His lips feathered across my clit, and my hips bucked uncontrollably. "Oh God!"
He groaned and lapped his tongue over me, once, twice, many times more, until I was squirming and lifting my legs to clamp around his head. It was just too much. The sensation of his tongue, the emotion of finally giving in … the tensing of my muscles as stars exploded in front of my eyes.
"Fuck! That's it, babe, let go."
I writhed and bucked as he gently held me down and took me to one of the most intense peaks I'd ever been to, my heart pounding, my body flushed with heat. "Oh shit. Oh wow. Lots. Wowww … " my voice trailed off as he stood, unbuckled his belt and jeans, and pulled them down, taking his boxer shorts with him them and allowing his cock to spring free.
I lifted my head, which felt like a lead weight, and moved upright to lean on my elbows, biting my lip and panting for the taste and feel of him in my mouth.
"Jesus, Danielle, don't look at me like that or I'll come before I want to."
Shaking my head, I moved to my hands and knees, eyeing him devilishly as I crawled toward him. His cock twitched as I neared, his crown swollen and glistening. I wrapped my hand around it and stuck out my tongue, dragging it slowly up his shaft until I had him completely in my mouth.
He groaned, gutturally; a sound that could find its way into your marrow and stay there. And I wanted it to. Forever. I wanted to remember this moment for as long lived, a moment where I controlled his pleasure, his pain, his everything.
Moaning, I released him from my mouth, his pre-cum and my thirst the perfect wetness to pump him vigorously, which I did, alternating between quick sucks and light teasing licks.
"Stop! Fuck. I need inside you … now!"
I needed him inside me now as well, my inner thighs drenched in anticipation. Elliot guided my shoulders to meet his, his mouth finding mine with a ferocity that stole my ability to call any more shots. I was his - all his - to do with as he pleased.
Lifting me and lying me down, Elliot moved my legs to brace his hips as he slowly pressed into me.
My head fell back. "Ohhhhhh."
He kissed my neck and rocked into me, slowly. Deeply. I could feel him with every stretch, push and pull, and it felt so damn good.
"Perfect. Just … perfect."
I smiled and touched his jaw, his hair dangling over his sweat-dampened forehead, his eyes full of what I knew mine were full of … love.
"Somehow," I said, choking on a sob. "Somehow I've always known, even without knowing, that we would be together like this. I can't explain how, I-"
"You don't need to explain." He turned his head and kissed my palm. "Ever. Because I know. I've always known."
Elliot's pace picked up, his eyes intensifying as we both climbed. And when my eyes fell shut under the immense pleasure exploding within, he groaned and released into me, slumping his hard, immaculate body on top of mine as we both rode out our orgasms, tangled around one another.
Legs, arms, body, heart, and soul.
"So, you're afraid of storms and water, too, huh?" Danielle asked, as she draped her arm across my chest and snuggled into my side.
Her skin was soft, warm and tacky from sex, and I fucking loved how her breasts peeled from my chest every time she shuffled to get comfortable.
Holding her tighter, I admitted what I knew she would understand but something I seldom admitted to anyone. "Yeah. I find it really difficult to be outside during a storm. But at home, twenty-five stories above ground, it's not so bad."
She lifted her head and stared at me, comprehension bursting from her sad eyes. "Is that why you live in an apartment? Because it feels safer?"
I didn't have to say yes; she knew the answer.
"I'm terrified of storms, especially at night. I have to turn my iPad on and listen to Metallica as loud as I can stand just to block out the thunder and sound of heavy rain." She shuddered. "I hate them. I really hate them. I want to move to a desert."
"Chile. There's a port city there that experiences little to no annual rainfall."
She giggled. "You're so sexy when you're all brainy and shit."
"Really?" I waggled my eyebrows at her. "Want to know what it's called?"
"Sure."
I leaned down and whispered, "Iquique."
"What? Did you just say 'I'm kinky'?"
"No. E … key key. Iquique. It borders a desert and ocean. We should go live there right away."