Eliza’s breathing hitched as I leaned closer.
Knowing that I had any semblance of the same effect on her as she did on me overwhelmed me in a way I couldn’t describe. It was like I needed to dropeverythingto make her feel good. To hear my name on her lips again.
Maybe therewasa way to get her out of my system, but it wasn’t once. Hopefully, two, or three, or four times would be enough.
She took the vibrator from me with a smirk. “You want me to show you?”
In a split second, her confidence was back. Not that it’d really ever gone anywhere, but I noticed the way her shoulders fell and her lips parted to likely repeat that we shouldn’t do this. Maybe that would’ve been right thing for us to do, but I didn’twant her thinking I didn’t want her. That had never been my problem.
My problem was I wanted her too much.
“Are you sure you can handle it?” She bit down on her bottom lip, her other hand reaching to wrap around my shirt, tugging me toward the living room.
“No,” I said on a laugh, stumbling forward. “I likely won’t be able to handle it. I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you all weekend,” I admitted. “Your moans. My name on your lips. How fucking sexy you look taking my cock.” There was more, too, of course. Her laugh. Her witty humor. The way her eyes lit up. But I wasn’t sure if I could say that to her. She’d made itveryclear she only did casual.
I didn’t want to ruin what we had by saying something I shouldn’t.
“I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you, either.” Eliza pulled me into her, and my lips crashed against hers, our mouths moving feverishly. Her lips parted, and I swallowed her moans.
Before we got too carried away, I pulled back. “Couch,” I ordered.
The backs of her legs hit the edge, and she lowered her body, swinging her tanned legs around, so her back was propped up against the arm rest. “Bossy,” she murmured. She set the vibrator down for a moment to pull her sweatshirt over her head. She was in an olive-green tank top—if you could even call it that with how flimsy the straps looked—with matching pajama shorts. She looked at me, eyes wide and eager.
I had a feeling my past assessment of the men Eliza had been with was correct. Men—boys, rather—who weren’t sure how to handle a woman like her, who waited for her to tell them what to do. While we’d only had one night together, I gatheredthat Eliza liked a semblance power, but she also needed to relax and have someone else take control once in a while.
“Shorts off. Legs spread.”
When she followed without a challenge, giving me a view of her perfect pussy, I assumed she needed the latter tonight. I’d gladly take control and give her what she needed.
“Do you want to show me?” I asked, not wanting to push her if this was too much.
“Yes,” she rasped. “I want to show you.” She turned the vibrator on, moving it between her legs.
I sat on the other end of the couch, positioning myself in the corner so that I was facing her with my right arm draped over the back.
She teased her clit before slipping the vibrator inside with a moan. With her other hand, she lowered her tank top, exposing her full breasts and playing with her already tight nipples.
“T-this is what I was doing,” Eliza breathed. “I-I was thinking about you. Your fingers digging into my hips, feeling your breath on my neck. It’s…it’s not as big as you, but I was thinking about you fucking me and playing with my tits.” She pinched her nipple and tugged while her hand holding the vibrator sped up. Eliza’s back arched, and her head fell back with a moan, eyes fluttering closed. “I wasright there.”
“Fuck,” I groaned, shifting in my seat and running a hand over my erection. My cock strained painfully against the zipper of my jeans. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d beenthishard. It’d been seconds, and I was ready to explode.
“I’m—I’m close again,” she warned on a cry.
“Let me…” I licked my lips, my fingers itching to reach out and touch her, to spread her legs even further. “Let me help you finish.”
She lifted her head, slowing her motions and not getting herself to climax just yet. A beautiful, wicked smirk crossed herlips. “Do you want to taste me again? Have me moaning your name?”
“Yes.” I palmed my length, and her eyes followed the motion.
“Beg for it,” she purred, spreading her legs wider, continuing to move the vibrator and showing off the wetness glistening between her legs.
My cock throbbed at the sight, and my mouth watered from how she displayed herself for me. “Please, Eliza. Please let me taste you. Let me make you come.” I ran a hand over my stubbled jaw. “I need to taste you again. Need you on my tongue.” My eyes met hers again. “Please,” I begged, my voice rough and urgent.
She nodded eagerly. “Y-yes.” Her breath hitched. “Yes, make me come.”
I wrapped my hand around her calf, tugging her toward me and throwing her legs over my shoulders. I took the vibrator from her and turned it off before dropping it onto the floor. I was all for having toys in the bedroom, but in this moment, I wanted to remind Eliza how good I could make her feel.
“For the record,” I said, dipping my head between her legs and kissing along her inner thigh, “if you want me to make you come, all you have to do is knock on the door and ask.” Once I reached her center, I ran my tongue along her and groaned. “So damn delicious.”
