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His tongue hit the spot where her pulse beat wildly against her neck. Her legs pulled him roughly against her and he felt her hips rise up, grinding against his. She was begging for release, completely oblivious to how long he was going to drag it out for her.
He wanted her panting, begging, pleading for release.
Hannah felt a change. His passionate insistence turned more slow and gentle. His hand slowly ran down her side from breast to thigh and back up. Over and over. Her skin was burning from the feeling even beneath layers of clothes. Then she felt his hands slip up under her shirt, repeating the same motion on her bare skin. She trembled when his fingertips brushed the band of her bra and again when they fleetingly dipped into the waistband of her pants and touched the outline of her panties.
His weight lifted off of her slightly, allowing him more access. His hand brushed across her stomach, side to side, moving up and then down, hinting at touching where she wanted him to most but never doing it. Then his hands grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it upward, making her arms go above her head as she felt the material leave her body.
For a moment she felt self-conscious. No one had seen her that bare in more years than she cared to remember. But when she looked up at Elliott, his eyes soaking in her bare skin, her pink and gray lace bra, all insecurity flooded away in a rush of desire.
His hand brushed the lace of her bra and her back arched, pushing her breast into his hand. His thumb ran across the hardened point of her nipple, side to side. She moaned and felt a rush of electricity run from her breast to her groin. Her thighs clutched his legs in longing. He took the point between his thumb and forefinger, stroking it from the base upward and gently pinching.
Hannah reached up, grabbing the back of his neck and pulling him down toward her. He took her lower lip between his, sucking the swollen, sensitive flesh before running his tongue down her neck, tracing the line where the edge of her bra held her breast. Then before she realized what he was about to do, his mouth took her nipple within its depths, sucking roughly.
A gasp escaped her, her whole body jumping. His tongue lapped at her through the material. Then his hands slipped behind her back, grabbing the clasp and undoing it in one swift movement. He pulled the fabric, tossing it onto the floor.
He lifted his head to look down at her bare breasts, a groan escaping his lips. Her perfect dusky pink nipples were hard, the soft flesh of her breasts plump and perfect. His hand grabbed the breast he had been licking through the fabric. His lips dropped kissed from the center of her chest until he felt her nipple against his cheek.
She felt his hot, wet mouth take her bare nipple into his mouth and felt like something shattered within her. Her hips raked against the tip of his erection. Her hands grabbed the hair on the back of his head.
"Elliott... please..."
Elliott lifted his head from her breast at the sound of his name on her lips. It was the first time she had ever said it. And full of desire, breathless and pleading, he almost lost it then and there, ripped her pants and panties off and found both of their release.
He looked down in her big gray eyes, clouded with desire and need and confusion. He smiled a little, kissing her forehead. "No, not yet, baby," he whispered, his voice rough.
She whimpered and his mouth found her other nipple, making her back arch against him again. His hands ran across her waistband, side to side, dipping the tip of his finger underneath and retreating.
Hannah's fingers pulled at Elliott's hair until he released her nipple which felt wet and cold when the air hit it. He looked down at her, resting his arms on her sides, holding himself off of her from the waist up. Hannah's hands went to the front of his shirt, pulling at the knot in his tie until it came lose. She pulled the silky material and pulled it off, throwing it to the side. With shaking fingers, she slowly undid the buttons on his shirt. With each release, she could see more of his skin exposing itself to her. She felt Elliott's eyes watching her intently, but she kept her gaze on his chest. At last, the final button gave and his shirt fell open, revealing his tan skin over surprisingly toned chest and abdominal muscles. Her hand went out to touch him, enjoying the feel of his rough chest hair. She reached up, slipping her hands under the shoulders of the shirt and releasing the fabric.
Elliott sat up, kneeling over her at her waist. He pulled the shirt from his wrists and tossed it aside.
Hannah could see the outline of his rigid cock through his slacks. Her hands reached out to explore her curiosity. The tip of her finger barely brushed the tip of his erection when his hands grabbed both of her wrists, pushing them backward and over her head, pinning them to the bed. She groaned when his chest brushed against her supple breasts.
She pulled at her arms, wanting freedom to explore his body, to push him to the edge she felt herself suspended on. But his hands were too strong. She felt his leg push between her thighs, spreading them without his hands. His body weight shifted, pressing his cock against her wet heat.
"Ohhh," she cried out loudly enough to be heard through the house. Elliott grunted, looking down at her with heavy eyes.
Her thighs tried to wrap around him, grab his waist and pull him against her over and over until she found the release her body was screaming for. But Elliott pulled his hips back with a small smile on his face.
He released her arms, his hands reaching for the clasp of her pants. He released the button and pulled the zipper down. His hands gripped the waistband, pulling it roughly down. He moved quickly off of her and she felt the separation like sadness. He pulled her pants down over her legs and then off her ankles then laid down beside her.
She had a moment to realize that her gray and pink lace bra in no way matched her tan cotton panties. But when she felt Elliott's hand run down to find the dip in her hips, the thought flew out of her mind. She never realized how sensitive her body was before. She felt every nerve ending responding to his gentlest touch.
His fingers slipped underneath the light material and Hannah's whole body tensed. But he pulled away, grabbing her hip and coaxing her onto her stomach. His hands found her ponytail and gently pulled the elastic band down the length, releasing her long hair. He brushed it to the side, giving him an unobstructed view of her back. His lips found the nape of her neck and traced kisses all the way down her spine with the gentlest of pressure. She moaned when he got to the line of her panties and his tongue traced the line all the way back up.
His hand pulled the material off of her backside and she felt, shockingly, his lips plant a kiss on her ass before he turned her gently back over to face him. With his eyes on hers, he pulled her panties down.
She pulled her legs up, allowing them to slip over her thighs and knees and fall to oblivion around her ankle.
She kicked the material off and let her legs fall back against the mattress.
She was naked. The thought hit her suddenly, bringing with it a flood of embarrassment and uncertainty.
His eyes found hers and he saw the uncertainty and a hint of fear. He smiled at her slightly and his lips found hers, starting with gentle pressure and allowing it to build until he felt her body release its tension.
His fingers ran the length of her body, breast to knee, back up, then down once more to stop at her thigh and rest there. Then his hand dipped inward, grabbing her thigh and pulling it open. He pulled it under his leg and held it under his thigh. He pushed her other thigh outward until her most intimate part was spread open and bare.
Quickly, before she could even realize what was going to happen, she felt the tip of his finger find her hot slickness and stroke once upward. Her entire body spasmed at the sensation. A moan escaped her lips and her eyes sought his.
