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Sitting the food down on the kitchen island, I expect to see Eli lounging on the couch in the living room, but he’s nowhere in sight.
I go upstairs and peek into the girls’ room. They are both sound asleep. I could stare at them all night. Perfect little angels. The type of love I feel for them doesn’t compare to anything I’ve ever felt before. It’s different… but amazing.
Eli must have crashed early. Quietly, I open his bedroom door so I can grab the baby monitor. That’s when I hear the shower running and what sounds like skin slapping through the cracked ensuite door.
My mind reels and my heart races, and when I hear the moan of my name carry through the door, all the blood in my body rushes to my core. Unable to stop myself, I move just enough to where I can see his reflection in the mirror.
My nipples harden and my panties are soaked at the sight of Eli standing at the edge of the open-concept shower. The water is running behind him, but he’s completely dry and laser-focused on his phone that’s propped up on the counter. His thick cock is in his hand as he strokes it hard, then slow.
Thick and hard —Eli Barton is the most tantalizing, mouth-water thing I have ever seen.
“Yeah, greedy girl… take it in that perfect ass. Fuck, you’re so tight.” And that’s when I realize what he’s looking at on his phone. It's a picture I sent him one night when we were having phone sex. I spread my ass cheeks and set my phone on self-timer so he had a view of everything… and I meaneverythingfrom the back.
“You can take it… all of it,” Eli grunts out, and I cross my legs, trying to control the ache and keeping myself from going to him.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Come for me, Queenie.”
The sound of my name on his lips has me opening the bathroom door. So caught up in the moment, he doesn’t notice me until I'm right in front of him—stunned speechless as he takes me in.
Don’t think, Q… just take what you want, what you’ve always wanted.
I pull the top of my dress down, exposing my breasts to the steamy air.
“Q,” he hisses, and then I drop to my knees in front of him. Eli closes his eyes briefly when I replace his hand with mine. His cock is so red and angry, precum already smeared on the tip.
“Quinn, you don’t have to do this.” His voice is strained, like he’s at war with himself.
“I want this… don’t make me beg.”
“Never, baby.” His whispered term of endearment causes a different type of internal flutter.
I start moving my hand back and forth lazily. “Tell me, E… were you thinking about the first time I let you take my ass?”
His hips jerk at the thought.
“I think about it every time I use my vibrator. The same one you used in my pussy while you were inside my ass.” The memory has me biting my lip before I take him all the way down my throat. Sputtering at the size of him, I pull back and look up at him. Eli’s eyes roll into the back of his head until he gains control and runs his hands through my hair, still letting me work him at my pace.
“Fuck, Quinn. The memories on repeat in my mind don’t do this mouth justice.” His encouraging praise has me feeling ravenous. I let his erection fall from my lips. Opening my mouth wide, he knows what I want.
He takes his cock in his hand and slaps it against my tongue. Again, and again. I swear I almost come with just the friction of my thong on my clit.
Eli pauses. “Take your dress off.” I do as I’m told, and he pulls my underwear down. When he scoots us over slightly, I notice his gaze fall past me. Looking into the full-length mirror behind us, I see exactly why he wanted me this way. I play into it, bending over as I take him back into my mouth so he can see all of me.
“Fucking hell, greedy girl. I see how wet you are from here. And that tight little puckered hole looks like it wants to be fucked again, too.” I moan around his cock, massaging his balls. I feel a drop of sweat roll down my back… I don’t think I have ever been so fucking desperately turned on.
“Tell me, Queenie, have you given that ass to anyone else?” His possessive question only spurs me on. I keep swallowing him down my throat until I finally relent and shake my head.
“Only you, E.” His body shudders at my admission, and within seconds of me sucking again, he is moaning my name and coming down my throat.
“Fuck, Q… this mouth,” he praises, running his fingers across my lips as I squirm, still on my knees but needing release more than anything else. Eli reaches into the shower and shuts off the faucet. Bending down, he lifts me into his arms, carrying me back into his room and tossing me on the bed.
“Don’t worry, baby, I see you trying to ease the ache. I’m going to make it all better.”
Then he’s on his knees, pulling me to the edge of the bed. I notice he tries to slow himself down, recalling exactly how I like it, but right now, I just want his mouth on me any way I can get it.
Eli pauses as his tongue gets the first taste of me. His eyes close and he licks his lips… savoring the flavor. “Thank fuck,” he groans in appreciation, causing me to be a writhing mess under him.
He swoops back down, his slow and steady licks driving me crazy in the best fucking way. “Fuck, E… I’m going to come so fast. Yes, yes, just like that,” I whimper as he circles my clit. The perfect rhythm.
