The sound of the front door closing had him storming out of the bedroom.
“I never want to hear you talking about men again,” he said.
Amber faced him, still in a robe, with a glare on her pretty face.
“You shouldn’t have been listening.”
“I’m not talking to Julian again,” he said.
She walked past him. “You’ll do no such thing. The moment you start talking they’ll all become suspicious of what you were doing here. It’s not happening, and I’m not having you treat my friends with anything but respect, even your sister.”
He caught her elbow. “I’m the only man that’s known you, right?” he asked.
Her eyes widened, and he knew in that instant that he’d f**ked up.
Amber pulled her arm out of his grip. “That’s none of your business.”
“It’s my business, Amber.”
She opened her wardrobe and started rummaging through the contents. He watched her, admiring the way the robe molded to her sexy backside. God, he missed her close to him already.
Removing the spare robe he found in the bathroom, he went to her. He lifted up the fabric of the robe, caressing his fingers over the globes of her full ass.
“I’m sorry, baby. I shouldn’t have gotten angry.”
Amber tensed for a split second before melting against him.
“You’re the only man I’ve ever known,” she said. Her voice was so quiet that he only just caught it. He tightened his grip on her hips, tugging at the belt keeping her robe together. The moment she was na**d in his arms, he dived between her slick thighs to her sweet cunt. Plunging a finger into her warmth he tested to see if she was ready for him.
Her cunt was dripping wet. His seed and her cum combined together on his fingers. Last night was not enough, and he’d learned some time ago that a lifetime with Amber would still be too short a time.
Amber wasn’t the only one who’d been running. He’d been running from her just as much. His feelings for her scared him.
“Why did you have to come back now?” she asked, whimpering.
He fingered her clit, relishing the feel of her quivers.
“I couldn’t stay away any more. I needed you.”
She shook her head. “You’re going to destroy me.”
“No, I’m not. I’m going to cherish you.”
Turning her around to face him, Elijah pushed her against the wall near the wardrobe. Sinking to his knees before her, he lifted one thigh over his shoulders opening her up for his touch.
“What are you doing?” she asked. Her eyes were glazed over with her arousal.
“First, I’m going to eat this sweet pu**y, and then I’m going to spend the rest of the day f**king you. You’ve not got any plans, have you?”
She didn’t respond for the longest time. Finally, she shook her head.
“Good, because I can’t be anywhere but inside you at this moment.” He closed the distance between his face and her pu**y. The first taste was as addictive as the last. He’d heard of couples being together and the chemistry never disappearing. Elijah always thought it was a load of bullshit. People got bored with each other, and they moved on. Marriage was a trick designed to trap people. He never once thought he’d find the one woman who could keep him on his toes.
From the moment he first took Amber, he’d never strayed. He’d f**king tried, but her face always entered his mind, stopping him before he got chance to seal the deal. It was probably good. There was no way he’d ever be able to be with Amber if he knew she’d been with other men.
He was a big bastard. She wasn’t his first woman. He’d taken other lovers before their first time. Elijah was older than she was and hadn’t lived like a monk when it came to sex.
Elijah blocked everything out and licked her creamy pu**y.
“This is my f**king pu**y.” He muttered the words against her.
“Yes.”
Her fingers sank into his hair, tightening her grip into a fist.
“That’s right, baby. Hold me in place. Fuck my face and show me what you want.”
Amber thrust her h*ps onto his face, giving him her pu**y. He plunged his tongue deep into her pu**y and then circled the bud.
Wetting his finger through her copious amounts of cum, he pressed the wet digit against her anus. He circled her ass, testing the tight muscles.
She moaned, opening for him. Elijah pushed the tip of his finger inside. Amber was getting wetter with his invasion. He wished he could f**k her at the same time, but he only had one dick and one set of hands. Getting another man to join them wasn’t an option. There was no way he was going to let it happen.
“I’m close,” she said.
His hair was tugged, and he didn’t care. Pushing his entire finger into her ass, he smashed his tongue against her clit, bringing her to orgasm. Amber screamed, thrusting onto his face.
Removing his finger from her ass, he gripped her waist as her legs were about to give out underneath her. He held her tightly while flicking her cl*t with his tongue.
Only when she called for him to stop, did he stop.
Getting to his feet, he picked her up in his arms and dropped her onto the bed.
Without waiting, he gripped his erection and slid into her body.
Their moans mingled. This was where they communicated, inside the bedroom without any interference from the outside world.
They were perfect together. Elijah just needed to prove it to her.
He held her close and made love to her. Elijah didn’t rush or speed up. He took his time, loving every inch of her body until, together, they found their completion.
Chapter Five
On Monday morning, Amber’s body was sore all over. There was not a part of her he hadn’t touched. She drove to work because she couldn’t handle the thought of being cramped in a bus or on the subway into the city. Parking proved to be a problem. She rarely took her car into the city, and the law office where she worked was always busy.
When she found the parking lot was full, she paid a ridiculous sum of money to get her car parked all day. She hated paying for something she didn’t have too. If she’d not been picky she wouldn’t have had a problem with parking, and she wouldn’t have been late for work.
Running through the city in heels was the most humiliating thing she’d ever done. The two women on the front desk of the law office gave her pitying looks as she walked in.
“How late am I?” she asked, trying not to wheeze.
Shit, when had she gotten so unfit?