DESIRED (BWWM)

The Very First Climax

Renee's pov

I open my eyes and I'm greeted by the beautiful sight of the sun shining through the glass doors a smile forms on by face and I blink the sleep away from my eyes.

A light snore grabs my attention and my eyes widen when I finally notice Elijah's tattooed hand wrapped around my torso.

"Oh," I mutter, turning around and looking at his face. Light snores leave his mouth and part of his hair is covering his eyes giving him a boyish look.

Another snore leaves his mouth and I giggle. He slowly opens his eyes and I'm once again greeted by a beautiful sight.

"What's so funny?" He asks his voice still husky from sleep.
"You snore," I say giggling again and he frowns.

"I don't snore," he says closing his eyes for a minute before looking at me again.
"Yeah you do, but don't worry it's cute," I say smiling at him.

Elijah returns my smile, reaching over and tucking some of my hair behind my ear.
"You're cute," he whispers and I can't help the blush that spreads across my face.

In a bold move I cross over sitting on his lap making my t-shirt bunch up a little as I straddle him.

"I have a question," I say and he reaches out to hold my waist.

"You ask too many questions," he says chuckling a little.
"You gonna answer me?"
"Don't I always," he says and I tilt my head to the side, raising my eyebrows awaiting his reply.

"Yes baby I'll answer your question," I smile at my small victory before continuing.

"Do your tattoos have meanings or are they just random?" I voice the question I've been thinking about for some time now.

"Most of them have a meaning, some I got when I was high or drunk."

He says shrugging his shoulders, his thumb rubbing circles on my hips. "Okay now I have multiple questions," I say seriously and he chuckles before nodding his head.

I begin to trace the beautifully drawn rose on his left arm and watch as his eyes flutter close and  he sighs contentedly. He opens his eyes and looks at me with a shocked expression on his face.

"Your touch feels good," he whispers and I bring my thumb to my mouth trying to contain the urge to kiss him.

Or lick his Chest

"Does this one have a meaning?" I ask and he nods his head.
"Yeah that ones recent," he answers with a distant look on his face.

"Its beautiful," I say and he takes a deep breath before speaking. "I got it after my mom died"

"Oh, I'm sorry," I say giving into my temptation as I lean down to kiss his chest.

"Yeah me too," he says sitting up and kissing me tenderly.
"My parents fought," I say after we break the kiss, he looks at me and I take a deep breath before continuing.

"The day my dad died they fought. He left to go get some fresh air, you know to clear his head."

"I offered to go with him. I offered to!.
He told me he just needed to be alone for a while.....but maybe, maybe if I had tried harder....if I had made him take me then h-"

"No, baby that's not your fault," Elijah says stopping me from speaking and I nod my head blinking back the tears that threatens to fall.

"I know," I mumble looking down at my hands. He tilts my head up and looks me in the eyes.

"But you don't believe that," he says and a traitorous tear escapes my eyes. I quickly try to wipe it away but he holds my hands down.

"Its not your fault Renée, if you were in that car with him you'd be dead too,"
I nod my head and he sighs, leaning down and placing his lips on my cheeks as he literally kissed my tears away.