“Take off my skirt.”
He wastes no time obeying my command. Once the skirt is tossed over his shoulder, he reaches for my lace panties, and I stop him with my hands over his.
“Leave them on.”
His head drops to my stomach in a move that says he can’t take anymore.
“I want to taste you. I’ve wanted to taste you since the moment I laid eyes on you. You’re still the boss here. I just thought you should know.”
Taste me? Oh shit.I hadn’t even considered he would want to do...that. I’m not sure that I would like that. Is it like a pedicure situation where you think it would be awful to have people touch your feet and then you try it, and now you’re going every two weeks to ‘change your nail color’?
“I don’t...I mean, I haven’t. I don’t know if I like that.”
Eli runs his nose gently across my stomach, inhaling a deep breath.
“Are you a virgin, Vaughn?”
His question is unexpected, but I guess it makes sense that he would ask since I haven’t ever done...that. I clear my throat and tentatively answer his question.
“Ah, no. Not a virgin. Just not...that experienced.”
“How many?”
“How many what?”
“How many men have there been before me?”
Is he allowed to ask that?“Are you allowed to ask that?”
His confident nod causes his lips to run up and down my skin.
I’m not quite sure he is allowed to ask this, but I kind of want to know how many women have come before me, so I’ll take the bait.
“One.”
“Paul Walker.”
It isn’t a question, but I answer anyway. “Yeah.”
“Hmmm. That’s good. I had hoped not to have to eliminate too many. It’ can get pretty taxing. I’ve been looking forward to Paul’s death, though.”
The hell did he just say?There was a question I wanted to ask him, but I’m too stuck on the murder vow to recall what it was.
“But he doesn’t know what you taste like. Only I will know that.”
Again, not a question, but this time I haven’t got a damn clue how to respond to that or the words that came before it, so I say nothing.
Eli doesn’t wait for an order or for permission before he trails his lips along my skin and down to the visibly wet area on my panties. He inhales loudly, and an “Mmmm” rumbles through his chest before he pulls my panties to the side, andHOLY SHIT!Pedicures have got nothing on this man.
He licks, putting firm pressure on me with his tongue, from my entrance to my clit. Now he pulls his tongue back into his mouth and smacks loudly before saying, “I fucking knew it. I knew you’d be the only taste I’d ever want on my tongue again.” His words have, what I assume is, the desired effect, as I am no longer trying to run the show and am now on pins and shaky legs waiting to see what he’ll do next.
I’m not at all disappointed when he sucks my clit into his mouth and swirls his tongue around in quick, exquisite motions. He’s moaning like it’s my mouth on him and not the other way around. His large hands are gripping my waist with the perfect amount of pressure while his lips and tongue are doing unspeakable things to my most intimate parts. Quicker than I probably should, I feel an intense wave of euphoria start between my legs and rocket out through every nerve ending in my body.
“Eli!” It’s a breathless plea, and only now do I realize my hands are fisted tightly in his long, beautiful locks. It has to hurt, but he hasn’t said a word. He’s still licking and sucking when I use my grip on his hair to encourage him upward.
Our lips meet, tongues collide, and I taste myself on him. It’s now that I get it. This addiction. I’ve felt it since his hand touched mine on that first night. Heat and electricity shot up my arm and settled in my brain with a feeling that said, ‘he’s MINE’. At the time, it was terrifying. I was the queen of bad judgment and here was this Adonis giving me soulmate vibes.Did he feel it the same way I did?Does he feel it the way I do now?
His fingers deftly find my entrance and push inside. He’s not pumping them. More like swirling them. It’s confusing until it isn’t. He’s stretching me.Oh shit. He’s stretching me! Is it really going to be so bad that he has to PREP ME?!
