When love is found it is cherished, appreciated, shared, and expressed constantly. But what happens when you're only given a certain amount of time to fulfill it?
Feeling light pecks on my lips, I smiled, opening my eyes. Elijah stared at me with a slight smirk, now hovering over me fully.
"Finally. I was getting lonely." He mumbled against my neck before placing soft kisses against it. I closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, feeling my legs naturally open for him. He chuckled and so did I.
Elijah took me up to D.C. for the weekend, and we were staying in one of Corey's properties. It was so nice quiet and peaceful. I wasn't ready to go back.
The favor I promised my professor suddenly entered my mind as I flipped Elijah over, now ontop of him. I've never asked Elijah to help me at all concerning his job, and I didn't know how he would take it. But I did know that he had a soft spot for me.
"Baby..." I whispered before kissing him. I kissed down his exposed chest and he rose an eyebrow.
"What?"
"I need a favor..." I grabbed his hands, playing with them until he moved them to my waist.
"Whatsup ma?"
"You know that essay my professor let me turn in to give me those extra points?"
"Mhm."
"I promised him something." I traced circles on his chest.
"The hell you promise him? A threesome? Cause I'm down wit' dat but I ain't having one with another nig-"
"No no!" I cut him off, laughing a little. "I promised him a free paint job....."
"Milan, I handle the details, all the shit on the inside, I ain't in charge of making the shit look pretty."
"Then who is?"
"Odell."
"Perfect. Can you ask him for me?"
He sighed before shaking his head. "Yeah ma, I'll try. You a hustler foreal huh?" He pulled me down so that we were face to face.
"I try." I whispered, kissing his nose. His hands went to my butt and he rubbed it slowly, grabbing as much as he could fit into his hands. I moaned lowly into his neck, biting my bottom lip.
I was so comfortable around him, it made me feel good about everything. Ofcourse I was shy at times, especially during sex, but that's because Elijah is one fine ass human being.
"Lift." He whispered in my ear. I frowned, looking him in his eyes.
I was no virgin when I met Elijah, but I can assure you that my experience was close to none at all. I lost it to my Highschool boyfriend and I didn't know it then, but since meeting and being with Elijah I can say that his dick game was weak as hell. I realized what he was asking me to do and I began to grow nervous.
"Lift up Milan." He says again, this time a little more firm than before. His hands help guide my hips as I lift up, my eyes are still on his as I hear him moving around under me. My thin tshirt has been lifting and I gasp as I feel him at my entrance.
He is now staring at me as he slowly lowers me onto him. I take deep breaths, trying to relax like he always tells me to. Once all of him is in, my mouth is stuck open.
"You okay baybeh?" He asked in a jokingly way. I couldn't respond, all I do is rock my hips back and forth, feeling him continuously grow inside of me.
"Wait...Elijah." I moan out, throwing my hair back.
"Yeah?" He smacks my ass one hard time, causing me to moan out again. This time feels better than every other time, and even those times were amazing. It was as if I could feel all of him. Every inch of him felt particular and that's when it all clicked.
Oh. Shit.
"C...condom. You're not..." I take a deep breath, trying not to focus on the fact that I can feel him in my soul. "You're not wearing one baby." I whined.
His eyes widened as he suddenly realized the same thing.
"Fuck..." he groaned, now meeting my movements halfway. I roll my eyes once I realize this man wasn't going to stop to put one on.
He finally mustered the strength to speak back. "You wan me to stop? Hm?" He sped up a little before stopping completely. Everything building up inside of me suddenly came to a stop. I felt my eyes water as my heart beat sped up. I was so close and he was playing around.
"N-no. Don't stop. Keep going." I moaned, continuing to move my hips. At this point sweat is trickling down my face, I can hear him grunting lowly and I know that soon he'll be done too. Before I can finish my thought I feel myself emptying, right along with him. I sigh in contentment as I fight to keep my eyes open.
Each time with him just gets better and better.
Mallory Anderson July 13th, 2017 (same day) Baltimore, Maryland
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"Mal? Are you even listening man?"
"What?"
"You gotta tell mom and dad, they been asking about you. C'mon, be responsible."
"Mason, telling me to be responsible? What did all that community service do to you?" I joked, running my fingers through my hair. I decided to take a small break from weave. Just a small one though, nothing too crazy.
"Very funny Mal. I'm just tryna help. You can't keep a whole baby from your parents. Shit won't last for long." As weird as it felt hearing it from him, he was right.
"You're right." I sighed. "I'll come over tonight, for dinner."
"Aight."
"Should I bring Mi? Like for support?"
"Yeah, she can be the mediator cause I already know mama gone start swinging." He chuckled. I rolled my eyes before laughing too.
"Alright booga, I'll see you tonight. Love you." I smiled into the camera, watching him roll his eyes after hearing his nickname.
"Yeah yeah, love you too. Where Milan 3
"D.C. With Elijah's fine ass." I mumbled, not realizing I said it out loud. I bit my lip instantly looking away from the camera.
"Mallory. Stop it." He turned serious quickly.
"What?" I put a hand up in surrender. "Look, I'll see you later okay?"
"Aight." He shook his head before hanging up.
**** Weird way to end it I know..... but I want to make Mallory telling her parents a whole new chapter because that's gonna be....eventful.
