He trails kisses down my jaw, my throat, stopping at my collarbone. His tongue presses into the divot between my shoulder and collarbone, and then his teeth sink into my skin, harder than earlier.
I yelp, my body jerking as his teeth break the skin, and blood pours down my shoulder to the mattress below. Riot pulls away and kisses the area tenderly before trailing his heated kisses lower.
His lips move between my breasts, stopping briefly to toy with each of my peaked nipples. Once he’s had his fill, he trails agonizing kisses down my stomach, stopping at the waistband of my shorts with a growl.
He works the button of my shorts, sliding them achingly slowly down my hips, never taking his eyes off mine. I squirm under the weight of his heated stare as he tosses the shorts to the floor, leaving me in nothing but my lacy purple thong. Eyes glinting with a manic sheen, he reaches down, ripping the lace from my body with one powerful movement, leaving me wide-eyed and utterly bare.
In a moment of clarity, I realize the scars lining my hips are likely visible in the moonlight, and I tense. Sensing my hesitation, Riot ceases his roaming and reaches up, cupping my cheek as he looks deep into my eyes. “What’s wrong, beautiful?”
I lower my gaze, but Riot’s having none of it. His grip tightens around my jaw as he guides my eyes back up to his. “Not so fast. You don’t get to run away. Not from me.”
Riot presses a tender kiss to my lips, his fingertips working gentle circles over the old scars on my hips, his touch heated, spreading sparks to the surrounding area. His touch is so loving, so careful, it brings tears to my eyes, melts my anxiety, and replaces it with a deep, unending longing.
“You’re beautiful, Eloise,” he whispers. “Allof you. Nothing could ever change that. Not for me.”
My breath shudders as I reach up, wrapping my arms around the back of his neck. Instead of answering with words, I press my lips to his, sliding my tongue over the twin hoops, taking the kiss deeper. Riot groans low in his throat, returning the embrace until we’re both breathless and flushed. He pulls away just to trail more kisses down my abdomen, stopping at the apex of my thighs, looking up at me with that piercing golden stare.
His hands slide up my thighs, gripping the flesh of my hips. “Do you want me to keep going, sweet girl?”
I nod, desperately, not trusting my voice.
He nips my inner thigh, and I yelp, the sharp sting clearing some of the fog muddying my mind. “Words, Eloise,” he says, voice a sinful rumble. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want… I want you,” I whisper, bucking my hips. “I want your mouth.”
He grins, his lip rings glinting in the moonlight. The sight heats my core. “Where?”
I raise my head, my lips parting in desperation. “Riot,please…”
“Tell me where, Eloise.” He hooks his hands under my knees, spreading my legs wide, but not touching. “If you don’t, I’ll assume?—”
“I want you to eat my pussy until I come.”
His head snaps up. “What a dirty little mouth. I’m surprised, Eloise.”
My face heats, but I don’t have time to form a response before Riot’s head delves between my thighs. Riot presses his face to my skin, a deep moan echoing in his chest as he takes a deep inhale.
I take a shuddering breath, and his tongue darts out, licking up my center. He groans deep as he swirls my opening, the vibration spreading fresh waves of pleasure throughout my body. “You taste so fucking good. So fucking addicting.”
Riot pushes his tongue deeper, his groan intensifying and filling the room. I cry out, legs shuddering as he laps at my walls, driving me to a brand-new high. His grip tightens, and he pushes my knees to the mattress, spreading my lips and baring me fully.
Riot’s tongue slides out of my pussy, licking up my center to rest on my swollen clit. His lips circle the bundle of nerves, and he sucks gently, causing black spots to line my vision as awave of intense ecstasy shreds through me. I open my mouth but can’t cry out, my body frozen in a state of shuddering bliss, succumbing to Riot’s expert touch.
I’m barreling toward the edge when Riot slides his hand between my thighs, pressing the pad of his thumb against my back hole. My eyes go wide, and I jerk, not accustomed to the strange sensation.
Riot looks up, his gaze heated as he brushes his thumb against my opening once more, lighter this time. “Do you like that, Eloise?”
My face burns, and I’m not quite sure how to respond. “I… I think so.”
He shakes his head, still working me with his hand. “You need to tell me what you like, little muse. Tonight is about your pleasure. Nothing you say will offend me, beautiful. I live to please you. To worship this pretty cunt.”
A wave of fire pulses from my core, spreading over my skin until it consumes me.If I’m really honest…
“Yes… yes, I like it,” I whisper.
“That’s all I needed to hear,” he says, lowering his mouth back to my pussy. His tongue laps greedily at my center, and my head falls back as I succumb to the waves of pleasure his mouth brings.
He toys with my clit while the other works my tight hole, stretching me, the sensation too much to bear. Too good.
