“Yeah?” I breathe.
“Oh yeah.” He lifts my skirt, his fingers grazing the skin of my thigh. “You have no idea.”
He kisses me, swallowing my gasp as his hand slides higher, hooking my panties to the side. His fingers find me, and I’m already wet, ready for him.
“Eli,” I moan, my head falling back against the wood.
“Fucking perfect,” he whispers against my neck, his fingers sliding through my folds. “So wet.”
He lifts my sweater, pushing it up to expose my breasts. I’m not wearing a bra and the cool air hits my skin, making my nipples pebble.
He dips his head, taking one into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the peak while his fingers continue to work between my legs.
The dual sensation is overwhelming. I buck my hips against his hand, seeking more friction, more pressure.
He sucks harder, his teeth grazing the sensitive skin, sending shockwaves down my spine.
“Come for me, Amber,” he commands softly, releasing my nipple to look me in the eye. “I want to feel it.”
He thrusts two fingers inside me, curling them just right, and his thumb presses down on my clit.
I shatter. My orgasm rips through me, intense and blinding. I cry out, my body convulsing, my hands clutching at his shoulders.
He rides it out with me, his fingers moving relentlessly, drawing every last drop of pleasure from my body until I’m limp and panting against the door.
“Fuck,” I whisper, my legs trembling.
“That’s what I like to hear,” he smirks.
He quickly strips off his sweater and T-shirt, tossing them aside. His chest is heaving, his muscles rippling as he fumbles with the button of his jeans. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a strip of foil packets.
I stare at them, then up at him, raising an eyebrow. “Presumptuous, aren’t you?”
He grins, unzipping his pants. “A man can hope. And besides, I’m an optimist.”
He drops to his knees in front of me, hooking his fingers into the waistband of my panties and sliding them down my legs. I step out of them, kicking them aside.
“Eli, what?—”
“Shh,” he murmurs, gripping my hips and lifting one of my legs over his shoulder. “I’m not done with you yet.”
He leans in and presses his mouth to my core.
I gasp, my hands flying to his hair to steady myself. He eats me out with the same focus and dedication as the last time.
He licks and sucks, exploring every inch of me, driving me higher and higher until I’m writhing against the door, my breath coming in ragged gasps.
“Eli, please,” I beg, not sure if I want him to stop or never stop.
He stands up, tearing open one of the condoms with his teeth. He rolls it on quickly, his jaw tight with restraint.
“Turn around,” he rasps.
I obey, turning to face the door, bracing my hands against the wood. He lifts my skirt again, positioning himself at my entrance.
“Tell me if you want to stop,” he says, his voice rough.
“Don’t stop,” I tell him. “Please, Eli. Fuck me.”
