I gasped and fought to stay still, to let him explore my body, but right then it was the hardest thing I’d ever done. He slid his thumb up and back several times, spreading my arousal, sliding over my throbbing clit, playing with me, exploring. Then after one more press and slide through my aching lips, he took his thumb away and sucked it into his mouth. His eyes drifted shut, a moan rumbling from his massive chest, and he licked it clean.
His eyes shot open, and his hands went to my hips, fingers digging in a second before he jerked me closer and buried his face between my thighs. I cried out when his mouth made contact with my swollen flesh, when he opened his lips around my entrance and dragged his tongue over me. I fell to my elbows, knocking his empty beer bottle over. He sucked and licked, kissing me like he’d kissed my mouth the day before. His nose bumped my clit, and I whimpered, hand going to his head, fisting his hair, unable to stop myself from grinding against him. He growled, and the sound vibrated through me.
Holy shit.
He tormented me for the longest time, until I was near out of my mind. Then, finally, he pushed a thick finger inside me, his lips wrapping around my clit, sucking at the same time. I hadn’t expected it, and fire washed through me. I screamed at the rough, delicious intrusion. My orgasm slamming into me hard and fast. I squeezed my thighs closed around his head, while I arched, rubbing my spasming sex against his face. His hands went to my ass and held me there, eating me like he couldn’t get enough, keeping me there, spiraling out of control, at the mercy of his wicked tongue.
Finally I collapsed back, flat on the table, trying to catch my breath. Eli was still between my thighs, gently kissing and licking me, nuzzling my inner thigh, sucking my skin.
When one of his hands left my hip, I mustered the energy to look down my body at him. He’d dropped it between his legs, frantically working his zipper. I couldn’t see his cock from my position, but I knew when he’d freed it and started jacking. It was thrilling that putting his mouth on me got him that worked up, that when he was with me like this, he forgot everything but the way I made him feel. But I didn’t want him coming in his hand, not this time. I wanted that big cock inside me. I didn’t know if he wanted the same thing, if he wanted to go that far, but I found myself tightening my grip in his hair.
“Eli…”
He didn’t hear me. Mouth still at my thigh, nuzzling me as he worked himself.
I pushed myself up. “Eli, stop…”
He stilled, eyes lifting to mine, lids hooded, heavy, confused. “Did I… Did I do something…?”
“You did nothing wrong.” I quickly added, “You’ve done everything right.” I sat up, steadying myself with one hand on his shoulder, the other cupping his whiskered jaw, and held his hungry gaze. “Do you want to fuck me, Eli?”
He sucked in a rough breath through his nose. “Yes,” he said instantly. The dark hunger I saw in him intensified. Jesus, I’d never been this hot for anyone, not ever. “But are you…are you sure?”
I slid my thumb over his bottom lip, and though he’d stopped stroking his cock, I noticed the way he squeezed his fist around the wide base, the way his mouth parted when he did. His tongue darted out, tasting my skin, and I shivered. “I want you inside me, Elijah.” Sliding off the table, forcing him to sit back, I grabbed the bottom of my dress and dragged it over my head. “Badly.”
His hand dropped away from his cock, and he leaned back, inviting me to climb onto his lap. His scent wrapped around me, the sound of his ragged breaths. I moved between his thighs and pulled off his shirt, tossing it aside, then climbed on, straddling him. His chest was pumping rapidly, his breaths shaky and harsh.
“Okay?”
He nodded, his hands going to my waist.
The crisp hair on his chest abraded my nipples, making them tighten to aching peaks, and the impressive ridge of his cock dragged over my bare flesh. I groaned and slid my arms around his neck. “I love the way you feel pressed up against me like this,” I whispered, trembling with how much I wanted him. I touched his face, my fingers on his cheek, thumb sliding over his chin, and leaned in to kiss him. One of his arms banded around me instantly, lips meeting mine without hesitation. I opened my mouth over his, sliding my tongue inside. He groaned, then he was kissing me back. Deep licks, fucking my mouth. He growled when I sucked his tongue, his hand dropping to my ass, squeezing hard enough to hurt but instead it felt so damn good. He held me there, the underside of his cock spreading me, grinding against me, grazing my clit.
He kissed my chin, my throat. “Darlin’,” he rasped against my neck. “Please…please…I can’t…” He hissed, humping against me. “I want inside, let me inside, sweetheart.”