead. “Stay tonight.”
I need him here with me.
He looks back at me, smirking, but then his expression softens into a smile. “I wasn’t planning on going anywhere tonight except over there,” he says, nodding towards the bed.
I follow his gaze, then look back at him, a smile spreading across my face.
I will have him, and I don’t give a damn who hears.
I’m with the one person I’ve wanted since high school, and I’m not letting go, even if it’s just for one night.
