My entire body heats over that. Though I don’t think he’s lying, it’s still awkward to have him staring at my most intimate parts. I’ve had sex enough times, but no one has ever looked at me like that. Even after dating Harrison for two years, I never felt comfortable naked in front of him. We didn’t shower together, and when I dressed, I usually had my back to him. It’s not that I hate my body, but he never made me feel like he enjoyed it more than what’s needed to get off.
I’m learning that I function better when I have praise, and someone lets me know they’re okay with what’s going on. I guess this is what I get for being made to think that everythingI do is wrong. Elliot knew that about me before I did. He recognized it in me, saw it, and found a way around it.
With his hands pressed to my inner thighs, he spreads me wide open, the cool air skating across my center and causing me to clench.
“Do that again, sweetness. Let me see it.”
God, my face must be the color of a cherry right now, but I do as he asks. He groans deeply, then slides a thick finger over me before inserting it inside only about an inch.
“Again,” he rasps. I do it again, this time not feeling as nervous, and he looks up at me with lustful eyes. “Will you do that around my cock?”
I nod eagerly, liking the idea of him being inside me.
He kisses the inside of my thigh, then pulls his finger out and sucks it into his mouth.
“So sweet,” he moans. “I need more.”
Oh my God…
He tugs me to his mouth, then laps at me like an animal starved. My back rises from the ground, my hands fisting the blankets beneath us. His fingers bruise me as he pulls me closer to him, somehow going wild but still completely in control with how he’s licking me. It all feels so good—I can’t even be sure what it is he’s doing. Licking, sucking, kissing, maybe even nibbling on my clit. It’s done in such a way you’d think he had a manual on how to get me to orgasm as fast as possible.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, slipping my fingers through his hair and pushing on his head. “Stop, please. Stop.”
He pulls his head back, looking at me with shock. His mouth is glistening, beard soaked.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, chest heaving.
“I’m going to—I don’t want to… you know. Too soon.”
He grins like a mad man.
“Seraphine, listen to what I’m about to say.”
I nod, trying to catch my breath.
“When you are with me, when you allow me access to your body like this, one orgasm will never be enough. Do you understand that?”
My eyes widen, my lungs seizing.
More than one orgasm?
“But I… I’ve never… I can’t—”
He huffs out a laugh. “Trust me, sweetness. Just trust me.”
“Okay,” I whisper, then lie back down, staring up at the fluffy clouds in the bright blue sky. I’ll never be able to look at them again without thinking of this. I don’t hate it.
“Can I please continue?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, just as I spot a cloud in the shape of a heart.
It takes him seconds to bring me back up to orgasm, and I fall over the edge so quickly. My eyes squeeze shut so tight I see spots, and my muscles tense. He pulls away when my legs start to shake, which I appreciate. There is no way he can make me come again. I get so sensitive after an orgasm, it’s just not possible.
He lifts himself up to his knees, then crawls over me, leaning down to kiss my lips.
“We don’t have to do anything more, but I would love the opportunity to show you I meant what I said.”
My taste lingers on my lips from his kiss, and he presses his erection against me.
