Bodies Like a Prayer

Squeezing my eyes shut, I took controlled breaths, my hand on her waist tightening involuntarily and pushing her against me.

She gasped, and my jaw ticked as the sound travelled down my body and straight to my cock.

*Fuck me! *

I wanted her, hell, I wanted to sink my teeth into those lips. I wanted to watch those lips wrapped around my cock and I wanted to hear those soft gasps as I pounded into her wet heat.

But, she was drugged up. And so was I. We were not clear-headed enough for that and so I took in another controlled breath, ignoring the way her scent settled in the pool of my stomach.

“We should go to bed. I'll take the couch in the-” I inhaled sharply as her hands cupped my jaw, fingers playing with the scruff that lined it.

“If you don't stop doing that, I'm going to kiss you, Lila Rose.” She blinked up at me. “And I won't stop there.”

Her throat bobbed on a swallow and I imagined my large palms wrapped around it.

“I won't ask you to stop.”

*Well, damn. *I scoffed in disbelief. *She was a temptation. *

*‘Even though she says yes’ *I thought*, ‘Are we both lucid enough to remember this?’*

Those words muttered in that breathy whisper was enough to fill my cock. It strained against the teeth of my zipper, fighting to burst through.

I wanted to blame the drugs when my hands wrapped around her throat, feeling the frantic thump of her pulse. I needed to blame them when I pulled her closer. And when I tilted my head and kissed her— soft, tentative— I almost convinced myself it *was* the drugs.

But, I knew the truth. Yes, we were drugged up, but what we were about to do was a rational and coherent choice.

I pulled back from the kiss. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, Elijah.” My eyes searched hers, and what I found had me going in again, this time rougher.

My lips met hers in a frenzy, sucking, biting. Her tongue fought its way into my mouth, licking the inside of my mouth and her hands sank into my hair, tugging at the strands.

My body was on fire. All my thoughts were in this moment, my mind consumed with the woman that was tugging at the buttons of my shirt.

Reaching behind her, I pulled down her zipper and unclasped her bra, dragging the pieces of clothing down her body. Then, I took a small step back, shrugging the shirt off my shoulders, and I stared at her.

Light dusting of freckles were scattered around her chest, bare breasts with hardened pink buds jutted out at me.

“You're beautiful.” I choked out. My eyes drifted down to her toned stomach, to the white lace panties she wore, and down to her smooth legs.

She stepped out of her dress and I charged towards her, kissing her again. My lips and teeth trailed kisses down her neck and my hands squeezed her arse.

Rising on her tiptoes, her nipples rubbed against my skin and her hands moved up my body, up my chest.

There was something about this girl that made me grateful for this moment. It was like the universe was cutting me some slack.

My teeth sunk into her neck, sucking. She moaned, tilting her neck and hooking a leg around my waist, pulling me closer.

As if we could be closer than we are now.

With one hand, I grabbed onto her leg, and with the other I held her close to prevent her from falling. Bending my head, I took a nipple into my mouth, rolling the bead between my tongue and lips.

She threw her head back on a sigh, bucking against my front and it wasn't lost on me that I was still in my slacks.

Quickly working my hands, I popped the buttons of my slacks and pulled down the zipper, exhaling a mixture of a groan and a sigh as my dick finally had enough room, so much so I could feel her heat through my briefs.

I took her nipple into my mouth again and sucked, my hands squeezing her thighs, moving upwards to squeeze her arse, pressing her to me so she was plastered against my front.

She was so soft and wanton in my arms, she practically melted into me and I loved it. I loved it so much.

Giving her a small smack, she tugged my head up and kissed me. I picked her up, her legs wrapping around my waist, and walked her to the bed.

I wanted *more*. *Needed* her.

Gently lowering her, I hooked my fingers in her panties and tugged them down. I fisted them, feeling her wetness.

I blew out a breath.

Her hair fanned the bed in thick waves of brown and blonde, her eyes were soft and lidded with desire. Her lips looked well kissed, almost red, and her skin was flushed.

Standing, I pulled down my slacks and briefs in one go and moved up her body, making my home between her legs. She was so tiny, compared to my large frame.

Her nails dragged across my back, fingers playing with the hair at the nape of my neck as I kissed down her stomach.

Grabbing her legs, I hooked them over my shoulders, coming face to face with her most intimate part.

Daring a look at her, she was on her elbows, watching me. Her brows shot up and her cheeks flushed with embarrassment.

“Wh-what are you doing?” She rasped, trying to unhook her legs but I held them firm, my hands reaching out to palm her stomach.

“Making you feel good.”

A cry tore from her throat, raw and unrestrained, as I sucked her into my mouth, her fingers tangling desperately in my hair.

A hum rumbled up my chest and out of my mouth at the first taste of her, sweet and salty. I devoured her up like a man who'd gone too long without, lost in the way she moved against me—wild, unashamed, needing.

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