stress the fetus.”
“I thought that wasn’t a concern till the third trimester.”
Elijah shrugged. “Is it worth the risk?”
He was right. She didn’t want to admit it out loud, but he had a good point. She decided to play the female wanting sex ticket. No guy would say no to that. Charity giggled. “Am I allowed on all fours?”
Elijah was licking his lips but paused when Charity spoke. “Pardon?” he said.
She grinned slyly. “Am I allowed on all fours?”
He swallowed. “Sure.”
“Good.” She crawled off him and stood up beside the bed, pulling her panties down as she waited for him. “You need to get your clothes off if you want to have sex.”
Elijah scrambled off the bed, ripping his shirt off in the process and then reaching for his pants.
Charity smiled. “Wasting no time, eh?”
He wrapped his arms around her and kissed her hard. He drew his head back to grab a breath and at the same time said, “I don’t like to keep my woman waiting.”
She could feel his erection against her growing belly. It made her want him inside of her with such an intense desire she didn’t think she could wait. She moved to be closer to him. The edge of the mattress hit against the back of Elijah’s knees, dropping him into a sitting position on the bed. Charity went down with him, in slow, controlled motion so she had time to envelop him with her legs. Cowgirl position it is then . She grinned wickedly.
The touch of his skin on her inner thighs made her shiver. She pulled her head away from his and stared into his bright blue eyes as she lowered herself onto him. She rubbed against the head of his erection, teasing and tormenting him with her wetness. It took every bit of her restraint, not to slide him fully inside of her.
When he moaned and closed his eyes, Charity stopped her movement.
“Look at me,” she ordered in a husky whisper. Her whole body trembled with desire. She was sure she had never been this horny before in her life.
Elijah’s eyes flickered open. They burned with intensity as he met her gaze. He pressed his lips together and spread his hands over her derrière. “You are killin’ me, woman.” He let out a shaky breath. “Please. Stop. Tormenting. Me.”
The pleading in his voice was her undoing. Her favorite part of sex was always the first stroke of Elijah’s penis entering her. It felt like the pinnacle before she was sent soaring.
She brought her weight forward onto her knees tucked tightly on each side of him and circled her hips down. In one luscious thrust, his penis slid hard and smoothly inside of her. Her eyes shut tightly as she let exotic sensations wash over her.
She lifted slightly, teasing Elijah with a few shallow thrusts so he only entered her an inch or two. It was too much for either of them. She enveloped him completely, rotating her hips hard against his. He responded accordingly. Matching her movement, lifting his hips off the bed, his abs tight, as he struggled to control himself.
Slower… Harder… Deeper… Faster… They varied their motion until neither could stop the rhythm and it built to a firework climax. Charity cried out and ground herself tighter against him, trying to get every inch of him inside of her. Elijah shuddered and pulled out slightly before one last hard thrust as he came. He bit lightly into her shoulder as he fought to stop himself from crying out.
They lay against each other, wet from sweat and both of them panting.
“So I guess me being on all fours was a no?” she teased.
Elijah fell back, cradling Charity so she lay on her side on top of him. “Give me ten minutes and you can have it your way.”
She giggled and yawned. “How ‘bout we just chill here a bit?”
He kissed the top of her head. “I’m good with that too.” He pulled the duvet from the side of the bed and folded them inside of it like a taco. Charity thought of a funny comment to make about it and when Elijah didn’t laugh, she realized she