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When she reaches between us and palms my throbbingcock, that’s when I know that we have to get this show on the road. I refuse to fucking come in my pants before I have a chance to get inside of her.
I reach for the thin straps of her dress, tugging them down her shoulders until her plump breasts are free, her pink nipples begging to be kissed and sucked. Before she has a chance to blink, I’m on her. I lower my head, pulling one of her pebbled buds between my teeth before suctioning my lips around her nipple.
“Elliot,” she whimpers, gripping my cock tighter.
I take my time, showing her other breast the same attention. I gently kiss over the marks I made last night, licking and soothing the sore spots. I suck harder on the empty spots, wanting to mark every inch of her skin. I swirl my tongue around her nipples and under the full curve of her breasts, savoring all of her.
I lose track of time as I make love to her perfect tits, so much so that my spine stiffens when I feel her hot palm brush against my bare dick.
Holy fuck that feels good.
I look down to see that she’s unbuttoned my pants and taken me out, my heavy cock bobbing against the hem of my dress shirt as her delicate fingers stroke me.
“Elliot,” she moans, staring at my dick with lust-filled eyes as she pumps me.
“What, baby?” I rasp, thrusting my hips up into her hand. “Tell me what you want.”
“I…I want this,” she says breathlessly, biting down on her bottom lip as she watches herself stroke me.
“You want what?” I repeat, needing to hear her say the words. “Tell me, and I’ll give you whatever you want.”
“I…I want your cock,” she rasps before lowering her hand to fondle my balls.
The sight of her dress pulled halfway down, her perfectly round tits on display, and her small hand wrapped around my cock has me ready to fucking explode.
“Fuck,” I curse, sliding my hands beneath her ass to pick her up. “You’re so damn sexy.”
Her legs wrap around my waist as I carry her to the bed. Before I have a chance to lower her to the mattress, she’s ripping—literallyrippingmy shirt apart. Buttons go flying as the fabric splits, revealing my bare chest and abs.
She stares at me silently, her eyes going wide as she tugs down the shirt until it’s discarded on the floor. She brings her palms to my skin, her fingers exploring the lines and ridges of my chest and torso like it’s her own personal treasure map.
“You’re beautiful, Elliot,” she whispers as her eyes flicker up to mine. “So beautiful.”
Beautiful.
I’ve been called a lot of things in regard to my looks, but never…beautiful. Typically, I would associate the termbeautifulwith a woman. But hearing Roxanne use it to describe me causes my heart to tighten. I think it’s because the term isn't sexual in nature. It’s not what would be considered dirty talk. It’s a much more intimate word. And she used it to describe me.
I dip my head, placing a featherlight kiss to her lips.
“If I’m beautiful, then there’s not a word in the English language to describe you,” I rasp. “You’re unreal, Roxanne. Fucking unmatched. No one compares to you,” I add, shaking my head. “No one.”
Her eyes dart between mine before she grips the back of my neck and slams her lips to mine. I groan as her tongue parts my lips, seeking out my own.
She sucks on my tongue while I slip my fingers into the waistband of my slacks and push down my pants and boxers in one fell swoop. My hard dick slips and slides against her satindress as we make out, and I can only imagine how fucking good it’s going to feel to be inside of her.
“Wrap your legs tight around my waist,” I demand between kisses. “I’m going to let go of you for a second.”
She pulls back and stares at me through knitted brows.
“Why?” she breathes.
“Because I need to get this dress off of you,” I reply in a husky tone. “I need you naked. I don’t want anything between us.”
“Oh,” she stammers, quickly tightening her legs around my waist. Her lower belly pushes against my body, trapping my dick between our naked torsos. God, the friction is indescribable.
I reach for the silk dress bunched around her hips, fisting the fabric and slowly sliding it up her body.
“Lift,” I demand in a soft tone as she raises her arms above her head.
