Page 45 of Three Meows

I stepped forward, kneeling in front of a plant with tiny blue flowers. It wasn’t an ordinary plant, but a special one my mother had cultivated over decades. She’d made it smaller and smaller until it resembled a perfect miniature of its kind. It became so cute, so delicate, so unique.

“I’m ready now. I want to take this one with me,” I said softly. Then I looked up at Elijah and smiled. “Thank you.”

For the first time, it was Elijah who reached out to kiss me.

Emotions swelled between us, but it wasn’t a terrifying maelstrom, rather a gentle lapping of the sea along the shore. I could step into those waves and be caressed by them.

“Make love to me?” I asked, feeling like a delicate flower whose petals could be blown away by a too-strong wind.

But Elijah was gentle. So gentle. He murmured praise into my skin as he peeled me out of my clothes and ensured his own were splayed on the ground so that I could lie down on them.

His hands trembled a little when they trailed over my breasts for the first time, but my appreciative moans bolstered him and soon there was this determined glint in his eyes that he got when he was figuring out the murder mystery in his next novel. Those fingers which held a pen with such mastery, which glided overthe keyboard with such speed… Oh, those fingers. They were truly a blessing, and I made sure Elijah knew it as he explored my body and drove me insane.

“Elijah, so good,” I panted out. “Can you… please, can you touch me…?”

Chester would make a teasing quip like ‘touch you where?’ and Rowan would look at me to savor my mounting desperation, but such games weren’t what Elijah wanted. His fingers immediately left my throbbing nipples and slid down, down,down, then in.

“Ah!” I cried out then shuddered when Elijah found out he could easily slide in a second finger.

“You are so wet,” he said with amazement.

“For you…” I slurred out as he started a toe-curling rhythm of in and out. “I’m wet for you! Because of you…!”

“Well, then I have to take responsibility.” Elijah smiled down at me.

His eyes crinkled. He looked so happy I had to kiss him again. Once my lips found his I couldn’t stop and it was with us joined in a passionate kiss that I came, shuddering around his fingers.

“Oh, wow…” Elijah said as he separated from me enough to pull his fingers out and look at the evidence of my pleasure on them. “Do you want… ah… more?”

“Yes, yes, yes,” I said hotly because I knew that I could ride this wave into another orgasm. Maybe two. I scrambled to pull down his underwear, the last piece of clothing left between us, and groaned as Elijah’s thick erection popped up. The pulsing veins, the reddened tip… my mouth watered, but another part of me was equally hungry.

I laid back on the clothes and spread my legs in invitation.

“Like this. Come on,” I said feverishly.

Elijah settled over me, looking as if he couldn’t believe this was happening. I couldn’t have him hesitating.

“Elijah, I want you inside of me,” I said. My hand wandered down to spread the lips of my pussy. “Here.”

Elijah choked on his own saliva at the sight, but a second later he was surging forward and pressing into me. I threw my head back with a shout. Elijah startled and looked as if he was about to ask if I was alright, so I wrapped my legs around his hips, showing him I very much didn’t want him to stop.

He took the hint and moved his hips in and out.

There’s pleasure in being penetrated, stimulated until you are dizzy with the amount of sensations wrought from your body, but there’s also visceral joy in being someone’s first. Seeing Elijah discover how a wet, warm pussy felt around his cock was an experience I wanted to burn inside my brain forever.

He sounded devastated.

Like no matter what he read or watched or even imagined as an author, the real thing was thousands of times better and it wrecked him.

Iwrecked him.

His hips pistoned into me as he lost any semblance of rhythm, whimpers and moans spilling from his lips.

“Lisa… you feel divine…” he slurred out. “Ah! I’m s-so close… can I?”

“Fill me up,” I begged against his lips. “I want to feel your hot cum inside—”

I didn’t even finish the sentence before he came with what sounded almost like a sob.

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