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I make a mental note of that and continue my explorations, kissing each side of her hips. When I press an open-mouthedkiss to the material covering her cunt, my lips go wet from her arousal. She’s so turned on, she’s soaked her bikini bottoms.
Instead of having her remove them, I pull the strings myself and watch as the front triangle flops downward, exposing her neatly trimmed pussy.
“Put your feet on the counter.”
She does as I say, and her lips spread slightly, her arousal glistening in the light.
“Fuck, Kitten. You’re dripping.”
My words must embarrass her because she attempts to close her legs, but I’m not having it. “Keep ’em open,” I order. “I’m about to eat this pussy, and when I’m done, you’ll be sitting in a fucking puddle.”
“Oh, Jesus,” she groans as she spreads those toned, tanned legs wider, giving me the perfect opening to put my face between them and eat the hell out of her.
I could easily focus on her clit and bring her to a climax quickly, but instead, I make a show of feasting on her, sucking her juices, licking everywhere but the spot that will set her off. She moans and begs, but it’s not until her fingers delve into my hair and demands I make her come that I finally give her what she craves. I glide the flat of my tongue up her center until I settle on her clit, massaging it in slow circles until she’s coming all over my tongue, her juices sliding down and covering the counter just as I predicted.
Without waiting for her to come down from her high—because I need to be inside her right fucking now—I pull my sweats down, then pull her toward me, so her ass is hovering off the counter. Her eyes widen, and her body tenses, and I stop in my place, remembering her past.
“Hey,” I say, making her expressive green eyes look at me, “you’re here with me. In my penthouse, on my kitchen counter,about to be fucked until you come for a third time all over my cock.”
She nods in agreement, her body instantly relaxing, and I take that as my cue to slowly guide my hard shaft into her hole. With our eyes staying locked on each other, I lean over and kiss her softly, then murmur against her lips, “Wrap your arms and legs around me.” The night we were together, she never said it, but I could tell she preferred to be on top and in control. And now that I know what she went through, it makes sense.
Once our bodies are flush, I lift and carry her over to the couch, sitting on it with my cock still inside her. The position forces me to go deeper, and Ellie moans in pleasure.
“That feel good?” I ask, reinforcing that it’s me inside her and not one of those fuckers from years ago.
“Yes,” she breathes, “so good.” She’s now completely relaxed, confirming my suspicions. When those fuckers raped her, she had no control, but when she’s on top like this, it makes her feel like she has all the power—and I’m completely okay with that.
“When you’re ready, I want you to move,” I tell her, squeezing the curves of her hips gently. “Find what feels good.”
She visibly swallows, and then a few seconds later, she starts to move. While I let her do her thing, I focus my attention on her rosy nipples, leaning forward and licking them. When my lips wrap around the hardened peak and I bite down, her walls tighten, telling me she’s close—which is good, since I haven’t had sex since I was with her, meaning I won’t be able to last much longer.
“I...I can’t,” she whines, her hips rolling and grinding. She’s new to this, and she knows what feels good, but it’s not always easy to get there, especially like this.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, taking over from the bottom and searching for her sweet spot. I know I’ve found it when she moans and begs me not to stop. I keep going, hitting the spotuntil she’s screaming out my name, her walls choking my cock like a vice and sending me over the edge right along with her.
It’s when we’ve both caught our breaths and she attempts to climb off me—the mixture of our cum sliding out of her and down my dick and balls—that it hits me what we just did, and what’s worse, it only took mere hours of her staying with me for it to happen.
“I’m gonna go clean up,” she says, sounding off.
Before I can say anything, though, she’s padding across the marble floor and disappearing down the hall to her room, the sound of the door slamming closed echoing behind her.
I should go after her to make sure she’s okay, but I’m frozen in place, wondering not for the first time what the fuck I’m doing.
I ate her.
Fucked her.
Gave her three goddamned orgasms.
It was good. No, fuck that...It was amazing. Just as I remembered it being with her. Better this time because I could see her.
It wasn’t enough. I already want her again. I’m addicted.
And that sucks because it can’t happen again.
Because she’s off-limits.
Fuck.
