Touch Me

by Jenika Snow

  His lips were so close to hers that if he just leaned forward that last couple of inches that separated them they’d be kissing. Freya felt desperate for him.

  “I want to kiss you,” he said in a low, deep voice, “and although I’ve kissed you many times already, I feel like I should go slow.”

  “I don’t want slow, not anymore,” she said right after he spoke. It was like neither seemed to breathe in that moment.

  She closed her eyes, a gust of stuttering air leaving her. God, she didn’t think she’d even been this aroused. She felt like she’d combust right now in front of Elijah.

  Her heart was thundering, and she swore her wetness soaked clean through her panties. He was so much bigger than her five-foot-four height, nearly a whole foot taller it seemed. His muscles were also so pronounced, so defined.

  “You haven’t kissed me yet.” Although she wasn’t talking about in general, but right now it felt like she’d never kissed him before. That’s how much she wanted him. She felt how hard he was for her, how aroused.

  “I haven’t.” He stared in her eyes.

  She swallowed. “I want you to, right now. I want to be with you,” she whispered.

  “I won’t stop until you’re mine irrevocably, Freya.”

  Oh. My. God.

  She wanted to tell him she wanted him to cross that line, too, but the words lodged in her throat. Freya found that nerve, grabbed onto it, and just spoke out. “I want you, Elijah.”

  “Christ.” And then he had his mouth on hers and his tongue speared between her lips.

  She wasn’t kissing a man that had once been married to her stepmother, or a man so much older than she was. She was kissing a man that wanted her as much as she wanted him.

  She was kissing Elijah, the man she loved.

  He slid his hands down her shoulders, over her arms, and gripped her waist tightly. And then he was walking them backward until she felt the cold, hard wall greeted her, and the heat from the fire right beside them moving through her clothing.

  He hadn’t broken the kiss, and the deep rumbles that left him had her inner muscles clenching almost painfully. He opened his mouth wider and deepened the kiss, and then moved his hands down her thighs, grabbed the dress, and bunched it in his fists. He started to slowly lift it up, but he stopped far too soon.

  “Tell me you want this, that this is okay and I’m not going too fast.” He murmured against her mouth, and all she could do was nod. “I need you to tell me, Freya.” He sounded pained as he murmured against her lips, but also frantic with his need.

  “I do want this. I want you.”

  He started grinding his erection into her belly, and a gasp left her as she let her head fall back against the wall. The crackling of the fire seemed so intense, so powerful. Or maybe her senses were just so attuned right now that everything seemed heightened.

  Freya wanted this to go further, so she placed her hands on his pecs and gently pushed him back. He took a stumbled step away from her, his head downcast and his eyes trained right on her. He was breathing so hard his chest was rising and falling fiercely.

  For several seconds they stood there, just staring at each other. She didn’t know why she’d pushed him away, or maybe she did. Maybe she’d pushed him away because she wanted to tempt him in a way she’d never tempted a man before? Maybe she wanted to be able to see the product of his desire on his face, and the way he tented his pants because he was so hard for her.

  She licked her lips and knew she didn’t want to postpone this, knew she didn’t want anything going slow or being stopped by their thoughts.

  “I want you,” he said in a very pained, almost strained voice. “I want this.”

  They stood there several more seconds, neither speaking, but the sexual chemistry and electricity bouncing between them. “I want you, too,” she breathed out so softly she wasn’t even sure he had heard her. And then finding her strength, she grabbed the straps of her dress and pushed them off of her shoulders. She was left standing there in nothing but her panties.

  Freya was really doing this, and she wasn’t going to stop.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Elijah moved his gaze up and down her body, looking at her exposed chest. Elijah had always dated women that were conceited, so superficial it was sickening at times. Freya was all woman though, plump and thick in all the right places, with a waist that was wide enough for him to hold onto when he was making her feel good. Elijah loved that about her, loved that she was made to take the kind of pleasure he wanted to give her.

  “God, Freya.” Elijah ran a hand over his mouth, the sound of his palm moving over the stubble on his cheeks seeming overly loud even though the fire beside them crackled. “Your body is so fucking gorgeous.” And it was, God, it so was. Then he was right in front of her again, not able to control himself. He framed her face with his hands, tilting her head to the side, and kissing her until she was moaning and had her hands latched onto his biceps.

  He licked and sucked at her lips, so addicted to her he couldn’t stop himself, couldn’t control himself. Elijah drew her tongue into his mouth, and then ground his erection into her bare belly. It was like he did all of those things simultaneously, like his body had a mind of its own.

  He deepened the kiss, and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer, as if she needed their bodies melded together. He was more than happy to give her whatever she wanted.

  He was going to take her, make her his, and nothing would stop him from claiming the woman he loved.

  ****

  Freya wanted to be in the bed, having Elijah above her so she could feel the weight of his muscles pressing down on her, feel the masculinity pouring from him and surrounding her.

  Freya broke away from him. “I want you, Elijah,” she said again but hoping he saw the unspoken meaning behind those words. She was wet, her pussy clenching, needing his cock inside of her, and her nipples hard they felt like they might tear through her bra.

  But he must have known what she wanted, or maybe he wanted the same thing—a bed—because he took her hand in his and led her further down the hallway. He walked them into the bedroom, shut the door with his foot, and in the next second had her pressed up against the wall and started kissing her again.

  “I can’t keep my hands off of you, not even long enough to take you to the bed,” he breathed out against her lips.

  He started kissing her again, and slid their tongues together. He was making her feel so good. God, was he making her feel so good, and he wasn’t even fucking her yet.

  He broke the kiss and started dragging his lips up and down her throat, murmuring these erotic, filthy words against her skin. “I just want to fuck you so hard and thoroughly all you can feel when you sit down is that twinge of discomfort because my cock was pounding into you the night before.”

  She gasped from her arousal and because of his dirty words. No one had ever said anything like that to her before, but damn, did it make her hot.

  He started sucking at the base of her throat, and she let her head fall back against the wall, hearing it thump from the contact.

  “I saw you standing there at the store, and I swear to fucking everything that is holy I wanted to ravish you right then and there,” he said on a shaky, deep breath. “But it wasn’t just about having my dick deep inside of you, Freya.” He nipped at her throat. “It’s about the woman you’ve become, how beautiful you are on the inside and out. You’re strong, and that was clear all those years ago. And now you’ve grown even surer of yourself. I can see that clear as day.”

  “Elijah,” she said his name softly, because honestly that was as much as she could say at the moment. Her throat felt tight, dry, and her arousal was so encompassing she felt lightheaded from it.

  “Tell me, Freya.”

  She loved the way he said her name, all husky and full of unrestrained desire.

  “Tell you…” She meant to repeat his question, but those two words came out on a moa
n instead.

  “Tell me what you want.” He pressed his erection against her belly, and she moaned low in her throat. God, she wanted this so bad, wanted him so badly. His dick felt so large against her stomach, so thick and full. She knew once he was between her thighs, deep in her body, he’d claim every inch of her. It would be like she was a virgin again, no doubt.

  She swore she felt his cock jerk, or maybe that was her imagination running wild, thinking that the monster he had between his thighs was about to tear right through his clothing. It seemed they wouldn’t be making it to the bed, at least not at the moment, because in the next few seconds Elijah was moving a step back from her and tearing his clothing away.

  She watched as his hard, defined chest came into view. He had a light sprinkling of dark hair that was on his upper chest, right across his pectoral muscles, and another small patch below his belly button. That dark hair trailed down and disappeared beneath his jeans.

  When he started going for the button of his slacks all common sense left her. The room grew still, the air thick. He unzipped his pants, the sound of that zipper going down seeming so loud it was like it echoed off the walls. There was no light on in the room. Not even the light from the moon outside could penetrate the thick surrounding of trees that encircled the cabin. But despite the darkness, she could see the shapes and lines of his body … she could see the hardness of him.

  He must have thought the same thing, because before he pushed his pants all the way down he moved over to the small table off to the side and turned the light on. A soft glow of yellow light covered the room, intimate, light and almost whimsical. Maybe that was just the haze of lust covering her vision that made her seem like the room was now awash in an otherworldly glow?

  Elijah was back in front of her, and in the next few seconds she watched, as if in slow motion, as he finished getting undressed. The appendage that sprang forth from a thatch of trimmed black hair was just as impressive as she assumed it would be. His dick was long and thick, with a bulbous head slightly glossy with pre-cum.

  His cock was just as big and powerful as the rest of him. Her pussy actually clenched at the thought of him pushing that large shaft into her, stretching her unused muscles, and making her scream out his name in not only pleasure but pain as well. But damn, she did want that pain that would ultimately bring her ecstasy.

  She swallowed the hard lump in her throat. He was aroused, clearly, but right now he looked the epitome of control and power. There was so much she wanted to know about him, for him to know about her. Four years was a long time not seeing someone.

  Even if they hadn’t they been extremely close those few years they’d been living under the same roof, he had still been an integral part of her life while she lived in that special kind of hell with Meghan. He’d been there during the good and the bad, but when she’d been in his presence it had always been about the good.

  He took a step closer to her, and she lowered her gaze to his erection once more. He didn’t move to touch her, but it felt like his gaze was his hands and he was running his fingers up and down her body.

  “I thought about you a lot these last four years, Freya.”

  She licked her lips, feeling nervous. “You did?” she asked softly, her hands in tight fists at her sides.

  He nodded, but didn’t verbally respond. He moved another step closer. She felt his body heat seep into her, felt the way his warm breath came out of him and bathed the top of her head, ruffling the strands. She had her panties on still, and here he was, totally naked, hard, clearly ready to have her.

  “I thought about how you were doing in school, how you were doing in life in general. Although I knew you’d succeed. You were so damn smart, so strong.” He said the last part softly, his gaze on her mouth, his chest rising and falling harder now.

  He’d called her that one time, but it had been brief, kind of tense. She’d never told him that she’d also thought of him during that time, while they were apart from each other, how she’d also wished they’d kept in contact. But life had been so different when she’d been away, when she wasn’t thinking about the loss she’d endured, the life she’d had with Meghan.

  He was close enough now that when he finally reached out and gripped the back of her neck, pulling her closer, he didn’t have to lean in to kiss her. But she rose on her toes anyway, held onto his strong, broad shoulders, and curled her nails gently into his firm and warm flesh. Their kiss started off softly, slowly, but then it started to become frantic, hard, and almost violent in its eroticism.

  He had his hands on her breasts, clenching and unclenching the mounds. Her panties were next to go. Right now they were just two people needing this, needing to be together.

  And when they were pressed together naked, his cock hard on her belly, and the tip slickened with his pre-cum, she moaned, whispered that she ached for him, that she needed him between her thighs.

  His hands on her breasts were almost painful as he squeezed and released her flesh, and when he slid those hands down her sides, skated his fingers along her body, and moved one of them to cup her ass, Freya closed her eyes and just enjoyed the feeling of him taking control.

  He held her ass for a moment, and then moved one of his hands between her thighs from behind, cupping her pussy. A gasp left her when he speared his fingers through her soaked folds, pulled her lips apart and stroked her clit softly. The gruff sound he made had her heart beating faster, had her pussy becoming wetter.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet for me, Freya, so ready for my cock.”

  She nodded, loving that he spoke so filthy, so dirty, but not able to verbally say it. He continued to move his fingers up and down her cleft, teasing the opening of her pussy with a finger, but not thrusting the digit into her just yet. She didn’t know if he was aware of the low grunts he was making, of the fact he sounded like a feral animal. He also kept pushing his dick into her stomach, back and forth, harder with every passing second. The slickness of his pre-cum at the tip of his cock smeared along her skin, heating her, making her more frenzied.

  He teased her for several more seconds, rubbing her clit every time he stroked his fingers up her cleft, teasing her hole on every down stroke, and leaving her so thoroughly on edge she was ready to beg him to fuck her. He removed his hand, brought it up to his mouth, and right in front of her, while she watched, he spread her wetness that was clearly visible on the digits across his mouth, as if he couldn’t help himself.

  Before Freya could say anything, Elijah was kissing her. He made her taste herself on him, almost demanding she surrender as he gripped her hair behind her head and tugged at the strands, tilting her head back further. Freya stroked his tongue with hers, moaned at the musky flavor of her wetness, her arousal, on his lips, and of the spicy taste that seemed to be Elijah.

  He broke the kiss and started moving his mouth and tongue down her neck, along her collarbone, and stopped when he was right above her breast. The small, hard, and hot pants of his breath bathed her flesh, caused her nipple to harden even further, and had her clenching her thighs together almost painfully, trying to stem off her arousal long enough for them to make it to the bed.

  “I’m dying here.”

  He groaned deeply after she spoke, and then latched his mouth onto one of her breasts, sucked her nipple until her clit pulsed and more wetness spilled from her, and had her crying out like a wounded animal. Over and over, he tormented her until the pain and pleasure morphed into one and she wasn’t just thinking of begging him, she actually was.

  “Please, Elijah, God, please be with me already.”

  And with one last drag across the stiff peak of her left breast Elijah stepped away only long enough to grab a condom from his wallet and slide it on. He was pressed fully against her once more, gripped the cheeks of her ass, and lifted her with a strength that made her feel petite and small. Her mouth seemed to part on its own when she felt his length slip through her slit. Freya wrapped her arms around his neck, pressed her
breasts against the hardness of his chest, and was now the one kissing him brutally. Her legs were around his waist, his cock between her pussy lips, slipping along her soaked folds, and driving her insane with lust.

  It was like a floodgate was opened and all of her passion, desire, and need for this much older man came bursting through.

  Never breaking the kiss, Elijah turned with her in his arms, walked toward the bed, and set her on it. She couldn’t help but watch as he held his dick, stroking himself up and down, from root to tip, all the while watching her with unrestrained passion. He moved onto the bed, right between her thighs. He still had a hold of his dick, and while staring at her in the eyes he placed the tip at her entrance.

  “Are you ready for me, Freya?” he asked in that deep, slightly serrated voice of his.

  In one fluid move Elijah had his cock pushed deep inside of her. She couldn’t help the gasp that left her at the feeling of being so stretched, so filled by him. Big, long, and thick were all perfect words to describe Elijah. When he started thrusting into her in powerful strokes, in and out, slow but steady Freya knew she would come within minutes.

  “Christ,” Elijah said on a guttural groan. His face was by her neck, his words slightly muffled against her skin. He started moving faster, harder. “Yeah. That’s it, Freya.” Their flesh was already becoming slick with their combined perspiration, and she held onto his shoulders tighter as he became frantic in his motions.

  “You’re so big,” she panted the words out. She hadn’t even meant to say that out loud, but her body didn’t feel like her own anymore, not at this moment.

  “You feel so fucking good.” He scraped his teeth along her neck, and a shiver worked its way through her whole body before taking root in her clit. Every time he thrust into her the base of his erection rubbed the hard bundle of nerves and had her silently crying out. “So good, Freya. You’re so fucking tight and hot, and so damn wet for me.” He took control of her mouth with his once more, but this time it was a sloppy, heated, and an almost angry kiss.