Thankfully, Ellie seemed to understand, gaze falling once more to my cock, lips parting as she timed her movements with mine, pushing her fingers into her sweet cunt at the same pace. I watched as they disappeared inside her, and I imagined that was me. Andfuck?—
“Oh my God,” Ellie gasped, her eyes widening a little as I continued to work down my cock, my fist eventually hitting my base just as her fingers buried themselves completely in her hot little pussy.
God,what a dream.
“I know, El.” It was good, so good, better than good—amazing. “I know. Now, again.”
Ellie swallowed. Nodded. Watched as I slid my palm slowly back up to my head. Withdrew her fingers at the same pace.
And then down again.
Inside again.
Together again.
“I’m right here,” I reminded her. If she wanted me, I’d always beright here. “I’m right here, with you, inside you. Your pretty pussy takes me so good. Always so good, Eleanor.”
“I wish it was you,” she whined, her chest rising and falling with rapid breaths, her tits threatening to spill over the neckline of her dress, which had shifted, tugged lower. Holy hell, she was incredible. So goddamn incredible. “I wish I could feel you.”
“Itisme,” I promised. “Can you not feel me? I can feel you.”
Her eyes found mine, shining with something unnamed. We were close to something, so close. So I kept going, kept talking.
“I can feel how wet you are. How good you are. How sweet you are.” I was panting now, my chest matching the way Ellie’s heaved. We were in sync, our movements quickening, growing sloppier. “I can feel your breaths.” Because they were the same as mine. “I can feel your gaze.” Because it was on my cock again, studying how hard I was for her. “I can feelyou, Eleanor.”
Because you aremine.
Always.
Again.
“I can feel you, too.” It was a tiny mewl of a confession as her eyes grew wide, her fingers chasing her high. Sloppy. Wet. God, the noises she was making as she fucked herself with her fingers while imagining it was me…they were obscene. Glorious. Perfect.
“Shit, I can feel how close you are,” I groaned.
Because it was true. I couldtastethe closeness of her orgasm as I watched her muscles coil.
“Yes,” she panted, and I knew we were there. “Yes, yes, yes?—”
“Fuck, yes,” I emphasized.
Watching Eleanor come was my favorite fucking thing in the entire world. God, she was so beautiful the way her back arched, and her pupils dilated, and her breaths hitched. I’d never gotten to sit back and watch it like this, get a view like this, and I was in fucking awe. Of her, of this.
When her movements slowed and her body began to slump, I felt my own climax rise. I wanted nothing more than to ride the crest of her orgasm, feel the waves of her high wash over me. My gaze fixed on her fingers as she withdrew them from her soaked cunt, and I fixated on them, wanted them, needed them.Now.
“Come here,” I instructed, voice hoarse.
Ellie looked surprised by the command, but she didn’t hesitate. Within seconds, she was on her knees, crawling toward me.
“Let me clean you up. I just need to—” I broke off with a curse, feeling my body tighten, readying for release. Ellie’s gaze darkened, watching as I shakily grabbed her wrist with my free hand and brought her to my mouth. “Taste you. When I come,” I finished, seconds before I slipped her wet fingers between my lips and moaned around them.
A sharp gasp slipped out of Ellie, and I was—I was gone.
I was in heaven.
I was drowning in the taste of her, the feel of her, the closeness of her as she watched me, transfixed. My release coated the length of my cock as I continued to work it over, not ready to stop. I sucked on Ellie’s fingers, and she whispered my name, a sliver of reverence in her voice.
When my grip on her wrist loosened, she took over, pumping her fingers in and out of my mouth, gliding them across my tongue. Eventually, she slowed, dragging them out, moving at the same pace as the decrescendo of my climax. Gradual, sensual, reluctant.
