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She was a vision beneath him—flushed and disheveled, the blonde curls spread over the pillow, glasses askew on her nose. Her cries of pleasure were the sweetest music to his ears.
He gave one final thrust before he shattered completely, his climax ripping through him in blinding pulses.
“Fuck,” he panted, easing himself out of her to lie beside her on the bed. “I need a moment.”
Ellie propped herself up on her elbow, chuckling softly as she traced lazy circles over his chest. “Can’t keep up with me, Holden?”
“Keep up with you? Ellie Summers, I can run circles around you,” he teased back, rolling onto his side to face her. His gaze dropped to her parted lips and then lower still, lingering on her bare breasts. Her heart pounded visibly in her chest; he could see the rapid rise and fall.
Cal reached out and cupped one of the soft mounds in his hand, his thumb gently brushing her hard nipple. She gasped in surprise and pleasure, and he took that as an invitation. He leaned in, gently sucking on that sensitive peak. She tangibly shivered as his tongue swirled around it before giving it a gentle bite.
“Cal...” she moaned softly, threading her fingers through his hair to hold him close.
He shifted his attention to the neglected breast, lavishing it with equal affection before kissing and nibbling his way down her stomach. Ellie squirmed underneath him, anticipation causing her muscles to tense as he continued his journey lower.
It felt like ages before he finally reached the destination between her thighs. The scent of her arousal was intoxicating, and he breathed it in deep before giving a long lick right where she needed him the most.
The first touch of his tongue against her clit had her bucking off the bed, a strangled cry erupting from her throat. It was raw and animalistic and made the already hot blood coursing through Cal’s veins turn molten.
It was so good - the taste of her, the scent of sex hanging heavy in the room - enough to make him lose himself completely. Every stroke of his tongue had her writhing beneath him. Her hands found their way back into his hair, twisting into messy locks as he moved his tongue in rhythmic circles.
Short licks and long ones, soft nips and firmer sucks. He tried everything until he found the perfect tempo, the rhythm that made Ellie whimper and gasp, her hips rising off the bed to meet his face.
Ellie’s hips began to move in sync with him, grinding against his mouth. He could feel the tension coiling tighter within her, the occasional spasms that threatened to tip her over the edge. She was falling apart, and he was there to witness it - every whimper, every shiver, every ragged breath she took, all because of him.
Her thighs clamped around his head as she got closer, and he could feel the tell-tale tightening of her body. Her breath grew shallow and ragged.
“I’m... I’m going to...”
She couldn’t finish her sentence as he worked a finger into her sex and sucked hard on her clit.
That was it.
Ellie’s body bowed off the bed, her grip on his hair tightened convulsively as the dam broke. She screamed his name, her entire body convulsing as she came hard, all her pent-up tension releasing in an explosion of ecstasy.
It was fucking perfect as he rode out her climax with her, tasting her sweetness on his tongue.
Cal kept his mouth on her, lapping up her release until her grip on his hair eased, and she fell back against the mattress, panting like she’d just run a marathon. He gave one last lingering kiss to her sensitive flesh before crawling back up her body, leaving a trail of kisses in his wake.
He was so hard now that it was almost painful. He needed release, and he needed it now. Seeing her lying there, all flushed and sated and beautiful, was enough to make him lose his mind.
“Cal,” she purred, a satisfied smile playing on her lips. Those same lips he was dying to feel around him.
“Ellie,” he growled back, desire simmering in his eyes.
With a swift movement, she tugged him closer, her hand wrapping around the base of his erection.
His breath hitched as she began to stroke him slowly, agonizingly drawing out his pleasure. He couldn’t help the low groan that slipped from him.
“Mmm, like that?” she teased, looking up at him with those wide blue eyes full of mischief and satisfaction. She traced her thumb over the tip of his cock, catching a drop of pre-cum and swirling it over his head.
In response, he bucked into her grip. His world narrowed down to the sensation of her hand on him.
“Just like that,” he managed to gasp out, his voice hoarse with raw need. His hands found her hips, gripping them as if they were his anchor in the sea of overwhelming pleasure.
She tightened her grip on him, using her own slickness to make her strokes smoother. He could feel his pleasure mounting with each pass of her hand. Ellie shot him a wicked grin before leaning down and flicking her tongue against the head of his cock.
The sight of her mouth on him was nearly enough to send him over the edge. She took him in slowly, swirling her tongue around the sensitive head before sinking around his length. The sensation of her warm, wet mouth enveloping him was heaven and hell combined. It was more than he could handle, yet not enough.
