Thankfully, I have just enough resolve to not indulge in my fantasies tonight. My brain is on repeat, screaming:Don’t touch her.Yet, my feet still drag me in.
When I finally make it inside her bedroom, my mind goes completely silent. No warning bells, no rationality to speak of. Because Elyse Ledger is sprawled out on her bed in nothing but a red, lace thong. No bra, no sheets, nothing.
My knees shake on their own accord.
Definitely hell. Fucking worth it.
I’ve seen her body countless times, but we were younger. This—this is different. She’s a grown woman now. Her hips flare out more than they used to and her breasts look like they would fit in my hands perfectly. Not to mention her nipples are pierced—that’s new. She tugs on one of the studs when she catches me staring.
“Do you like them? It was kind of an impulsive decision.”
“Yeah.” My voice cracks. I swallow roughly. “They—they look really good.”
While toying with her breast, her eyes meet mine. “Want to touch them?”
Holy shit. I’m not sure I’m strong enough for this. Is any man strong enough to watch the woman of his dreams play with herself and beg to be touched? I deserve a fucking award right now.
“I can’t,” I croak out.
She giggles, and it morphs into a sexy little sigh. “Fine. Suit yourself.”
While one hand continues to play with her beautiful, pierced pink nipple, the other caresses down her abdomen,before dipping into her panties. Her back arches, followed by a moan, as her palm cups over her pussy.
I drag a hand down my face while my lungs squeeze, trying to find air. This may be the death of me.
“Dominic, baby, I’m so wet.”
I haven’t heard those sweet words leave her lips in so long, I nearly forgot how much they affect me. Stepping closer, I teeter on the edge of crossing some major lines.
“Show me,” I rasp.
She smiles up at me, and obliges by lifting her arm and fluttering her fingers in my face. They’re glistening, drenched from her soaking pussy. I catch a whiff, and like a goddamn drug addict, wish I could grab hold of her hand and inhale deeply, before licking them clean.
“Want a taste?” She wiggles her fingers again, and my mouth opens, so fucking hungry for her.
“Come on,” she teases. “Be a good boy and lick your reward.”
I can’t resist her, not when she’s like this. I’m only a man.
My hand wraps around her wrist, and her back bows like I touched between her thighs instead.
“Yes, please. Do it. Lick me.”
Fuuuuck.
Keeping my eyes locked onto hers, I dip my head and bring her fingers to my mouth. I hesitate, only because I know this is wrong. She’s drunk. It’s so wrong, but it feels so right too.
Her drenched fingers just so happen to be attached to the wrist with my name across it—a reminder that she’s always been mine.
Making the decision for me, Ellie shoves two fingers into my mouth. Instinctively, I suck on them, letting my tongue lap up the moisture.
My eyes roll back in my head. She tastes like honey; sweet,addictive. I want her taste on everything I consume for the rest of my life.
She pulls her hand away and laughs a sexy, husky sound. “I think you’ve had enough.”
Not even close to enough.
“Take off your panties. I want to see you,” I grit, blurring the lines of my morals.
