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Oh, yes. I flick my tongue out, tapping it against the head of his cock, lapping up the drop of white pearled there. Opening my mouth, I bring him inside. He rocks forward, pushing past my teeth toward the back of my throat.
My God, he tastes good. Salty. Hot. Soft over hard. Silk over rock.
I adjust the angle of my head and neck giving him room to sink deeper into my mouth, while I lick along his shaft as he slides back out. Teasing swipes of my tongue send shivers through Elliott’s body as he continues his gentle rocking motion.
Soon we’re both moaning with pleasure. I’m drooling around his member. He’s got his hands braced on the tall headboard over me, his hips pumping back and forth in a steady rhythm, his cock filling my mouth. In and out. In and out.
Elliott lets loose an animalistic growl that vibrates through every cell in my body, driving me even crazier for him than I already am.
My lips cling to him, never allowing complete separation as I use my hands to squeeze and stroke his shaft in time with each thrust of his hips.
He’s close now. I can feel the tension radiating off him. I feel the quake of his thighs as he comes with deep, guttural grunts. Hot cum spills down my throat, and I swallow eagerly, before I take my time licking him clean. He slumps forward with a satisfied sigh before rolling us onto our sides, so we are spooning, still joined at the hip.
“That was amazing,” Elliott whispers against my ear, sending shivers down my spine. His thumb grazes the tip of one nipple, and I jerk in response. He does it again.
He smooths a hand over my hip and down my thigh. “I knew this set would look stunning on you.”
“Thank you.”
“But it would be even more beautiful on the floor.”
I giggle.“I beg your pardon?”
He shifts, and before I know it, he’s removed my teddy and panties and he’s got me on my back again.
He’s reaches for his bedside table and retrieves a condom from the drawer.
I hold out my hand. “Let me.”
He places the package in my palm.
I lift to a sitting position and rip open the small pouch. The rubbery material of the condom crinkles in my fingers. I roll it down his length and then lay back on the bed and spread my legs, just wide enough to give him a peek.
Elliott looks down at me, his mouth stretching in a slow, sexy grin. His eyes are dark with lust, his body trembling. Wrapping his fingers around each of my ankles he makes more room before settling between my thighs.
He nestles the tip of his cock against my entrance, glances up at me locking his gaze with mine and then pushes gently forward. I gasp in pleasure as he slides inside inch by tortuous inch until our pelvic bones meet and we become one. We move together in a slow dance—rocking, swaying and swiveling together—moves that swell to such an intense level, we’re sweating, panting, and clinging to one another.
My body is vibrating, on the brink of release.
He drops over me and braces a hand on either side of my head, driving into me faster. “You feel so fucking good, Kaitlyn. I’ve never felt this with anyone else.”
My body feels tense, like a tightly wound coil ready to snap.
Suddenly, I explode. A whimper bursts free as absolute rapture sweeps over me, taking my breath away and setting off a fireworks display behind my closed eyes.
He grunts, thrusting harder.
I wrap my arms around Elliott’s neck and hold tight as we ride our release together.
When it’s over, he kisses me tenderly before collapsing beside me in a sweaty heap.
We lay there for a few minutes catching our breath before Elliott speaks up. “So now do you see why it was even better on the floor?” His lip twitches with amusement, and I laugh lightly before snuggling into him.
The night passes in a blur of passion and pleasure, whispered words, and soft caresses until exquisite exhaustion finally takes over. We fight sleep next to each other, holding tightly onto one another’s fingers in the dark, our chests heaving on each inhale.
I’m astounded by the feelings I have for this man. Astonished that he’s come to mean so much in such a short time. I’ve fallen hard for Elliott Carrington. A man I can’t have.
A faint, pale gold illuminates the edges of the windows as the sun stars to rise. Elliott is snoring softly. I tuck myself against his warm body. My last thought before sleep pulls me under is how thankful I am for finding him and how fantastic the last few days have been.
