Her Forever Fling

by Kimmie Ferrell

“I know who Sleeping Beauty is.” Elijah pushed off the hood of his car and climbed inside. A couple of seconds later, the passenger side door opened. “But you better hurry up. It’s almost seven-thirty. You don’t want your four-hundred-fifteen horse-powered carriage to transform into a pumpkin before I show you a whole new world.”

  “Whatever.” Melissa smacked her lips together. A few seconds later, she slid onto the stitched leather seats and closed the door behind her. The heady, earthy notes of his cologne wrapped snuggly around her body, warding off the chill from her damp clothing. Her stomach muscles clenched in anticipation of his touch and the taste of his lips while images of their naked bodies tangled between the sheets of her bed or his flashed vividly in her mind.

  “Are you okay?” Elijah shifted in his seat to face Melissa. They weren’t touching, but Elijah was so close, the heat radiating from his body singed her skin.

  “Mmm-hmm.” She glanced away, blindly watching as the thick raindrops splashed against the window though she felt the weight of Elijah’s gaze on her.

  “Then look at me.”

  When Melissa did, her breath stacked up at the base of her throat. There was something arousing about the way his eyes drank in every inch of her frame, lingering on her breasts, thighs, and her lips as she instinctively traced them with the tip of her tongue when his eyes settled there.

  “Tell me to stop,” Elijah said huskily. His gaze shifted from her eyes to her mouth.

  “I can’t,” she whispered. Melissa was unsure of who moved first, but the moment Elijah’s hand cupped the back of her neck and slammed his lips on hers, she was lost to everything except this moment. She wrapped her arms around his neck, leaning into him as much as the center console would allow. He tasted of chai with the right amount of honey and a flavor uniquely his own. Sweet and oh so delicious.

  Threading his fingers through her wet hair, Elijah pulled Melissa closer. He released a low groan, sending slivers of wanton desire dancing down her spine and straight to the seat of her panties. Melissa couldn’t think straight, let alone force herself to do what the voice of reason in the back of her head was screaming—to remind Elijah where they were, who could be watching, and of all the reasons why Melissa didn’t want to be seen in public necking with Elijah like a teenager at a drive-thru movie theater.

  But when his lips left hers and planted themselves at the pulse point in her neck, Melissa was grateful she’d taken a quick shower and changed out of her scrubs. Then his hands slid from her hair, over the slope of her shoulders, down her arms, with one slipping beneath the hem of her shirt while the other landed on her thigh. How was Melissa supposed to utter the single word that could end torture this sweet? Of their own accord, her knees fell apart, allowing Elijah the access he wanted, and Melissa was readily willing to give.

  “Melissa, you’re so beautiful.” He nipped at her earlobe, then soothed the spot with his tongue. “And before you say anything, I know where we are. I know I need to stop what I’m doing, where this could easily lead.” Elijah cupped her breasts and rubbed the pads of his thumbs over the soft cotton of her sports bra, causing her nipples to harden into stiff peaks and a moan to tumble from her lips. “But, baby, it’s so hard to when you keep making those sweet sounds.”

  Mustering what little strength she had, Melissa pushed Elijah away. She fumbled with the seat belt until Elijah reached over and took it from her hands, safely buckling her in. He gently kissed her forehead, then fastened his own seat belt.

  Elijah shifted the car into gear and eased out of the parking spot into a stream of traffic waiting to leave the lot. “So, how’d your shift go?”

  “It went okay, wasn’t too busy.” She covered her mouth to suppress a yawn.

  Elijah smiled as he maneuvered the vehicle into the left lane. “Rest those beautiful eyes. With this early morning traffic and the construction, it’s gonna take a while to get you home.”

  Melissa shook her head. “But how is it fair for me to get some sleep, but you don’t?” She raised a brow. “Why don’t you let me drive you home? You’ve been up longer than I have.”

  “True, but right now, my number one concern is you.”

  “And you’re my number one concern.” Melissa took her hand in his. “You need sleep as much as I do.”

  “That I’ll get once I take you home.” He squeezed her hand in reassurance.

  “Your place or mine?” Melissa asked, over the thunderous drumming of her heart. Her body hummed in anticipation of his answer. All she wanted was him.

  Elijah eased the car to a stop at the traffic light and glanced over to Melissa. His full lips curved into a sexy side smirk. “Yours. It’s closer.”

  Thanks to an accident and construction on the roads, what should have been an easy fifteen-minute journey to her home took more than thirty. And though they’d kept a steady flow of conversation between them, Melissa’s mind—and body—counted down the minutes and seconds until she was back in Elijah’s arms. Unbuckling her seat belt, Melissa slid closer to Elijah and leaned across the console. She wrapped her arms around his neck, using just enough strength to pull Elijah to her, and brushed her lips over the shell of his ear.

  Melissa trailed the tip of her tongue over his earlobe before gently drawing it between her teeth. One hand slid over the well-defined muscles of his chest, the taut ridges of his abs. She smiled to herself, enjoying the feel of his stomach muscles contracting beneath her touch, but it was his swift intake of breath—as her hand traveled lower, and the animalistic growl he released when she stroked his hardening sex—left Melissa bursting at the seams, threatening to become undone. Her breasts were heavy, nipples ached with need, her clit pulsed, and although Melissa was fighting a losing battle with her own body’s desire, she refused to let up.

  “Shit, Melissa—”

  Her lips crashed hungrily against his in an all-consuming, breath-robbing, toe-curling kiss, silencing whatever protest Elijah thought to say. Desire shot through her veins like a sudden burst of energy, and Melissa welcomed it. Her tongue plunged into the warmth of Elijah’s mouth, grazing his before retreating back and snaking over his bottom lip.

  Damn, he tastes so good. She never got tired of tasting him, of enjoying his unique blend. Elijah took possession of her body in a way that left Melissa craving his touch when they were apart. That hunger often kept her awake at night, pretending the hand squeezing her breasts, caressing her thighs, stroking her to an explosive climax that had stars bursting behind her closed lids, were his and not her own. As their tongues tangled and swayed to the thunderous beating of their hearts, Melissa couldn’t stop herself from thinking about his masterful tongue and all the wicked things it did to her. But more important than the mind-numbing sex, Elijah staked a claim of her heart, her mind, her soul, and damn if it didn’t feel so good to let go and be the woman she wanted to be with him.

  Without warning, Elijah pulled back, breaking the kiss. Melissa groaned in protest even as her lungs celebrated—thankful to the airflow restored to them. He rested his forehead against hers. The shallow sounds of their breathing mingled. Elijah removed the keys from the ignition, then opened the car door to step out into the rain. His dark eyes were clouded with unmistakable lust and appeared midnight black. He quickly rounded the hood to help Melissa out of the passenger seat.

  Slamming the door shut, Elijah pulled Melissa into his arms and pressed a quick kiss on her lips. He pressed the key fob, locking the car, and took Melissa’s hand in his as he ushered them toward the front door of her building. No words were said, nor were they needed because Melissa knew exactly what she wanted both now and hopefully the foreseeable future. Elijah.

  From the moment Melissa leaned over the console and pressed her mouth to his, nothing else mattered to Elijah but the woman driving him insane with her lips, tongue, teeth, and soft hands. It never crossed his mind what the scene looked like to anyone passing them by, him devouring Melissa whole. In those moments, all Elijah thought about was how
his body was being consumed by the flames of desire only Melissa could extinguish.

  Even now, while he watched Melissa rummage through her tote bag for her keys, Elijah couldn’t keep his hands—or his lips—off her. He ran a trail from the hollow spot behind her ear to her neck and inhaled deeply, filling his lungs with the sweet, intoxicating scent of Melissa. As Melissa found her keys, he blazed kisses over her heated skin and suckled on the sensitive spot near her pulse point, which Elijah knew drove Melissa completely wild.

  “Oh. Eli. Please, baby. Don’t… Oooh,” she breathlessly chanted. She dropped her head back against his shoulder, offering him more access to the column of her neck.

  “Don’t what, baby?” Elijah’s hands gripped her waist, pushing himself forward to rest the thick erection tenting his sweats against her plush backside.

  Melissa whimpered, rolling her hips to a beat only she could hear.

  Elijah gritted out a curse, his hands tightening on her hips to still them. “Babe, if you don’t want us to give your new neighbors a show they’ll never forget, you gotta stop.”

  “Is that a promise, Dr. Grayson?” Melissa reached back between their bodies and cupped his manhood, squeezing gently. “Because it sounds like you’re threatening me with a… Very. Good. Time.” She punctuated the last three words with a bounce of her butt.

  Elijah smiled inwardly. He loved this side of Melissa. The woman who wasn’t afraid to say what she wanted—or how she wanted it. Being with her was like Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde. The changes in Melissa weren’t as dramatic and only happened whenever she was in the mood. Like when lust coursed through her body, and the need to have him totally eclipsed every single thought that usually caused her to live inside of her head and question herself.

  He braced one hand on the side of the door while the other slipped inside of the elastic waistband of her leggings and over the damp material of her panties. Elijah nipped her ear as his hand stroked her through the fabric. “You’re so wet, baby. So ready for me. I need to be inside of you now.”

  To anyone watching, the embrace would appear innocent, like two lovers caught up in an intimate moment, but Elijah knew otherwise. This knowledge, along with Melissa’s mewing and the undulating of her hips as his caresses grew bolder and more fevered, were the only reasons why Elijah forced his hands from her pants. But not before he bunched her panties together and pulled gently, apply the right amount of friction against her clit to cause Melissa’s body to shudder hard. She threw her head back, her mouth forming the perfect “O” as she splintered into a million tiny pieces in his arms. His breathing escalated as the need to pump his hips into Melissa’s fist and follow her over the edge of sexual bliss clawed at his neck. But Elijah wouldn’t, not like this. He wanted to be buried to the hilt inside of Melissa and feel her walls clenching him when he released. His hold on her tightened as he watched, somewhat transfixed, as the last remnants of her orgasm subsided along with her soft whimpers. Elijah smiled, pressing his lips to her temple.

  “I’m not done with you yet.”

  He took the key from her hands, stuck it into the lock, and opened the door. They were barely inside before Elijah swept Melissa into his arms and backed her against the nearest wall. His mouth boldly possessed hers, fueled by an insatiable thirst only Melissa could quench. And although they both weren’t due back to work until the following day, their time together was never enough.

  Shit, an eternity with her would never be enough.

  Breaking the kiss, much to Melissa’s dismay, Elijah peppered kisses on the side of her lips, her chin, her jawline, finally sinking his teeth into the crook of her neck before soothing the bite with his tongue. He gripped the bottom of her shirt, yanking it over her head, and tossed it a couple feet away. “As much as I want to take my time with you, I feel like I’ll die if I don’t get inside of you.”

  “Good,” Melissa said, wearing a saucy smile on her full lips. She reached for his shirt and pulled it over his head, recklessly tossing it aside. “Because I don’t want to wait.”

  Reaching for Melissa again, Elijah quickly did away with her bra, adding it to the growing pile of clothing littering the living room floor. It was a flurry of activity. Lips kissing, tongues licking, teeth biting, hands touching, teasing, ripping away fabrics, as Elijah walked Melissa from the front door, through the open-floor living space, into her bedroom, and finally into the en-suite bathroom. Leaving a trail of clothing in their wake.

  “Did you grab a condom?” Melissa asked, panting once Elijah broke their kiss to grab a shower cap from a hook on the closet door.

  He groaned. In their haste to undress, he’d shed his pants with his wallet tucked inside somewhere between the front door and Melissa’s bedroom. A little voice inside of his head said to forget the condom and deal with possible consequences later, but Elijah knew better. After placing a kiss on her shoulder, Elijah ran out of the bathroom, through the bedroom, finding his pants on the carpeted floor near the laundry room. Grabbing his wallet, he fished through it, grabbing the prophylactics, then took off in a sprint, damn near tripping over the clothes on the floor to get back to Melissa.

  A wall of steam greeted Elijah when he returned to the bathroom, but he could clearly make out the silhouette of Melissa’s shapely body. Her sensual movements, though completely innocent, caused him to grow harder. No longer able or willing to stave off the all-consuming need to bury himself between the warmth of her thighs, Elijah ripped open the package, sheathed himself, then stepped into the shower behind Melissa. “So, you decided to get started without me?” He took the exfoliating sponge from her hands and ran it over her back and shoulders.

  Melissa glanced over her shoulder, tossing him a sassy smile. “You were taking way too long, Dr. Grayson.”

  “Too long?” Elijah placed an open-mouthed kiss on the hollow area behind her ear. “I was only gone a couple of seconds.”

  “Well, I—Oh,” she softly moaned, tilting her head slightly to give his lips better access to her neck.

  “Well, you what, sweetheart? You were impatient?” He nipped Melissa’s earlobe, passing the sponge between the valley of her breasts, the undersides of them, over her stomach, and stopping on her upper thigh. His dick twitched between her ass cheeks as his other hand slipped between legs and dipped inside of her slickened womanly folds. “Were you trying to deny me the pleasure of washing your beautiful body?”

  “N-No,” Melissa stuttered. She wrapped her arm around his neck and arched her back, poking her backside farther into his hardening length.

  “It feels like you were. And don’t think for a second I didn’t hear you call me Dr. Grayson.” Elijah pressed his lips to the shell of her ear. His thumb and middle fingers spread her lower lips as Elijah used his forefinger to tease her swollen clitoris. “You know what that does to me.”

  Melissa tossed her head back, resting it against his shoulder, and moaned a barely audible, “Umm-hmm.”

  “How when you purr it like only you can do, it turns me on?”

  “Yes,” Melissa sighed.

  He removed his hand from between Melissa’s legs and licked his fingers, tasting the sweetness of her essence. Melissa was delicious. If Elijah had it his way, he would spend the rest of the day—into the night—tasting her. But he was well aware of the need clawing at him to make love to Melissa. It was more than fulfilling the carnal desires of the flesh. Elijah wanted to speak the words on his heart his lips couldn’t say for fear of scaring Melissa.

  Once he’d rinsed away the white suds from her body, Elijah tossed the sponge down and pushed the shower lining out of the tub, sending water flying onto the tiled floor.

  “Elijah!”

  “Don’t worry. I’ll clean it up,” Elijah said, not giving a damn about the mess he’d made since they’d left a trail of their clothing from the front door to Melissa’s bedroom.

  “You better,” Melissa snapped.

  Seconds later, the air hissed from her lungs when Elijah lifted
her leg up on the side of the tub and plunged two fingers inside of her. Elijah sank his teeth into the side of her neck, his fingers moving in and out of her core with slow, unhurried strokes. “What was that you were saying? I better what?”

  “Ohh,” she moaned, rocking her hips in time to the rhythm of his thrusting fingers. When Elijah’s thumb skimmed her nub, Melissa whimpered. “Eli—”

  Taking her lips with his own, Elijah silenced his name on her mouth. He twirled his tongue with hers in a sensual dance, thrusting it in and out of her mouth, mimicking the pumping of his fingers inside of her core. With his free hand lightly squeezing her neck, Elijah plundered her mouth as if in search of a treasure only she possessed. Lungs burning from the lack of air, Elijah released his hold on her lips but rested his forehead against hers. The sound of her labored breathing filled the air between them.

  “Dammit, baby, do you know what you do to me? How hard I get just seeing you? How beautiful you are when you’re on the verge of coming, baby?” He took her hand and placed it on his painfully hard erection while his fingers continued their assault. “Let it go, baby. Come for me.”

  She released a strangled cry from deep within her belly. Her body convulsed and quaked in Elijah’s arms; the muscles of her womanhood milked and contracted around his fingers as her orgasm detonated like a series of well-timed explosions. Elijah held onto Melissa, reveling in the feel of her in his arms, knowing he would never ever get enough of her.

  Once her breathing returned to normal, Elijah withdrew his fingers from her and smiled. “See what happens when you get all impatient and do things without me? You have to get punished.”

  “I was trying to help you out. Wash myself up to prevent you from coming up with an excuse as to why I can’t wash you.”

  Delivering a stinging slap to her butt, Elijah smiled at the memory of the last shower they took together. He’d taken his time scrubbing every inch of Melissa’s body. Those slow, measured strokes of the washcloth against her heated skin drove Melissa to the brink of insanity. She’d begged and pleaded with him to hurry up and make love to her, but Elijah refused to relent, choosing not to give in to her harshly whispered demands, and continued his own brand of torture. At one point, Elijah had her so wound up that an innocent swipe across her breasts left Melissa breathless and trembling as a powerful orgasm ripped through her. But when it was Melissa’s turn to wash Elijah, she’d barely gotten the chance to touch the cloth to his skin before he’d lifted her against the cold tile of the shower wall and buried himself inside of her.