Dark Layers Volume 2: Dark Layers (30 page)

I finish drying myself in a daze, still gazing at my name printed in gold on the towels - I use a towel with Elijah's name on it; stupid giddy teen crap I know.

Still holding the towel tightly around my body, I go to brush my teeth. He has two tooth brushes. I'm guessing the blue one is his. I touch the bristles to his toothbrush. It's bone dry and hard from lack of use; like its owner! I joke. I grasp the pink tooth brush and clean my teeth while smiling at myself in the vast ceiling height mirror. I look flush from the showers heat - the look of lust - I giggle. I finish up with a hair dryer. My hair is so damn wavy that I have no choice but to tie it back; I think I have a hair tie in my bag. As I put the hair dryer away in the basin draw, I clock hair straighteners - Cloud Nine's. Holy crap, this man thinks of everything! With a giddy smile still in place, I straighten my frizzy hair.

Once I'm all clean and my hair is nicely in place, I make my way back into Elijah’s bedroom. I find some clean clothes folded neatly on the bed. I smile at his kind thought. A purple maxi skirt with a white strappy vest - no underwear. 

“Was that okay for you?” Elijah asks making me jump.

“What are you doing hiding in the door way?” I gasp, clutching at my towel.

“Waiting for you.” He replies as he slowly walks towards me. His eyes are filled with desire, they are low, lazy. He's lightly nipping his perfect pink lower lip. "I dare you to let me make love to you." He whispers once he reaches me.

My uneven breathing starts here. My mouth is open - holy shit, this is it!

"You wasted a dare." I smile, also biting my bottom lip. Desire is flowing through me like a welcomed heat wave.

"Why?" He frowns.

"Because you didn't even need to ask. You can take me whenever you want - I'm ready for you." I say in a low breathless voice.

He tugs at my towel while gazing down at me. He pulls it with such force that I do not even have the chance to stop him - not that I would. I stand naked in front of him, panting, gasping for air. His smouldering eyes analyse me from head to toe.

“You are one beautiful woman.” He whispers, "no one should ever be with you in the darkness, your beauty is not to be wasted."

I try to cover myself by wrapping my arms around my chest but he takes my hands. He pulls them apart.

“Do not hide from me Anile, ever.” He warns as he turns me around. He pulls my back flush against his front. Oh his scent is potent, but I love it. He touches my shoulders tenderly; I can feel he's nervous, his normal overpowering grasp is not quite so.

“Lay on your front.” He orders, pointing towards the bed over my shoulder.

I submit myself as excitement rushes through me. Holy mother of God! I'm going to lose my virginity to no one other than, Elijah Darks. This is all happening so fast! One minute he is definite that he cannot have me, and now, he wants to make love to me! I feel my hands tremble as I shakily stumble onto the bed. He grabs my hips to steady me. The immediate contact sends a shimmering vibe up my entire body.

“I got you Princess.” He whispers.

Once I lay flat on his soft comfy duvet, he climbs on top of me, still dressed in only his jogging bottoms. I feel him soft against my back as he presses himself against me. My breathing picks up with my heart beat and I find it hard to calm myself.

“Shhh, Princess. If this gets too much for you, just tell me to stop and I will - no safe signals this time." He whispers into my ear. "I have never had sex in this bed before, Anile, this will show you how much you mean to me. I will not take advantage of your innocence; I will make love to you and show you how you should be treated.”

“Elijah.” I breathe. I'm not sure what I want to say; words are lost to me. I feel... elevated.

"I'm going to touch you now." He says tenderly.

He hovers above me and slides down my body, placing chaste kisses down the centre of my spine. I feel his lips gently touch my backside. He kisses my derrière once, long and hard. He slides his lips back up to my shoulders. I swear his lips almost scratch against my skin but it's a beautiful sensation. His hands follow his lips as he glides along my skin.

“You are so beautiful.” He whispers against me.

He lifts my hair above my head once he reaches the back of my neck and I now feel fully naked. He presses his hand hard against my back, forcing me into the mattress. He slides both hands down my body again, sensually in and out of the curves of my waist, until he reaches my behind. He gently slides his finger in my backside crack; he makes his way forward to the entrance of my sex. Oh my, that's it, that's what I need. I bury my head into the pillow - ecstasy will soon be rushing through my brain. I know how I'm going to feel once he's inside me. Oh I'm desperate!

“Wet already. How the hell will I ever get enough of you, Anile?” He whispers while rolling his finger around the entrance of my sex, "I'm going to open your legs so I can see your beautiful pussy this way."

Oh no! His crude yet sexual words command my desire. Jesus! I feel embarrassed at the fact that it's light and he really can see all of me. I bury my head further, this time out of personal humiliation.

He gently opens my legs, moving his free hand from side to side. Shit his touch sort of burns my skin.

“I am going to finger fuck you, gently, and kiss your beautiful pussy; I'll make you cum this way. I enjoy seeing you fall apart from just my hands and my mouth, Anile.”

His words are almost all I need to get me to the finish line. They are too sensual for my innocent ears. I cannot control this burning desire inside me, I have no choice but to pant.

He gently plays with me, dipping the tip of his finger inside me, then back out. The strange invasive feeling is sort of there, but not enough because he has not quite entered me. He tries to massage the queen of my sex also but this position is a little hard for him to reach me fully, so I lift my pelvis. My derrière is firmly in the air.

“That’s what I like to see Princess, team work.” He says.

I almost burst out laughing at his playful side but he grasps my derrière with one hand and slides his other beneath me. He starts massaging my sex fully, adding pressure by using his hand on my backside. Relentless strokes and pressure assault me in all the right ways. I grasp the duvet unknowingly. Wow this is so bad, but it feels so damn good! He pushes me into his hand again.

“Ahhh.” I unexpectedly cry out, knowing I'm building to an orgasm already! Shit! Euphoria, euphoria has taken my soul. Flutters fill my sex; saliva fills my mouth; my vision fades; my hands tremble. Oh God!

“Come on Princess, let go.” He begs.

I hold the pillow; I wrap my arms around it. He presses harder into my sex and it's my undoing. A tingling sensation comes with scorching heat. I try to hold on tight to my humanity but fail miserably as we mould into one. My orgasm possesses me, kidnaps me. I shatter into a thousand pieces.

"Elijah." I scream out with the final blow of ecstasy.

It's as though he knows and almost experiences what I'm feeling because, once I feel I cannot handle anymore, he unexpectedly and quickly releases me. I try to catch my wild breaths as I pant like a lion, almost roaring with the vivid memory of my orgasm. I feel… I do not know what I feel, I think I feel... free.

I fall limp, lying flat on the bed. My senses gradually come back to me. He climbs on top of me and I wonder if an orgasm can get any better?

He steals my thoughts, replacing them with his own.

“Shall I play some music while I make love to you Anile?"

I look at him from the side, desperate for his love but also for the music. I'm mentally gone, I'm mentally inside him - I feel everything he feels.

He quickly climbs off of me. The longing is there from his absence, like pain - almost. He makes his way over to his beautiful mahogany dresser by the door. He has an old record player - wow! It's an antique mahogany boxed record player with a huge brass trumpet speaker. I melt, knowing this is the kind of romantic shit I love. Could he be any more of a perfect lover?

A beautiful song – Percy Sledge, When A Man Loves A Woman – starts filling his room. I almost cry at this concreted memory that has already taken my soul.

“Elijah, please.” I beg holding my hand out to him. I'm desperate for him.

He comes back to me. He pulls down his joggers in one swift motion, revealing a huge penis. Holy fuck that is not going to fit inside me! I stare wide-eyed. It has the thickest vein down the centre at the top, dark and blue - like his eyes. He smiles perversely, noticing my reaction to the size of him.

"It will be okay, this was made for you." He says grasping his penis tightly.

Oh my, cheesy but perfect. I giggle.

He climbs atop of me again, hovering just above me. His hands are flat against the bed either side of my head. He gently lowers himself onto me. Wow, skin to skin contact, this is heaven on its own!

"Open your legs for me Anile." He whispers.

I obey, like the desperate sex slave that I am. Slowly, I slide my legs apart. He entwines his feet around my ankles, holding them open. That feels intimate. I bite my lower lip while I try not to smile.

"I'm going to enter you now." He whispers against my ear. He nips my earlobe - fuck that feels good!

My mouth is agape; my heart is pounding at a dangerous speed. Finally, all my desires come true. I feel the tip of his penis at the entrance of my sex. He gently pushes, a little at a time, deeper and deeper, but not quite deep enough. The feeling is kind of intrusive, but allowed.

“Oh, fuck.” He breathes harshly into the back of my head.

He snakes his hand right around to my mouth. He shoves all four of his fingers inside me and then grips my bottom jaw.

“This is it Princess. It will feel strange, maybe even painful but you will become addicted to this, I promise you. Are you ready?”

I nod because I cannot speak, and suddenly, he slides a little deeper - still not fully entering me though.

“Come on, Elijah.” I mumble through his gripping hand.

He suddenly pulls out of me completely. His ragged breaths come hard and fast, faster than I have ever heard him breathe before. I try to talk but his hand is still assaulting my mouth. I can feel him now crouched above me, contemplating his next move. I think he's fighting with his emotions.

“This is for us." He says clipped.

"What?" I say confused but too late. He rams into me, entering me fully. Jesus that hurts!

“Ahhh!” I scream. My eyes are fully open, as is my mouth. My body has changed dramatically, in seconds!

“Ahhh!” He mirrors my response. "Fuck that feels good." He gasps.

He rests his forehead onto the back of mine. He doesn't move, he stays perfectly still; he's letting me adjust - I think. I blink a thousand times, hoping that this invasive feeling will soon go. I feel sore inside, like someone has cut into me. I'm not sure if it should feel like this. Oh double crap, I have to ask him before he gives it to me!

“Elijah.” I mumble. He gently releases my mouth. “Elijah, it hurts.” I whisper and he immediately pulls out of me.

"Ouch!" I wince.

He effortlessly flips me onto my back. The shock of the quick movement makes me feel kind of dizzy. His mouth is set in an o, he's frowning; he's worried.

“Are you okay Princess?” He asks worried as he pulls me into his lap. He feels really sweaty, like me. He starts analysing my face with his hands, brushing my hair out of my eyes.

“I am, I just felt… full and sore.” I frown.

He smiles affectionately, his full lips reaching his eyes. His eyes are so warm, warmer than ever before.

“It does hurt Princess - the first time.”

I look down at my knotted hands embarrassed.

“Do not look away from me Anile.” He whispers gentle, “this is new to you, I understand that and I am here for all your questions.” He looks deep into my eyes. He takes my face in his hands, “you have no idea how free I feel that I can do this with you. I feel like I am somehow cleansing myself.” He confesses.

His words hurt my soul; I know exactly what he's cleansing himself from. I take his face in my hands.

“I want this. I want you, always. Please make love to me, Elijah, please.”

This time, surprisingly, he doesn’t make me lay on my front, he gently pushes me back into his plush pillows. I crawl back on all fours until I meet the pillows. I let myself fall back. He climbs between my legs, covering all of me with his huge hard body. He slides his hand between our bodies while looking down at me; through my breasts, down my tummy. The electric sensation I get from his touch is almost enough for me. He reaches my sex and starts to rub a little. Oh fucking yes! I love his hands - probably more than I love him! Stroke after stroke steals my humanity once more. Heaven, this is heaven. I mentally chant.

He does not massage me for long. I suddenly feel him move off of me again. I didn't even realize I was closing my eyes. I peer up at him, worried that something might be wrong.

He looks down at his hand and whispers, “you are bleeding a little; don’t be worried though, it's normal, okay?”

I swallow hard, trying desperately to fully trust him.