The Runaway Luna's Daughter

I Loved It

Elisha's POV

She probably thought I was done. We were just about getting started. I'd been thinking about this right from the first time I'd met her and I surely wasn't going to let this night go to waste. It was the perfect night to explore ourselves. The playful banter, the alcohol… everything suited the occasion.

I slipped out my hard member from inside her, turning her to face me. Her eyes peeked through her messed up hair settling on my face. Goddess! She looked so f*****g sexy right now.

I swayed a little as I picked her up in my arms heading for the stairs. For my room. I lived alone. The possibility of anyone disrupting and interrupting was close to zero.

My shoulders warmed from her touch as her arms snaked around my neck. Her body glistened. f**k, mine glistened too.

“Help me get the door,” I nodded towards the doorknob. “My hands are… full.”

Her lips curled up in a smile as she reached for it. Her boobs pushed against my body as she did, her chest heaving in a slow, steady rhythm. The door clicked shut.

I held her tightly against myself, taking her lips in mine. Her eyes closed as her arms clutched at my back. My lips found her neck again. Her head threw back as I trailed kisses.

Her hand reached for my d**k, stroking lightly.

“You have no idea what you do to me, Jenine,” I growled into her hair.

I still carried her. Her body sank into the soft mattress as I placed her on the bed. She held my arm as I made to stand, drawing me to herself, her lips seeking mine. I broke the kiss.

“Don't be in a hurry. We have all the time in the world.”

My chest heaved as I walked to the fridge in the corner of the room. The leftover ice cream would come in handy now.

I saw Jenine stare at me curiously as I came to her, a plate of ice cream in one hand, a scoop in the other.

“I told you we were just getting started.”

Her gaze never broke from me. Her eyes followed my every move.

“Relax yourself.”

I came up to her where she lay with a scoop. Her body shuddered as I smeared the cold, creamy mixture on her n*****s. I trailed the spoon down the middle of her boobs, dripping the remnant down her body. She quivered with every drip.

The scoop clinked on the floor as I tossed it aside.

My lips wrapped around her n*****s hungrily sucking off the cold mixture. I trailed the drip down with my tongue. She jerked as I worked my way down her body with my tongue and lips, kissing her skin gently and licking off the wet cream.

Her legs parted as I came up to her hips letting me sink into her thighs.

Her body rocked against my hand as I slipped a finger into her. My d**k throbbed as a moan slipped through her lips reigniting the consuming desire I felt for her. It'd been a long time since I felt that way about any girl. She was not just any girl. She was THAT girl.

Her eyes stared at me begging me to claim her once again.

“Please… Elisha…”

I enjoyed teasing her. Pleasing her. Making her beg.

Her legs pulsed gently, quivering under my touch. My face hovered above hers as my hip sank between her thighs.

“Elisha.”

The way she moaned my name—breathlessly and sensual—was the devil's temptation itself.

Her legs wrapped around my waist as I thrusted into her, slow paced, my eyes gazing into hers. She whimpered. My lips grazed against the skin of her neck as I buried my face there, my hips dancing slowly to its own rhythm—fast and vigorous, slow and steady, intermittently.

I could feel the sweat gather on my eyebrows as the pleasure built up in my loins. Her ecstatic moans—low and passionate—hummed in my ears.

A high-pitched moan slipped through her lips. Her hands clawed at my back, holding onto me tightly. I felt her legs quiver around me. Her hip rocked in a steady motion to meet my thrusts.

“I… I'm c*m… cumming,” her body tremored violently as she came.

I didn't stop. I thrusted like my life depended on it. I could feel my own orgasm build up. The scent of lavender filtered into my nostrils as I buried my face in her hair.

I thrusted faster, harder, my whole being led on by only one thing. To finish up. Nothing else mattered now. Her moans crescendoed, bouncing off the walls like the vocalizing of a choir.

I tried to heave up out of her but her legs wrapped around me tightly like demons grasping a damned soul.

My body jerked as I came. I could feel the warm liquid leave my member, spurting inside of her. The second time.

I rolled over panting like a dog. Time seemed to slow down. My eyes met Jenine's. Her chest heaved as she lay next to me, lips curled up. Her eyes glinted.

“What?” I grinned through my teeth.

“I didn't say anything.”

Her lips betrayed her. I leaned over to her, planting a kiss on her parted lips.

She held me back by the neck when I pulled away, returning the kiss.

“I loved it,” she whispered.

“What?”

“I loved IT.”

“What?”

“Don't make me say it the third time, Elisha,” she slapped my cheek gently. “Gosh, you're so annoying.”

A soft giggle slipped through her lips as I drew her to myself kissing her cheek.

“Am I the only one hungry? she asked, pulling away from me. “Which way to the kitchen?”

“It's the first door to the…”

“Never mind,” she cut me off. “I'll find it myself.”

I watched her rummage through my closet. She pulled out two bathing robes—a ginger one and a pink one. She turned to face me.

“Which one?”

I leaned up from the bed. “The ginger one.”

Her brows furrowed. “You're not serious, are you?” she pouted.

“Of course I'm joking. There's no universe where I wouldn't prefer the pink one on you.”

She wrapped herself in the robe I had picked, throwing the other back into the closet.

I heaved a sigh as she left the room. I could hear her feet thud down the stairs. I sighed again.

The sound of rushing water announced her success in finding the kitchen. I could hear the clanging of pots and pans as she got to it. I fell back into the bed.

I heard her call my name. I sat up. The bed heaved as I stood from it heading to the closet. The ginger bathrobe came in handy now.

“Elisha!” I heard her scream, her voice unsteady. Something was wrong.

I listened.

“Don’t touch me,” I heard her shriek. The breaking of plates and pots banging on the floor stirred a sense of urgency in me.

“ELISHA!”

That was it. I barged through the door. My feet barely touched the stairs as I half flew down them. Broken pieces of ceramics scattered on the kitchen floor welcomed me.

“GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER,” I growled. NOW!”