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Once he’s done with my arms, I push myself up onto my elbows. I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror—wild-eyed, still panting, and an absolute mess.
I watch as Elliot sets the ropes to the side and climbs onto the bed. He doesn’t tell me what position to get into. He just takes me into his arms and flips me over so I’m on my hands and knees facing the foot of the bed.
Andfacing the mirror.
He moves me over a little to avoid the wet spot I left before smacking my ass, barely hard enough to hurt. I drop to my elbows and moan into the blankets as he massages the spot he hit.
“I need more,” I groan. That orgasm was strong enough to throw any patience I had left out the window. I want Elliot to do that to me again and again.
“But you’re doing so well for me,” he croons. A finger brushes over my entrance before barely pushing inside.
“More,Ell.”
With a click of his tongue,he removes his finger and strokes my ass. “Don’t you want to be my good girl, Wren?”
I scream into the mattress.
“I know you do.” Leaning forward, he kisses the small of my back. He works his way up my spine until his body is covering mine. In my ear, he whispers, “I know you can take it.”
I whimper as he straightens and goes back to torturing me. He plays with my clit lightly while watching my expressions in the mirror.
“At least take your clothes off?” I ask. “Please? I want to see you.”
He pulls his T-shirt over his head before working his pants and boxer briefs off his legs. “Better?”
“Much,” I say with a content sigh. I watch his reflection in the mirror, taking in every inch of bare skin I can see. His butterfly tattoo is visible on his ribcage, and I have to stop myself from turning around and running my fingers over it.
“Ell?”
“Hmm?”
“Please fuck me.”
He smiles and runs his hand over the curve of my ass. Based on how he’s been looking at me, I’m pretty sure he’s running out of self-control. At least, that’s my hope.
Elliot lines his cock up and just barely slides into me. “Touch your clit, and don’t stop until I tell you to.”
I lower myself so my cheek is resting on the blanket, and then I snake one hand underneath me. As I begin rubbing my clit, he slides in an inch, and then another.
“Elliot,ohmygod.”
“I know,” he murmurs. He keeps one hand braced on my hip, and with the other, he strokes the backs of his fingers over my ass.
“Please don’t stop,” I whisper. When he finally slides out and then all the way back in, I gasp.
“Just relax.” His voice is low and soothing as he fucks me with slow, even thrusts. “I’ve got you.”
“I—Ican’t.Elliot, it feels too good.”
He keeps moving inside of me, and I feel myself clamping down on his cock. It makes him swear under his breath, and he finally picks up his pace. “Shit, Wren.”
I move my hips to meet his thrusts. Every movement, every touch, pulls me deeper into a state of palpable need. My moans fill the air as I move my fingers faster.
So close. God, so close.
“Stop,” Elliot says.
It almost kills me, but I let my hand fall onto the mattress.
