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"It feels so fucking good, Wilkes. You're driving me crazy, baby."
Holly kept her eyes on his face, eager to watch him come undone by her mouth. He kept his hand on the back of her head as she moved, and his short gasps gave way to longer, desperate pants of breath.
"Sweetheart." He let out a long, ragged groan. "I'm coming. Oh, fuck. Holly."
She backed off at the last moment, keeping her hand wrapped around him as he came.
Eli sank back onto the bed, breathing hard. "Holy shit," he muttered, covering his face with his hands. "That was fucking incredible."
Holly grabbed some tissues from a box on the nightstand and pressed them into his hand before climbing up onto the bed.
He cleaned himself off and tossed them into a trashcan before pulling her tightly against him.
"Hey," he said softly. "You're shivering."
"It’s cold in here." She buried her head in the crook of his arm. "You're so warm."
"Hold that thought. I'll turn down the air." He got out of bed and walked over to a panel on the wall.
Damn, his ass was incredible, and those thighs...
Holly climbed beneath the covers and held them up for him to slide underneath when he returned.
"Come here," he whispered, pulling her into his arms. "Let me get you warmed up."
"You're like a furnace." She cuddled close against him. "This is so nice."
"It's more than nice. It's fucking perfect. Just like you."
"Eli, I'm not perfect." She laughed softly and brushed her cheek against his. "I'm so far from perfect, I'm not even on the map."
"Bullshit. All I see is the perfect woman. With a perfect face, perfect hair, and a perfectly gorgeous body that gets me hard with just one look."
"More lines?" she asked, smiling as she traced her fingers along his lower lip.
He pushed a lock of hair away from her face. "No, sweetheart. Just the truth. I promise."
Holly pulled him down on top of her for a kiss and let herself get caught up in it: the way his tongue brushed softly against hers, the feel of his playoff beard against her skin, the deliciously intoxicating light scent of his cologne, and the way his fingers traced down along her body, coming to rest on the curve of her hip.
She pressed her thighs together again, not even realizing she'd made a sound when he eased her legs apart.
"Let me take the edge off," he urged, pressing a kiss to her neck. "I'll be ready to go any second, but you deserve my undivided attention first. Besides, the last thing I want to do is hurt you. I need you slick and ready for me."
Holly guided his hand between her thighs, and he sucked in a breath as his fingers slipped beneath her panties.
"Fuck, sweetheart. You're soaked."
"Touch me. I need you to touch me."
"I can'twaitto touch you," he said, tugging her underwear down over her thighs.
He pulled her closer, brushing her clit gently with the pad of his index finger, then teasing and touching her until she let out a soft moan. He eased two fingers inside of her and began to stroke her, deep and slow, and she let her legs fall open.
"Prettiest pussy I've ever seen," he said, kissing her neck. "So pretty, honey. God, I can't wait to taste you. I know you'll taste so sweet. You're so fucking tight, too."
Holly arched her back and let out a soft gasp as his fingers went even deeper. "Eli."
"You like it deep like that?"
