Slow Burn

"Here, let me help." She didn't notice when he got up and stood behind her but now that she's heard his voice, her body was aware of every inch of him, his body heart radiated off in waves that she felt it around her, wrapping her in an embrace though he wasn't even touching her yet.

The gown loosened on her body and she felt a wisp of air against her back, she let out in involuntary shiver at that.

The dress didn't allow her to wear a bra and she guess he noticed if his shape intake of breath indicated anything. Taking on the job himself, he dragged the straps the rest of the way down, it was an off shoulder so it was easier.

With every trail of his finger, her skin got hotter until she thought she would catch on fire. She didn't think he noticed, maybe he did, he probably did because her breath was a ragged mess.

The dress pooled at her feet and shiver ran down her spine, her exposed nipples hardened thanks to the chilly night air and the air conditioned space.

"Turn around," Elijah whispered, surprising himself with how slow he was being.

The idea had been to bring her back to the penthouse and fuck her fast then have the driver drop her off, but seeing her sitting on his couch, he suddenly wanted to take his time, to taste every part of her until he has had his fill. Even though the slow pace he took was killing him. His dick was straining against the suit pants and he knew the boxer briefs were already soaked with precum.

He just hoped to last even for a bit because it's been long since he has had a woman and his body reminded him he was still a full blooded male.

He watched her back and the elegant dip on her lower back right above her beautiful perky ass, God definitely took his time on this one.

He didn't know when he whispered for her to turn to turn around but he was glad he did, he thought seeing the dress at her feet was good enough but when she turned and his eyes landed on her hardened nipples, his groin screamed bloody Jesus.

He was pleased in more ways than one to see that he wasn't the only one affected.

Looking at her naked body, save for the lace panties, he didn't know where to start devouring her from. Her eyes were dark with desire and lust and he knew his mirrored that.

She sucked in a breath through her lips and his attention went there and it was like he knew how to start piecing the puzzle together, just that she was the piece, a marvelous work of art.

With one swift move he had her against him, her breasts against his hard chest and his lips on hers.

The kiss started out slow, just him caressing her lips. He liked how she responded and followed his lead. His hands traveled around her until they settled on her backside and hers wrapped around his neck, bringing him closer to her, he pinched her ass and she let out a small moan, giving him chance to slip his tongue in her mouth, tasting her.

He let out a satisfied groan when he felt the warmness of her, she tasted like honey and the bit of champagne she drank earlier. Intoxicating was the perfect word to describe the blend.

Her hand moved to his hair and she tugged when he nibbled on her lips, her body arched against him, wanting more, needing more closure and he matched her ardor.

He separated their lips causing her to let out a grunt of disapproval but it was quickly replaced with a pleasured sigh when he kissed her neck, he'd pictured leaving bite marks on there since he saw her with the off shoulder and now that he was doing that, her scent all around him, he had to go else he would go crazy and probably come in his pants.

She has turned him to a teenage boy and she had no idea.

Elijah prided himself with his sense of control but with this woman, he didn't know what to do with himself because she drove him crazy, her scent made him wild.

He moved to her breast and quickly latched his mouth to one, she arched her back moving closer to her and let out a sweet sound. Her hands tightened in his hair when he swirled his tongue around the nipple until they hardened, a lot more than they were before, almost like pebbled peaks. He moved to the other one and gave it the same attention.

Elijah moved back detangling himself from her and he saw her look up at him, wide eyes filled with desire and her mouth slightly open.

Before she could speak, he picked her up and she automatically wrapped her legs around his waist as he walked then to the master bedroom, each step had her bouncing closer to his erection and she couldn't to help but grunt and rock herself further against him for some relief.

"Stop that," He commanded through gritted teeth.

He pushed open a door and she felt herself against a very soft mattress, the silky sheets turned her on more somehow.

She sat up on her knees and her hands moved to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt because she couldn't stand the lack of body to body contact.

He got the message and shrugged his suit jacket off and the shirt came next, he was left in a white undershirt which she more or less tore from his body.

She almost screamed in joy when she finally made contact with his skin, his body was ripped and hard all over, like someone who went to gym at least twice a week, and she would know that because she knew his schedule and he did visit the gym.