by Ivy Nelson
“Shall I suck on these gorgeous nipples? They’re so hard and perfect. I would love to see them in some nipple clamps.”
Holly sucked in a breath at the thought of him putting clamps on her. Surely that would hurt like hell. She didn’t have time to think about it long though, because he cupped one breast in his hand and kneaded firmly while his mouth locked onto the nipple of her other breast, sucking hard and deep. When he pulled away, her nipple was elongated and even more engorged.
“Agh,” she cried out as he captured the other nipple, giving it the same attention. Every one of her senses were heightened and it felt as if her skin was on fire.
Elijah continued his assault on her sensitive nipples, going back and forth between them. After several trips between the two, he sat back and stared at her. Holly could see a glint in his eyes even in the dark and she knew he was up to something.
Without warning, his hands left her waist and fingers clamped down on each nipple sharply. The sting shot through her nipples and straight to her clit.
“Fuck,” Holly yelped as he applied even more pressure. Twisting in his lap, she ground against an impressive erection. As he continued to pinch, she began to grind with purpose, rocking against him until she watched his eyes close. The painful pinch was morphing into pleasure with every thrust of her hips. With renewed energy, she rocked until he finally cursed and let go of her nipples to grip her waist and bring her to a halt.
“I’m going to blow my load in my pants like an inexperienced teenager, so you have to stop,” he bit out.
Feeling bold, Holly wrapped her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his, kissing with all of her energy.
“Christ,” he said when she broke away. Then he lifted her from his lap and plopped her down next to him.
“You’re going to undo me. We have to calm down or we won’t make it to my bedroom.”
Holly giggled and stuck her bottom lip out. “But I was having fun.”
Elijah tapped her nose. “Don’t pout. It isn’t becoming. There is plenty more fun to be had,” he said as he straightened her bra and dress for her.
When she was back in proper order, Elijah slung an arm around her shoulders and settled back against the seat for the rest of the ride home, which turned out to be another twenty minutes long.
When they pulled into the impressive circle driveway, Holly’s mouth fell open. “You live here?”
Elijah laughed. “I do. I entertain a lot. Big place gives me my privacy if I have overnight business guests.”
Holly shook her head. Her family was wealthy and had a nice house but compared to this mansion it was a modest cottage.
“I’ll give you a tour later. Right now, you need to give your keys to Dale so I can show you my bedroom.”
Right, her car. In the frenzy of sexual energy, she’d forgotten they left it parked at the bar. Fumbling in her purse, she pulled the keys out and handed them to Dale.
Without waiting for Dale to retreat, Elijah bent and lifted her into his arms. Holly squealed, “Put me down you oaf, I can walk.”
Elijah grinned. “Just making sure you don’t dally. My house is fun to look at. But you can look at it after I’ve buried my cock inside of you and made you come a half dozen times.”
Holly couldn’t speak. He was so blunt. And cocky. Half a dozen seemed like he was setting his expectations a little out of reach.
“I can see you don’t believe me, but that’s OK. You will.” He kissed the tip of her nose as he strode through the house, clearly on a mission.
He wasn’t wrong, the house was incredibly fun to look at, and if she hadn’t been in has arms, she might have been tempted to stop. Instead, she just stared in awe as the art and decorations flew past her on the way to his bedroom.
When he pushed open the bedroom doors at the top of the stairs, Holly gasped. The room was sexy as fuck. Masculine in every way but still gorgeous. The rich browns with subtle pops of red confirmed to Holly that red was his color. As if she’d needed more confirmation.
When the door was closed again, Elijah sat her gently on the edge of his massive four poster king sized bed.
The bedroom wasn’t quite what she was expecting given his penchant for kink. Maybe he had a dungeon somewhere in this gigantic house.
“I want you naked. Will you strip for me, or should I undress you?” he asked as he began unbuttoning his own shirt. Holly’s face warmed and she ducked her head, afraid to answer.
“Shy, are we? I’ll do it for you, baby. I do enjoy helping a woman as beautiful as you out of her clothes.”
When he was shirtless, Holly’s mouth went dry again. His chest was chiseled and perfect and she wanted to run her hands all over it.
His hand was extended to her and she took it, letting him pull her to her feet again. When she was standing, she pressed her palms flat against his chest and ran her hands down to the top of his dark jeans. Elijah’s fingers grazed the hem of her dress before grasping it and tugging upward. “Arms up,” he said as he got the dress up to her chin.
Obediently, she stretched her arms above her head. The dress came off in one fluid motion and plopped to the floor with a gentle swoosh. He helped her slip out of her shoes, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra.
Her nipples were still swollen and sensitive from his attention in the car. When her breasts were bare for him, he leaned down and sucked hard on each nipple for a moment before dropping to his knees in front of her. He pressed his head to her abdomen and inhaled deeply before sweeping his gaze up to her as he hooked his fingers into the waist of her panties.
In a swift yank, her lacy undergarment pooled around her ankles and she instinctively stepped out of them. Elijah lingered on his knees and seemed to be mesmerized by her bared pussy.
“Just as gorgeous as I remembered,” he whispered after a moment and pressed a kiss to her pubic bone.
Holly’s breath caught when he stood and grasped her waist to lift her back onto the bed. This time he placed her closer to the center and crawled onto the mattress with her. “Scoot back,” he commanded, tilting his head toward his pile of pillows at the head of the bed. “Get comfortable. I plan to take my time eating my dessert,” he said with a wink.
Holly wiggled her way up the bed until she was resting against the soft fluffy pillows. With a heated gaze, Elijah settled between her thighs and spread them further to make room for his head. When he was stretched out on the bed, he lowered his mouth to her shaven pussy.
She bucked against his mouth at the first touch and his chuckle sent vibrations through her entire body. Closing her eyes, she tried to let the sensation wash over her instead of overwhelm her.
Elijah took his time getting to know her most intimate places with his tongue and lips. He kissed, licked, and sucked in various ways until he got the reaction he was after. When she let out a garbled moan and fisted her hands into his hair, he settled in and sucked her clit hard until she thought she was going to explode. After several minutes of this, she felt one hand run up her thigh, then he was probing her slick entrance with one finger.
“God, yes,” Holly cried out as he plunged his digit deep inside her while continuing to suckle her. As pressure began to build, she tensed up. She’d never came in someone’s mouth before.
“What’s wrong?” Elijah asked, breaking away from her pussy.
“Nothing,” she panted, hoping he wouldn’t see through her lie. “Just so intense.”
“You’re getting close. Just relax, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
Without waiting for a response, he buried his head between her thighs again. It didn’t take long for the pressure to build again and this time she tried to keep herself from tensing up by letting her thighs fall farther open.
The orgasm ripped through her and she screamed out a garbled cry of pleasure, but Elijah didn’t stop, and soon one orgasm rolled into two. When he pulled his fingers free and lifted his head, he looked like a crazed animal who had just feasted on pr
ey he’d hunted down and defeated.
The look in his eyes made her shudder, but she wasn’t afraid.
Elijah rolled to the side of the bed and opened the top drawer of his nightstand where he pulled out a condom. Holly felt a flood of relief that he was able to think straight because they had completely skipped the birth control and safe sex talk.
Rolling off the bed, he stood long enough to strip out of his pants and boxer briefs. If she thought his chest and arms were perfect, his legs and cock were damn near God like. His erection was impressive, and Holly had a feeling it might be painful the first time he filled her.
When he was between her thighs again, he rolled the condom up his length and positioned himself at her entrance, one hand gripping his shaft.
“Ready?” he asked as he slid the head of his cock down her slit.
With wide eyes, she nodded and opened her legs farther.
“Good girl,” he murmured as he eased into her.
Holly felt stretched wide from the moment he breached her entrance, and she let her eyes drift closed as his cock slid deeper into her tight pussy. It had been too long since she’d felt the stretch of a man opening her up. His attention with his mouth earlier made her feel swollen and tight, which made the pleasure of his cock all the more intense.
Elijah’s eyes were closed when hers fluttered open and he seemed to be holding himself back. That’s not what she wanted, but it felt to bold to ask him to fuck her even though that’s exactly what she wanted. The very thought of asking had her squeezing her eyes shut again, and she let out an involuntary whimper.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his voice strained and husky.
“No,” she said on a moan. “Feels good.”
He withdrew almost completely and slid in again, faster this time. Holly let out a loud groan, “Yes,” she cried.
When he teased her with several more languid strokes, she couldn’t take it anymore. With eyes squeezed shut to shield herself from some of the embarrassment she bit out, “Fuck me.”
Elijah let out a low deep laugh. “Patience, baby. If I fuck you like you’re wanting, this won’t last.”
Holly shook her head. “Don’t care. Please, harder, faster,” she begged between ragged breaths.
Elijah’s thighs stiffened as he pulled out once more. There was no holding back when he slammed himself into her again, and he quickly found his rhythm, fucking her hard and fast. His fingers dug into her shoulders as he thrust himself deep inside her. Holly could feel pleasure building to a peak and she knew another orgasm was on the brink.
“Come for me, Holly,” Elijah said between clenched teeth.
The strained sound of her name on his lips sent her over the edge, and combined with the friction of his forceful thrusts, she gave in to the wave of ecstasy that rushed through her.
A low growl rose in his throat and she felt him go rigid inside of her just before he trembled and surrendered to his own orgasm. His cock pulsed in her pussy, fueling her own pleasure as it continued washing over her in torrents.
It seemed like ages before they both came down from their climax, but when they did, they were a panting sweating tangle of limbs. Holly let herself relax in his arms until their breathing slowed.
“God, that was amazing, baby,” Elijah whispered, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “But I’m pretty sure that was only four orgasms and I promised you half a dozen,” he said with a wicked grin, moving down her length. When Holly realized his intention, she clamped her legs shut.
“Four is plenty. I’ll take a rain check on the other two.’
The glint in his eyes told her he wanted to argue with her. Instead, he pressed a kiss to her navel and rolled off the bed.
“In the morning then,” he said with a wink as he turned and walked toward the bathroom.
Holly allowed herself to ogle his glorious backside. How much did the man have to work out to achieve such a deity like physique? Or was he one of those lucky bastards who didn’t have to do much at all?
When he returned to the bedroom, he looked a little less like a wild animal and Holly could hear the water running in the bathroom. “Take a shower with me?” he asked, holding out his hand.
Holly hesitated.
With a chuckle, Elijah sat on the edge of the bed and trailed a hand down her naked thigh. “My shower is massive, and I promise to leave you alone if you want me to. I take great pleasure in taking care of my partner after sex or intense play though, so I would love it if you took a shower with me.”
Holly relented and reached for his hand. “OK. I’ll take a shower with you.”
When she walked into the bathroom, still clutching his hand, she was awestruck once again. The shower could easily hold six people, ten if they were cozy about it.
“Jesus, I could live in your bathroom,” she blurted as he led her into the shower that was already spraying hot water from multiple shower heads.
Elijah hummed as he directed her under the warm spray and Holly groaned at how good it felt cascading over her.
“As much as I enjoy having you in my shower with me, I’m sure we could find a more comfortable spot for you to live if you wanted to move in.”
Holly froze. Did he just ask her to move in with him?
• • •
Elijah watched Holly tense up and realized she thought he was serious. The very rash part of him was, but he’d learned to keep that under control years ago.
“Relax,” he whispered into her ear. “I’m only teasing.” Squeezing her shoulders gently, he stepped away to grab a clean washcloth from the wall rack and added a generous portion of body wash.
When he turned and handed her the soapy rag, she delighted him by pushing the rag back to him. “You do it,” she said, her voice quiet with shyness.
“With pleasure,” he said as he closed the distance between them. Turning her so her back was to him, he started at her shoulders and moved the rag downward until he was cupping her curvy bottom. It fit perfectly in his hand and he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to redden it with his palm. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he let the rag wander up her belly and across her breasts. She let out a tiny moan when the sudsy cloth passed over her nipples, telling him they were still sensitive. Maybe he could keep his promise of half a dozen orgasms after all.
“So sensitive, baby,” he murmured against her ear. “I like it.” He trailed the rag down her front again and came to rest between her legs. With slow purposeful motions, he pushed and pulled the cloth through her folds, making sure to pay special attention to her clit. Her moans fueled him, and he wondered how she would react to a little dirty talk as she writhed in his hand.
Dropping his voice to a sensual husky tone he said, “Be still, baby. We made this pussy all dirty, so you have to let me clean it up.”
Holly whimpered and pressed herself harder against his hand.
“Somebody likes to be talked dirty to,” he murmured. “Perhaps we’ll get those last two orgasms out of you tonight.”
He increased the pressure as he found her clit again with the rag and rubbed in a circular motion. “You came so hard in my mouth,” he whispered as he felt her tremble in his arms. “Now I want to feel you come in my hand.” Elijah’s words were fueling her pleasure, he could tell, so he continued. “I loved the feel of your cunt clenching tight around my cock, and I can’t wait to fuck you again.”
She began to spasm in his hand, but he didn’t let the pressure up. His other arm tightened around her waist to keep her from falling.
“Stop,” she whimpered.
“I don’t know if I can, baby,” he teased. “I think we just made your pussy dirty again. Maybe you should sit on the bench and let me check.”
He turned her in his arms and gave her a wicked grin. Despite the warm water, her nipples were hard pebbles that begged for his mouth, so he indulged himself as he gently nudged her toward the bench along one wall of his shower.
“There you go. Spread you
r legs for me, baby,” he said in a soft voice as her ass touched the tiled surface. When her legs parted slightly, he helped her by shoving them wide and pulling her, so she was sitting at the very edge of the surface.
“Lay back a bit,” he ordered.
“I don’t think I can handle anymore,” she said on a heavy breath.
“Let’s try,” he encouraged. “If you decide you’re done, just say red and it all stops instantly.”
Holly nodded and he lifted the rag as he dropped to one knee in front of her. Wrapping one index finger in the fluffy fibers, he used his other to spread her cunt apart so he could see her engorged clit. “Oh yes. A very dirty pussy. We’ll fix that,” he crooned.
Holly lout out another whimper and Elijah dragged his cloth wrapped finger over her clit and back up again. Up and down, he rubbed over and over in a scrubbing motion. Soon she was squirming and calling his name. He continued rubbing her clit until she lost herself once more. As the orgasm subsided, Elijah bent to kiss her pussy.
“Red,” she cried before he made contact. Elijah let out a low chuckle but immediately lifted his head and dropped the rag.
Reaching above him, he grabbed the removable shower head and carefully rinsed her, taking great care not to do anything that might seem like he was trying to arouse her again. When he washed himself and rinsed them both off, he shut the water off and reached for large fluffy towels for them both.
Holly trembled on shaky legs as he dried her gently. Wrapping his own towel around his waist, he lifted her into his arms with the towel hugging her shoulders. In the bedroom, he sat her on the edge of the bed and finished drying her off.
When she was dry to his satisfaction, he pulled back the blankets on his bed and helped her crawl under.
Her head hit the pillows and for a moment he thought she was already asleep. A moment later, her eyes fluttered open again and she gave him a shy smile. “That was amazing.”
Dropping a gentle kiss on her forehead he said, ‘You’re telling me. Unfortunately, I need to step into my office. I’ve very nearly missed an important phone call.”
