I line the head of my cock up with her center, gazing deep in her eyes as I thrust inside her. Eloise cries out, her eyes rolling to the back of her head as I fill her. I pump into her savagely, wanting her to scream out, to tell the world who she belongs to. Whose cock she’s coming on.
I reach between our bodies, my fingertips finding her clit and swirling gently. Eloise gasps, her body shuddering as her pleasure rises, then crests. With a scream, Eloise releases, her walls gripping my cock in just the right way, milking me of my seed.
“Fuck,”I curse, head falling back as I shove my hips flush against her, pushing to the deepest part of her as my release spills from me.
Eloise continues shuddering, her orgasm drawn out by my touch, the sensation of me filling her. As soon as I’m finished, I pull out of her, stepping back from the bed.
She gazes up at me with a question in her wide eyes, one I answer in the next moment. I scoop her into my arms and lieback on the bed, positioning her so that her slick, dripping cunt is poised above my face.
My fingertips dig into the mound of her ass, my forearms straining as I slowly pull her toward my waiting mouth.
“Riot?” she whimpers. “What are you doing?”
“I want to taste you,” I murmur, frowning when she presses her palms to my chest, stopping me. “What areyoudoing?”
“I… you just came in me,” she whispers, her eyes wide. As if there’s something wrong with that.
“And?”
She blushes. “I just thought?—”
“Stop thinking, Eloise.” I brush my thumb lightly across her skin, loving the way it makes her shiver. “Let me lick your pretty cunt.”
At my words, her face grows impossibly redder, but she allows me to pull her up to my mouth. Her soft thighs press to either side of my head, and the heady scent of her arousal envelops me. My hands slide up to her hips, and I try to pull her down onto my waiting tongue.
“Eloise…” My growl is both an order and a plea. “All the way down, baby girl.”
Her skin shudders beneath my palms, her voice a breathy whisper. “I don’t… don’t want to hurt you…”
My fingertips dig into her soft flesh. “Down.”
“But I?—”
“Sit on my fucking face before I get upset.”
With a whimper, she finally obeys, letting her knees slide out and pressing the full weight of her body on my mouth. Her taste mixed with my release flows onto my tongue, and my moan is lost to the sounds of Eloise crying out in bliss.
She slumps, utterly spent, her body quaking in the aftermath of her release. I delve my tongue deep inside her, sating my addiction, losing myself in the taste of her.
Soon, she becomes too sensitive to toy with, and I wrap her in my arms, settling on the bed next to her. It’s too small for both of us to fit comfortably, so I pull her on top of my chest, giving her a solid place to rest as I pepper kisses over her face and neck. Eloise snuggles into me, her arms reaching up to wrap around my neck as her breath evens out.
I keep looking down at her as she rests, my chest humming with an intense emotion.
Sensing my stare, Eloise turns her face up, meeting my heated gaze. “I realized I never thanked you.”
“Thanked me?”
“Yes. For being there for me. For coming whenever I call—no matter when, no matter what time. For caring, when no one else has.”
My heart cracks as I cup her delicate face, wanting to take away all the pain hiding in her deep-blue eyes. “You don’t need to thank me for that. Never.”
She shakes her head. “I do, though. I’ve been in so much pain for so long, and no one noticed. No one sees me. Not really.”
I cup my palm around her cheek, leaning in and pressing my forehead to hers, hoping more than anything that she will see the truth in my words. “I do, little muse. I always have.”
“I know,” she whispers. “That’s part of what makes you so special to me. You’ve healed a part of me I didn’t realize was broken. You’ve… woken me up.” Her words echo in my head, putting a song into my heart. I lean in, kissing her deeply, letting the rest of the world fall away.
Eloise falls asleep on my chest, and I follow soon after, using my last waking moment to commit every one of her features to memory.
