“Anything you do will feel good, but start by putting me in your mouth.”
I kneel down, his eyes watching me carefully. “This is about to be my new favorite thing,” he says, right before I wrap my mouth around him.
“Fuck, Mia,” he hisses, and I learn the shape of him with my tongue. “Give me some suction,” he manages.
I start sucking and pulling him deep, dragging my tongue down the length of him on every slide. He weaves his fingers in my hair, pulling it back and away from my face so he can watch me completely. “Look up at me for a sec,” he murmurs, and I look at him while bobbing back and forth, and I feel him get even harder in my mouth. “Gorgeous,” he says, and I preen.
“See how far you can take me,” he says next.
I take him down as far as I can, laughing and semi-choking when he hits the back of my throat and I’ve barely made it halfway.
He laughs, too, eyes crinkling at the corners. “Use your hands,” he tells me, and I use my hands and mouth and tongue to work him, sucking him deep like he asked. “It feels so good. Fuck, Mia,” he grunts, his hips now thrusting gently, his eyes squeezed shut. He gives three more thrusts for good measure, then pulls out and pulls me up to kiss me deeply, sliding his fingers between my legs.
“You’re always so wet,” he groans into my mouth.
“Only for you,” I gasp.
He lays me down on the bed and proceeds to worship my body, starting from my ankles and working his way up, kissing and licking and biting and rubbing parts of my body I’ve never known could be a turn on, and it’s right then and there that I learn the meaning of an erogenous zone. A kiss on my ankle. A lick behind my knee. A bite on the underside of my breast, all while his hands roam and smooth and pinch and grip. By the time he makes it up to my neck, I’m wound so tightly that I could snap at any second.
He moves back down between my legs, but I pull him back up. “No,” I tell him. “Just fuck me.”
He kneels up and smiles down at me, his eyes tracing over every inch of my body. I feel like a goddess. “It’s impossible to say no to you,” he says, before reaching down to his bag and pulling out a condom. He rips it open with his teeth, but hands it to me. “I want to watch you roll it on me.”
It’s an intimate thing, the two of us watching my trembling hands roll it all the way down his cock. He kisses me deeply again. “How do you want it?” he growls.
“Any way you’ll have me,” I answer nonsensically, and he freezes for a split second before I backtrack. “I want to watch you push into me,” I amend.
Elias piles all the pillows from the bed behind me, then rests me on top, so that my ass is still on the bed but my torso is tilted up. He wedges himself between my legs, his thighs so big they force my legs wide. “You aren’t ready for how fucking hot this is,” he warns me, gripping his cock at the base and positioning it at my entrance.
“Please,” I beg, as I writhe on the tip.
Slowly, so slowly, he starts pushing in, and he’s right; nothing can prepare me for how fucking hot this is, watching my lips stretch to accommodate his girth. He pushes in slowly, steadily, confidently, not bothering with a back and forth, and suddenly he’s seated and I feel it in my teeth, and I’m seconds away from coming.
He’s taking deep breaths, and I feel him twitching inside of me. “That was so hot. You feel so good,” he says between clenched teeth.
“I’m so close already,” I whine, my head thrashing back and forth on the pillows. “Please, move, please.”
“Go ahead, Gorgeous. Come for me,” he says, starting to move with deep, heavy strokes, pressing a thumb to my clit. I feel it down to my toes. “Do it. I’ll give you another when you’re done.”
“Oh fuck,” I’m rambling. “Oh god.” It’s a soft, smooth thing when I come, like waves settling on the shores of my skin and limbs. Like syrup, sweet and slow. It makes me smile.
“Look at you,” he says afterwards, with reverence. I open my eyes, and he’s looking down at me like I’m something to be worshipped. I feel his dick pulse inside me, so sensitive from my orgasm moments ago.
We study each other for a moment. I like this look, I decide, but it’s not the look I want right now. I want Greedy Elias, feral-for-me Elias. I want him to lose control.
I pull him down by the neck. “That was nice, but I want you to wreck my pussy, baby,” I say against his lips, giving him a taste of his own medicine, only feeling a little self-conscious. I rake my nails down the front of his chest. “Wreck me with your big dick.”
That was the right thing to say. The responding grin I get is the dangerous one. A predator identifying its prey. His eyes turn darker, the green lost amongst his pupils.
“Fuck it,” he says, “we have all night.” He yanks us back, pulling me off the pillows so that my back is flat on the bed. He throws both legs over his shoulders, tilts my hips up, folds me in half, andunleashes.
I think I’m crying as he pounds me into the bed, moaning incoherent nonsense as he hits a spot I thought only existed in books. “So good,” he pants. “You’re so fucking sexy. Can’t control myself around you. This pussy is unreal. I’m gonna have this pussy for breakfast, lunch, dinner, and a late-night fucking snack. How is it like this?” he’s muttering, rambling, unrelenting, while I feel my orgasm barreling up like a freight train.
I gasp. “Coming,” I wheeze, and I feel him get impossibly harder and larger inside me as he comes at the same time, and this one is a sharp, violent thing, andnowwe’re animals, writhing and grinding and riding it out simultaneously through damp, sweaty electricity. “Shit,” we’re both cursing, “fuck,” and I don’t know who’s saying what.
Elias all but shoves his tongue down my throat, and we’re pawing at each other as if we’ve just started. But eventually, slowly, we calm down, relax, and melt.
He rests his entire weight on top of me, and it’s one of my new favorite feelings, being crushed underneath him. His shoulders are in my line of sight, and they’re covered in scratches, because apparently I’ve mauled him like an animal. I like seeing them there, and I am pleasantly pleased and want to purr like a cat.
