“That sounds like a fantastic idea.” Tilting her chin up, I press my lips to hers gently. She deepens the kiss, sliding her hands up my chest and resting them there.
I slip my hands to the hem of the shirt, tugging on it before lifting her by her legs and sitting her on the counter.
“Elliot,” she gasps.
“Sorry,” I mutter against her neck, noting how cold the countertop is. “Let me warm you up.”
I drop to my knees and spread her legs to lick her pussy.
“Oh, God!” she cries out, hands tugging at my hair.
I swirl my tongue around her clit, flick it, suck on it, do everything to drive her absolutely wild until she’s begging me to let her come.
I do, only because she should probably eat. I’ll have more of her later. I plan to have her all day. Helping her back to her feet, I give her another kiss before grabbing plates from the cabinet.
“Oh, I forgot!”
She puts down the spatula and hurries over to the blender that has some white liquid in it. She presses the button to turn it on, and after a moment, it turns solid.
“Fresh whipped cream?”
“Yep,” she says with a nod. “It’s the best.”
She goes back to plating the food, laying out two pieces of French toast on each before drizzling some of the fruit mix over it, then topping it with the fresh whipped cream.
“This looks delicious,” I say as I carry the plates to the small table in the kitchen. Seraphine carries over the mugs of coffee. Putting the plates down, I grab silverware then sit for us to eat.
We eat quickly, both with a voracious appetite. I wash the dishes when we’re done, leaving them in the strainer to dry.
“What do you want to do today?” I ask, leaning against the counter to face her.
“Other than you?” she asks, walking toward me and dragging her finger around my belly button then up my chest and back down.
“I won’t argue with that.”
She cups my balls, massaging them gently before getting to her knees and tugging down my pants just enough to free my thickening dick. It’s in her mouth before I’m fully hard. Her eagerness to make me come has me wanting to come, and I give into it knowing I have the entire day to fuck her. She drinks me down like a fucking pro, taking every last drop, looking up at me like she’s some innocent little thing.
“You are trouble,” I growl, pulling her up to kiss her, not at all caring that my cum still lingers on her tongue.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Seraphine
We spend the day having sex all over his house. Even after saying we were going to take a break because we were sore, we’d end up doing it again. In his parlor, with me bent over the couch. He ate me out from behind first and even licked theotherhole that had me yelping but begging him to keep going. We did it on the floor of his office when he took a moment to check some emails. I rode him on his bed, with him sitting up against the headboard, when we’d gone in there to find a change of clothes—as if that would stop us from getting to one another. It didn’t. Even after we finally got dressed, we didn’t make it down the stairs before he was on me again.
Now we’re in the hot tub and Iamin need of a break. I’m so sore. Though, if he wanted to fuck me again right here, I wouldn’t say no.
“Are you upset about Gia knowing about us?” I ask, leaning against him.
His hands slowly drag up and down my thighs, his mouth on my neck every now and then. He’s always touching me, but not just resting his hand on me, it has to be active. He needs to move his fingers along my skin or kiss me. There needs to be friction.
“Not at all. Why would you think that?”
“I don’t know…”
“Yes, you do. Tell me.”
If there’s anything he’s good at, it’s calling me out. He does it with just the right amount of urging and understanding.
