Pulling my mouth away from hers, I trailed open-mouthed kisses down her neck, careful not to leave marks. I may have been acting like an animal right now, I may have been bordering on feral, but there was no way I wanted to mark her perfectly creamy skin. Elise wasn’t some cheap skank I’d picked up in a bar. She had class. And style. And morals.
Before I knew it, she was tugging my shirt over my head, her fingernails scratching my shoulders as she clung tight. After tossing it across the room, completely uninterested where it landed. Looking down at her heaving chest, I was mesmerised. With every short, sharp breath she took, her white, lace-covered tits heaved. Her skin was so smooth, so soft, I found myself wanting to slow down and indulge. Elise, though, had other ideas.
“Luca, you have two choices.”
“Huh?”
Choices? What choices was she talking about?
“You can fuck me here on the couch, or you can carry me into my bedroom. I don’t care which as long as you hurry the fuck up.”
Wait! What?
Not that I was about to turn down her offer, but Elise was definitely showing a different side of her. One that I didn’t mind one little bit. One that I was positive I was going to have a hell of a lot of fun exploring and enjoying in the very near future.
“Sweetheart,” I practically growled. She mightn’t have known it at the time, but her words had unleashed the beast, and there was no way she was going to be able to stuff him back in his cage. “If you think I can do all the things I want to do to you on this couch, you ain’t seen nothing yet.”
Not giving her a chance to think about what I’d said, I grabbed her arse, my fingers digging into her flesh, and stood up. Impressed by my own ability not to trip over or drop her, I headed down the hallway while the tiger in my arms rubbed herself against me desperately as she dropped wet kisses across my collarbone.
I made it to her room, and I didn’t even bother to look around. Why would I? Not when there was a half-naked woman panting on the bed in front of me, popping the button on her jeans and peeling them down her legs. With every inch of skin she revealed, my mouth got drier, and I got a little dumber. At this rate, by the time she was naked I’d be lucky if I could remember my own name.
While I was distracted Elise’s nimble little fingers were undoing my jeans and reaching inside. Her hand wrapped around me, and I almost blew my load. With her thumb, she spread the leaking bead of pre-cum down my shaft using just the right amount of pressure to have my balls drawing up. As much as it pained me to bring this to a halt, I had a rule I needed to stick to. The woman always came first. Always. I hadn’t made it this far to break it now. Grabbing hold of her wrist stopped her delicious torture.
“Enough,” I growled, extracting her hand from my pants.
With a disappointed look on her face, I felt like the world’s biggest douche. Hating the feeling, I pushed her onto her back, grabbed her ankles and threw them over my shoulders before diving face first into the happiest place on earth.
Elise’s fingers yanked on my hair. I wasn’t sure if she was pushing me away or holding me close.
“Do you want me to stop?” I asked, praying to any and every god there was that her answer was no.
“Fuck no!” Elise replied without taking a breath and forcing my head back between her thighs.
I devoured her.
I consumed her.
I was consumedbyher.
And by the time her thighs were quivering, her back arching, and her body was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, I was on the verge of embarrassing myself. A couple of flicks of my tongue later, and Elise screamed my name so loudly I was surprised we didn’t have the neighbours banging on the door checking that no one was being murdered.
Pulling back, I wiped my chin on the back of my hand and looked down at the sleepy and satisfied-looking Elise with my chest puffed out. I loved knowing that I was the one responsible for making her look like that.
When her eyes fell closed and her head flopped back on her pillow, I knew it was only a matter of minutes before she was out like a light. A really fantastic orgasm, one of those toe-curling, breath-stealing orgasms, would do that to you.
Standing up, I tugged up my zipper, ignoring my disappointed cock and ran my hands through my hair. Taking a deep breath, I said the one thing I least wanted to. “I should probably go.”
Chapter Eighteen – Elise
Lying there limply cocooned in post-orgasmic bliss, my heavy eyes were closed as I tried to catch my breath. As amazing as Luca looked, as talented as he was on the football field, the man was a fucking damn magician on his knees. The things he could do with his tongue… Was it possible to orgasm from a memory?
Half out of it, I thought I heard Luca mumble some shit about leaving. Forcing my tired eyes open, I could barely believe what I was seeing. Luca’s jeans were buttoned, jeans I was positive I’d unzipped barely minutes earlier, and he was looking like he was ready to bolt. Not today. No fucking way.
“Sorry?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbows, not giving two shits that I was wearing nothing but my birthday suit.
“I’m going to head out. You’ve got work tomorrow, so…”
Now I was pissed.
