Slipping his fingers between her panties and her pussy, he paused to inhale. He’d wanted to touch her, to worship her, to make her come for so damn long that he could commit every single detail to memory. She reached for him like she needed him, kissing his skin with her gentle touch.
As pretty as her underwear was, he made light work of them, tossing her panties and bra to the floor on top of her dress and settled between her thighs. Spreading her lips with one hand, he blew on her clit. Goosebumps spread across her stomach and she arched her spine, angling her pelvis so her pussy was closer to his face.
Instead of relenting to her need, he blew on her again. With his free hand he skimmed the pad of his finger on her clit, dragging it through her arousal, enjoying her groan when he circled her opening but didn’t slip inside her. Her muscles twitched.
“Elliott, p-p-please.” She reached again, but when he bent his head away from her, her fist met the bed with a frustrated puff of air.
He drew his tongue through her folds, savoring her sweet arousal and lapped once at her clit. A long, slow stroke with his flat tongue. Her body jolted as she arched her hips and gripped his hair.
“Shhhhhh. Patience. I want to take my time and enjoy you, Ceecee. We aren’t in a hurry, just enjoy it.” He licked her again, walking his fingers up the sides of her soft, smooth body, skimming over her plush middle, the bumps of her ribs, and across her chest until he found her already hard nipples.
Quickly finding a rhythm, he ate her delicious pussy and nipped, tugged, and caressed her plump tits with his thumbs and forefingers at the same time. Her slow and even breaths turned into ragged, sharp intakes of breath as her body quivered and jerked under him.
“I’m close.”
He hummed against her soaking pussy and pulled back his right hand from her nipple. “Are you ready for my fist, Clare?”
A shudder rippled through her. “Fuck, yes.”
She balled her hands in the sheet at her sides as he sank his fingers into her. Three at first, but quickly added the fourth, and when she moaned, he tucked his thumb, pushing against the pressure from her walls and curled his hand into a fist inside her.
His dick was rock hard against the soft sheets, if he moved even a little, he’d probably get enough friction to blow his load. As he pushed his fist further inside her, her muscles tightened and she lifted her hips from the bed. He might never get his hand back. He tried to ease it back and forth but her pussy had his arm in a goddamn death grip.
“More.” Her plea was accompanied by her nails scratching on the bed by her sides, he’d make sure they dragged across his skin before the end of the night. “Please Eli. Harder.”
He pumped his fist inside her in slow, measured strokes, pausing to savor her contracting muscles gripping his forearm. But the more her hips bucked to meet him, the faster his movements grew. He flicked her nipple with his hand and her clit with his tonguebefore opening his fist and pushing his fingers against her g-spot.
She stilled for a fraction of a second, but then her legs gripped his head with a force that might be concerning if he wasn’t so focused on making her come undone on his tongue.
He grinned as her body jerked and tremored. Her hands clutched at his hair with such an urgency that even if she did cut off the oxygen to his body with her thighs, he’d find a way to stay alive long enough to keep going until she came.
It was his only goal left in life. To taste her cum on his face as she screamed his name, and he’d stop at nothing to accomplish it. Nothing else mattered.
Her entire body tensed as her moans escalated to a chorus of “yes” and his name, over and over, like she was chanting him across the finish line. She came on a wail as her nails dug into his scalp, and her legs pinned him against her pussy with such strength he was almost worried he’d get stuck there.
If there was a better place to get stuck, he hadn’t found it.
As her body softened, he slid his hand from her and dropped kisses up her thighs, over her hip bones, taking a moment to pause over her C-section scar and dot a line of kisses along it. “I know it’s easier said than done.” He kissed his way back over the scar. “But you need to be kinder to your body. It’s been through a lot. It’s made actual people, Ceecee. You should treasure it.”
Trailing his tongue up the side of her belly button, he smiled as her body sagged deeper into the mattress, and her eyes fluttered shut. His painfully hard dick pressed against her thigh as he moved along her body, enjoying the fine sheen of sweat coating her skin. He dragged his tongue across her collarbone and up the curve of her neck, a vibration passed through her, and he repeated the movement.
He nipped at her earlobe before working his way around her jaw and finally capturing her mouth with his. Her fingers sank into his shoulders, pulling him against her, and between deep and passionate kisses she told him she was on birth control.
Her body shook with laughter and their foreheads knocked together as she giggled.
Pulling back he searched her face. “What? I can’t say I’ve ever been laughed at in bed before.”
“I told you I was on birth control. But it didn’t make a damn bit of difference when I got pregnant.”
He chuckled and brushed his nose against hers. “And here I was thinking you were laughing at my manhood.”
She kissed him, and her warmth spread throughout his chest and into his limbs like the sun peeking out from behind a cloud. “There’s absolutely nothing laughable about what’s pressed up against my thigh, Eli. Though if you don’t get inside me soon, we’re going to have a problem.”
Hooking his hands behind her knees he shifted her weight down the bed and spread her legs apart. His pulsing cock rested between her lips, ready, aching, straining to slide inside her.
Cupping his face in her hands, she frowned. “What is it?”
He shook his head. “I’ve wanted this for such a long time, Clare. I just want to appreciate every second.”
