Her Forever Fling

by Kimmie Ferrell

  Elijah slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He could feel Melissa’s body sink into the warmth of his embrace. If Elijah didn’t want to ruin this moment, he would pump his fist in victory. Instead, he smiled at Melissa. “Sweetheart, what you believe is awkwardness, I see it as a cute quirk, and there’s nothing you can do that would change how I feel about you. As I told you earlier, I really do like you, Melissa. This past week with you was, by far, the most fun I’ve ever had here on Chaud. Hell, probably the most fun I’d had in my adult life. So, thank you.” There, he’d said it. Emotions be damned. Elijah laid it all on the line, including his heart. Instead of the uncertainty and fear he thought he would feel or those pesky what-if questions that assaulted him during their ride to his suite, he felt at peace. Like the weight of the world had been removed from his shoulders.

  Nothing in the world could feel this fantastic.

  The nervousness that claimed Melissa’s features moments ago was replaced by the most dazzling smile. She briefly lowered her eyes, pulling her lip between her teeth, before glancing at Elijah once again. “You’re welcome, but if we’re being honest, I should be the one thanking you. Had you not crashed my breakfast, took me out to explore the island, then inserted yourself as my guide while we ticked off items on the bucket list you told me to write, I probably would’ve spent the week alone.”

  He stepped back, putting some much-needed space between them. The evidence of his attraction to Melissa was sitting heavy on his thigh. Elijah didn’t want to give her any more reason to be alarmed. Maybe he needed to pump the brakes, slow things down a little. He headed toward the kitchen.

  “Would you like something to drink? I know there are a couple bottled waters, some juice, tea, or if you’d like I can make you an alcoholic beverage.”

  “Elijah?”

  “And if you’re hungry, I can order us something from room service.” Why on God’s green earth was he rambling? This was so unlike him. Yet, here he stood, actually nervous and unsure of himself—and what to do—in the presence of this beautiful, vibrant, utterly intriguing woman.

  “Dr. Elijah Grayson.”

  Elijah spun around, his eyes bugged out of his head, and his breath caught in his lungs at the sight of her clad in only a soft pink, strapless bra, matching panties, and her heels. The dress she’d enticed him and every man in the vicinity with was pooled around her ankles in a wave of blue material.

  “Wow,” was all Elijah could manage. His gaze hungrily devoured Melissa from her flowy hair cascading like raven-colored waterfalls around her shoulders, over the plump peaks of her breasts spilling over the cups of her bra, down the planes of her flat stomach, to the apex of her thighs. His mouth watered in anticipation of tasting her there.

  Melissa carefully stepped out of her dress, kicking it a couple feet away. Elijah watched as she sauntered forward, hypnotized by the sway of her hips to the beat of each step. She stopped in front of him and pressed her hands to his chest. “I am hungry, but what I want can’t be found on any menu.”

  The desire in her eyes, the huskiness of her voice, and the feel of her hands pressed against his chest were all working in tandem to be his undoing, and there was nothing Elijah could do to stop this sensual assault. Finding his voice, he asked, “Oh, really? And what exactly is it that you want?”

  “I can show you better than I can tell you. Think of it as a teachable experience.”

  She touched his collar, slid her hands down the front of his shirt. Her fingers moved deftly over the buttons, unfastening them one by one until the lapels of his shirt hung open. Melissa pushed it off his shoulders, then reached for the hem off his tank top and yanked it up and over his head, tossing it a few feet away.

  “Do you even realize how beautiful you are? How beautiful this is?” she asked, tracing an intricate pattern of his tattoo, her voice barely audible to his ears. “From the day I saw you poolside talking to the COPAN board, I kept envisioning trailing my hands, my fingers, and my tongue over this. I had to keep checking to make sure I wasn’t drooling every time you wore a tank, or we went swimming this past week. Thankfully, I didn’t embarrass myself, but you owe me a couple pairs of panties.”

  “Uh…” Elijah blinked rapidly. “I-I do?”

  “Umm-hmm.” Melissa nodded, her gaze locked keenly on him. She leaned forward, sliding one hand down the center of his chest, over the ridges of his abs, while peppering open-mouthed kisses along the thick, bold lines etched into his muscled pec.

  When she reached the buckle of his belt, Elijah groaned. His jaw clenched painfully. He fisted his hands at his sides to keep from doing what he’d wanted to do since Melissa met him in the lobby earlier to head to Ambrosia: remove her bra, and bury his head between her luscious breasts. He wanted to touch her. Taste her. Reenact every single dream—day or otherwise—he’d had since meeting her.

  Patience, Elijah. He would have his way with her, soon enough, but for now, this was The Melissa Show, and as hard as it was to stand idly by while her lips, tongue, and fingers threatened to unravel every ounce of restraint he had left in his body, the reward—acclimating himself with every inch of her delectable body—would be well worth the wait. Enclosing her warm mouth over his nipple, she gently tugged the bud between her teeth before soothing the sting with the tip of her tongue. The satisfied moan she released from deep in her throat electrified Elijah’s nerve endings.

  Elijah barely recognized the woman standing in front of him. Long gone was the girl-next-door innocence that initially captivated him. This Melissa was bold, brazen, confident, and devastatingly irresistible. A damn seductress who knew how to drive him mad with an all-consuming need that overwhelmed him. Closing his eyes, he willed his mind to focus on any and everything besides the feel of Melissa’s lips against his heated skin. He could do it. Could withstand this sweet torture Melissa was inflicting on him. He had self-control, hadn’t made it this far in his career without possessing a degree of self-discipline and level-headedness.

  But the restraint Elijah prided himself with having only moments earlier snapped as her soft hand cupped the throbbing bulge of his manhood and massaged him through his pants.

  Elijah’s eyes flew open, and his hand gripped her wrist to still her movements. “Shit.”

  “What?” she asked, feigning innocence, though her eyes and the smile on her lips said she knew exactly what she was doing. “Do you want me to stop?”

  If anything, Elijah didn’t want Melissa to stop, but while this sexual prelude was enticing, electrifying, downright sexy, Elijah was more than ready for the next act. Releasing his hold, Elijah snaked an arm around her, pulling her flush against his body. He brushed his lips over hers, reveling in the soft whimper and the feel of her body melting into his. “I need to be inside of you.” Elijah barely recognized the throaty, gritty rasp of his own voice.

  “Now, there’s nothing stopping you.”

  “You’re right,” Elijah said, his eyes raking over her body. “And you said I was beautiful. But you’re truly a gift, a sight to behold.” He lightly trailed the tip of his finger over the swells of her breasts, causing her to shiver under his touch. With her head held high, the corner of her bottom lip sunk between her teeth, and her brown eyes darkened with desire, she oozed sensuality and reeked of more confidence than he’d seen the entire week they spent together.

  “Elijah, please,” Melissa whimpered.

  His fingers continued between the valley of her breasts, over the smooth brown skin of her stomach, to the waist of her panties. Elijah knelt and lifted one heel-clad foot, then the other, helping her step out of her panties. Once her feet were back on the floor, he leaned in, pressing his nose to the apex of her thighs, and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the delicious aroma of her womanly scent. His mouth watered. She was wet, ready for him, and damn if knowing this didn’t make his ego—and his erection—swell a little more.

  “Please, what?” he asked. But Elijah didn’t wait for her res
ponse. He couldn’t stave off the need to have her, to taste her. Using his forefinger and thumb, Elijah spread her lower lips and teased her slickened flesh with the tip of his tongue. She was delicious, like bowls of fresh fruit in the summertime, juicy like melon, and sweeter than candy.

  Elijah couldn’t get enough.

  He tapped her inner thigh until Melissa widened her stance, giving him enough space to have his fill of her. And he did. His tongue glided over her folds, licking and lapping her juices up like a man lost in the desert without water. Elijah dipped first a single finger, then a second, inside of her. Her walls tightened around the digits as he moved in and out of her wetness, with slow, precise strokes that had her legs trembling. Soon, the sounds of Melissa’s moans and the staccato pants of her breathing reached his ears. His dick twitched painfully at the sound of the sweet melody.

  Down, boy. Elijah fought to gain control over his body, but it was a battle each moan, groan, jerk of her hips against his unyielding mouth, and gasp was causing him to lose control.

  “Ohmygosh, Elijah,” she groaned. Her hands gripped the back of his head as she arched her back, pushing his face deeper to her core.

  The sound of his name on her lips was like a beautiful melody, one Elijah wanted to hear for the rest of the night, and for however long Melissa would allow him. The thought shook him. Still, he didn’t let up his sensual assault. Not even as her walls clenched around his fingers, her legs quivered, or her unintelligible words grew louder in volume, all signaling her release. He wrapped his arms around her waist, holding her body upright as she came long and hard, his mouth absorbing each wave that washed over her as he continued his feast.

  Once her breathing returned to normal and her body’s seismic shaking was reduced to nothing more than a tremor did Elijah remove his mouth from her core. He stood and took in the look of pure delight on Melissa’s beautiful face. Tiny beads of sweat dotted her forehead, her face flushed, and her lips were parted slightly.

  After what felt like a few minutes but was only a matter of seconds, Melissa’s eyes fluttered open. She glanced around the room before finally looking at him. “Hi,” she said with a shy smile.

  “Hey, sweetheart.” Elijah pushed a strand of hair out of her face. “Are you okay?”

  Melissa nodded. “I’m better than okay. That was…” Her words trailed off, but the smile on her face widened.

  Pulling Melissa to him, Elijah scooped her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. “Amazing,” he smirked, finishing her statement. “I know, and I’m not done with you yet.”

  “Mmm, I was hoping you’d say that,” she whispered, her lips pressed against the shell of his ear. “Because I’m still hungry.” Slowly, she trailed the tip of her tongue over the skin there.

  The low growl Elijah released from deep in his throat, at the feel of her tongue on his ear, was dark, primal, and commanding. He backed Melissa to a nearby wall and braced his legs slightly apart to balance her. One hand held her beneath her thighs. The other gripped her neck, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he claimed her mouth in a searing kiss that stole the breath from his lungs and sent his mind into sensory overload. This kiss was nothing like the sweet, slow-burn kiss they’d shared on the beach. It was hot and heavy, punctuated with nips and nibbles of teeth—his and hers.

  And hard. So damn hard, Elijah knew her lips would be swollen once he was done. He almost anticipated it. Told himself to ease up a little, to be gentler, to take his time to savor her mouth, to memorize and embed its flavor on his taste buds. The rolling of her body, the feel of her soft, heavy breasts pressed against his chest, and the way Melissa hungrily returned his kisses, sharing in the taste of her arousal unraveled the vice-like grip Elijah had on his control and his sanity.

  With his arms clutching Melissa’s body to him, their tongues dueling for supremacy, Elijah continued the trek from the living room to the bedroom, where he deposited Melissa on the bed and quickly shed his clothing, placing the condom he’d taken from his wallet onto the bed next to her feet. His eyes skated over her beautiful, brown skin, taking in her cascading curls against the stark white mountain of pillows, creating a halo-effect fit for an angel, over her full breasts with their dark brown nipples puckered for his watering mouth. Melissa parted her thighs, drawing his gaze to the slickened folds of her womanhood. He inadvertently licked his lips, remembering the deliciousness he encountered there. She’d been so hot, sweet, wet, and ready for the taking. A part of him wanted to refamiliarize himself with her taste again, but his body and Melissa had different plans.

  “Elijah,” she moaned, cupping her breast with one hand while the other slid down her body, stopping at the apex of her thighs. She parted her lower lips, swiping her index finger over sex. “Stop stalling.”

  His knees buckled at the motion. Melissa’s back bowed off the bed, hips jerked as she ran lazy circles over her engorged clitoris. She sunk her teeth into her lower lip. Those naturally long lashes of hers fluttered wildly. Unable to withstand any more of the sweetest torture known to man, Elijah quickly discarded his clothing, donned the condom, and grabbed Melissa by the ankles, bringing her body toward the end of the bed.

  “I’m not stalling. You’re impatient.” He fisted his erection, rubbing the bulbous head of his manhood over the sensitive bud between her legs. Melissa sucked in a harsh breath, causing Elijah to smirk. “But don’t worry, beautiful. I have something to remedy that.” Inch by delicious inch, Elijah sunk into the warmth of Melissa’s welcoming body, groaning as her tightness encased him. At the same time, Melissa sucked in a sharp breath.

  It was perfect; then again, so was she. With her head thrown back, back arched off the bed, eyes squeezed shut, fingers clutching the covers, and her mouth forming an O-shape, Melissa was a vision of beauty. A work of art. His masterpiece.

  Once seated fully inside, Elijah bent down, kissing away the tears that rolled down her cheek. His heart seized in his chest. “Open your eyes, sweetheart.” Slowly, her eyes fluttered opened, meeting his gaze. Elijah damn near fell apart at the desire, the heat, and emotions swimming in her orbs. For a second, he thought her tears were one of regret or pain, but now he knew better.

  “You’re beautiful, baby. You know that? So fucking breathtaking,” he gritted out as he began to move in and out of her.

  She felt so damn good. It almost made Elijah sad he hadn’t gotten the chance to experience sex with Melissa until this moment. But, then again, this wasn’t just sex. If they were intimate before the time they spent together, Elijah would’ve called it as such. This was deeper. Something more than a casual fling. An intense connection, they shared, that spurred their coupling through the stratosphere. Something Elijah told himself he shouldn’t be thinking about right now because there was nothing in the world that could compare to what he felt being inside of this woman.

  He pulled back until only the tip of his erection remained inside of her pulsating heat, then plunged back into Melissa’s quivering walls, alternating between swirling his hips in tight circles and long, deliberate strokes. Elijah wanted nothing more than to drive Melissa to the pinnacle of insanity as she was doing to him. He wanted her to lose control, to become undone.

  “Look at me,” Elijah demanded when Melissa’s heavy eyelids slipped closed again. “Watch me, sweetheart. That’s it,” he cooed as her passion-glazed gaze connected to his.

  “Ooooooh.”

  “You like that?”

  “Yesss,” Melissa hissed. She wrapped her arms around his neck, bringing their lips inches apart. The short spurts of her breath fanned his face.

  Together they moved in a practiced dance to the slaps of their sweat-drenched bodies filling the air. Elijah leaned back, then lifted Melissa’s legs, placing them on his shoulders. His hands gripped her hips, holding her exactly where he wanted her as he angled his body to deliver deep strokes. Each powerful thrust grazed her swollen clit, causing Melissa’s body to convulse and spasm. Her inner wall clenched and m
ilked his erection, pushing Elijah closer to the edge. He had no idea how much more he could take but refused to fall over without Melissa by his side. He slipped his thumb between their bodies, strumming her hypersensitive clit. The sensuous movements of his hips increased in speed. Melissa arched her back higher, meeting him thrust for thrust.

  “Ooh, yes! Yes! Don’t stop.”

  Elijah couldn’t stop if someone threatened him to. He was too far gone, had been since the night they’d spoken at Ambrosia. “I won’t, baby,” he promised, driving faster, harder, deeper into Melissa’s heat. Elijah muttered a curse. The tingling sensation at the base of his shaft grew stronger, painful. It was almost too much to ignore or stave off.

  “Come with me,” Elijah rasped in her ear.

  A few seconds later, Melissa released a loud, keening cry, signaling her release. “Elijah!” Tears leaked from her eyes, and her entire body shook with seismic activity. Her head rolled from side to side. Elijah had never seen a sight as beautiful as this, Melissa in the throes of her intense orgasm. The spasming of her walls sent Elijah free-falling into his own release, the frantic pumps of his hips becoming clumsy and uncoordinated. Elijah threw his head back with a loud roar as he filled the condom with his seed.

  “Oh. My. God,” Melissa panted a few minutes later.

  His heart still thundered in his chest, and Elijah struggled to fill his lungs. Finally, he pulled out of Melissa, flipped her over, and slapped her butt.

  “Don’t get comfortable because now I’m hungry for more.”

  “Ooooh, yes, Elijah. Ohmygosh!” Melissa bit her lip. Her eyes slid closed, her body relaxed as she allowed herself to succumb to the pleasure. “Don’t you stop, dammit. Don’t. You. Dare. Stop.” Melissa was sure the smile on her face looked silly as hell, but she couldn’t help it. She lifted her head and opened her eyes to peer over to Elijah. “Has anyone ever told you your fingers are talented as hell?”

  Elijah chuckled, using his thumbs to add more pressure to the balls of her feet. “You might’ve mentioned it several times tonight, along with several other body parts, including—but not limited to—my hands, lips, tongue, and my—”