“Well, then we have a difference of opinion, beautiful,” he purrs against the crease of my leg. “I’ve been thinking about eating you out for days.”
His fingers part me, and I close my eyes with embarrassment and resignation. Even though he’s blown my mind before, I don’t—
An electric shock ripples through me as his mouth closes over my clit, and my back bows. He pulls the bundle of nerves deeper, and my legs go rigid, jackknifing straight out.
He wrecks me…utterly ruins me. His tongue, lips and teeth are ruthless as they lick, suck and pull at my clit and all the sensitive, dripping parts below. He laps me up like he’s starving, and his hunger feeds my need. He pushes a finger into me, and my inner muscles grip it hard. He hums with appreciation, then thrusts another finger…then another until I’m full. Then very leisurely he pumps me while he toys with my clit with his lips and tongue.
Thick syrupy pleasure pulls me down, and I just…sink. My breathing grows ragged; I can’t think of anything but the electric sensations, the relentless drive to an orgasm I know will be just as shattering as the one before.
His thumb replaces his mouth at my clit and the fingers depart. He lowers his face, his tongue driving into me.
Whatever awkward embarrassment I might have had is burned away by the heat in my blood. Sweat mists over my skin. I’m coming apart at the seams, and just want more. The intensity of my greed stuns me even as my hips grind against his face.
“Please…just a little more…” I hear myself beg in a voice I don’t recognize. If it ends now, I’ll probably die on the spot.
He increases the tempo and power. His thumb moves rapidly over my clit, and I come undone, a low, guttural cry tearing from my throat. My hair sticks to my humid skin, and the aftershocks wring my body dry.
He comes up, pushing me toward the headboard, and I just go with it, utterly boneless. His mouth is shiny with my juices, and it crashes over mine in a brutal kiss. It’s unthinkably indecent, but the combination of my taste and his is too heady, too right.
I’m drunk on pleasure, drunk on our flavor. My arms wrap around his neck. I want to make him feel as good as he made me.
He tugs at my nipple, then swallows my cries. My legs move against his restlessly. He’s still in his slacks, and I’m desperate for the feel of his bare skin against mine.
His hands wrap around my wrists, imprisoning me. He traps my nipple between the flat of his tongue and the roof of his mouth. His cheeks hollow, and I strain at the stark delight. The sensory overload feels like torture…crazy-hot, mind-blowing torture.
He switches his attention to my other nipple until it too is glistening and beaded.
I part my legs, cradling his cock. I’m beyond caring, beyond embarrassment. I want him with a kind of uncontrollable madness that would frighten me if I weren’t so turned on.
“Please…”
“Fuck. I can’t wait,” he says.
“Then don’t.” I spread my legs even wider.
His glittering eyes on my face, he reaches blindly for the nightstand and pulls out a condom. He doesn’t bother to take off his clothes. He pushes his pants and boxers just low enough, sheathes himself with the rubber, and drives into me with a single powerful stroke.
I cry out.
He feels huge, almost uncomfortable. I clench and unclench around him, trying to adjust to his size. His forehead rests on mine. Sweat beads along his hairline and temples, and harsh breaths gust over my skin.
“You feel so damn good,” he says. “Better than I imagined.”
“So do you,” I whisper. And that’s true. Now used to the invasion, it feels amazing to have him inside me, connected like this.
He cups my ass in his big, hot hands. “I don’t think I can go slow.”
“Then don’t.”
His eyes narrow. “It may not be good for you.”
I almost laugh. “It’s already been great.”
He gives me a slow smile, pulls out almost all the way until only the tip of his cockhead remains inside, then drives into me with all his weight. The power of his thrusts shocks me to the core. The bright lust in his gaze and the frantic movements fuel my hunger. The friction of his cock rubbing against my inner walls sends frissons of pleasure through my body, and all too soon tension begins to coil in my belly again.
The muscles in his arms bulge. Sweat drips from him, and he clenches his teeth as he keeps stroking into me. I clutch him. I can’t believe I’m already so hot and primed. It’s as though the previous orgasm was just an appetizer.
Control tightens his stunning face, and then I feel a finger on my rosette.
The sensation is too much, and I scream his name as ecstasy crashes into me like a freight train. Elliot groans deep in his throat. He drives into me one last time, and I feel him pulsing. The tendons in his neck stand out, and a dark flush suffuses his face as he squeezes his eyes shut. He buries his head at the crook of my neck, his breath heating the skin there.