Sam felt the gentle touch of Elijah’s hands as he pushed her hair over her shoulder. The zipper on her dress being lowered was the only sound aside from her rapid breathing.
“Did I mention I like this dress?”
“You did,” she answered. “More than once.”
“Well, I’m telling you again. I like this dress. I happen to like it when it is on you, but I like it even more when it is on the floor at your feet.”
This particular dress was strapless, so she didn’t have to move for him to get the fabric to slide down her body. Unlike last time she’d encountered this swing, Sam did have on her panties and bra.
And to her delight, Elijah took his time removing those, his hands fondling her as he went along.
“Good thing Logan gave me a brief rundown on how this thing works,” Elijah said as he reached around her, squeezing her now naked breasts.
“I assume you’re referring to the swing?” she asked teasingly.
He pinched her nipples simultaneously, making her shriek. The pain-filled pleasure was erotic as hell.
“Yes, wildcat, that’s what I’m referring to.”
Wildcat? She kinda liked that.
Elijah put his hands on her hips, guiding her toward the swing and then turning her so that she faced him.
Apparently Logan had been thorough in his instruction because a few minutes later, Sam was strapped firmly in the swing while Elijah took a step back, apparently admiring his handiwork.
She only hoped he admired faster because she was ready.
More than ready.
~~*~~
Yeah, Elijah would have to agree with Logan. This swing was a must have. He had no idea where the hell they’d put it, but he wasn’t opposed to finding a place. As far as he was concerned, right in the middle of the kitchen would work just fine.
Especially if he could come home from work to find Sam strapped in and ready.
Fuck.
He was watching her now, well aware of the impatience brimming inside of her. She was hot and bothered, but then again, they’d been purposely working to arouse her for the better part of the evening.
It had been her idea to come to the club after all, so it was only fair. At least in his opinion. She’d made the suggestion after their stimulating discussion about this very swing that morning. Who were they to refuse her?
Moving forward, Elijah used the tips of his fingers to brush over her engorged clit, sliding down through the moisture that coated her pretty pussy. She was definitely ready.
“I like you restrained like that,” he told her honestly. “I think we should try this more often.”
“The swing?” she asked, her words clipped from her excitement.
“A bed works fine too. I just like you laid out for me.”
Sam closed her eyes, her head falling back when he drove two fingers into her. “Eli…”
“Yes, baby?”
“Make me come…” Sam breathed in deep. “Please.”
“With my fingers?”
“I really don’t care… Oh, God!”
Elijah used his other hand to tease her clit while he slowly fucked her with two fingers.
“Or with my mouth?” he asked as he lowered himself to his knees between her thighs. Logan had been right; the swing was just the right height so that he could easily eat her pussy while he was kneeling.
“Eli!” Sam groaned long and deep when he used his fingers to separate her folds, delicately tracing her puffy pink lips. He leaned forward and circled her clit with his tongue over and over until she was repeating his name in a rush.
He’d restrained her arms, unlike the last time when he’d watched Logan fuck her in this swing. And that meant she couldn’t reach for him and she couldn’t rock the swing to get what she wanted, leaving him in complete control.
He took full advantage of the control.
Feasting on her pussy, Elijah didn’t even hear the door open, but he felt Logan as he moved inside. The man wasn’t in a hurry and he didn’t make his way over to them right away.
“Logan!” Sam cried out. “I need to come!”
“Is he tormenting you, baby?”
“Yes… Oh, God, yes. Don’t stop, Eli. Please don’t stop!”
Elijah had no intention of stopping. He loved eating her pussy, driving his tongue inside, alternating with his fingers. She loved it too; he had no doubt about that.
Logan moved into his line of sight, up toward Sam’s head. “I’m going to lower this a little,” Logan said. Elijah wasn’t sure whom he was talking to, nor did he care.
Elijah watched them as he fucked Sam with his fingers while he teased her clit with his tongue. Logan had lowered her head a little. He had pulled his cock out, stroking it slowly as he stood beside her head.