Paloma Perez.
When I open my eyes, it is just in time to see Elijah pulling his shirt over his head. The first thing I get to see when I open my eyes. Not only can I smell him all around me, intoxicating like an aphrodisiac, but to see the blueness of morning all around him in my bedroom while he stands as such a stacked figure. He’s beautiful in a way that makes me forget to breathe. His fingers are already between my thighs, working me open with slow, filthy strokes that make my back arch off the sheets.
My fingers trail down the brutal lines of his abs, feeling how tight his stomach clenches as I touch him. I squeeze my thighs together instinctively—I don't want to reach yet, not just from his fingers when I could have all of him.
He laughs softly when I stop him and starts kissing
