It’s as if something has been unleashed inside of me.
His hands continue to grip my ass and jerk my hips back and forth against his tongue until I take over, and when I do, something just snaps. I curl my fingers around the headboard, sure I’m scratching the back of it, but I don’t care. I’ll worry about that later—maybe never.
This feels far too amazing to think of anything else, like a silly headboard being scored and scratched.
My hips roll against his mouth while his tongue works overtime on my clit. I climb higher and higher toward my release, knowing that I’m about to fall over, and at the same time, I’m disappointed that it’s going to end when I do.
I feel like I could stay here forever.
His mouth is all-consuming in the best way possible.
Had I known that this felt so amazing, I would have done this sooner—a lot sooner. Maybe it’s better that I didn’t know. I’m not sure I can function daily without doing this. I don’t know how I’m supposed to go on with the rest of my life knowing that Eli’s mouth can do this, like this.
As hard as I try, I can’t hold off my orgasm. When I come, it’s hard and fast, catching me off-guard and taking me by surprise all at the same time. My thighs begin to quake, and as hard as I try to hold it off, there is no holding off anything.
Every muscle in my entire body freezes. But Eli doesn’t stop. His tongue continues to lap at my center until I’m able to breathe regularly again, and that’s when I realize that I’m probably killing him.
I scramble down his face and chest, but he doesn’t let me go far. His hands catch my hips before I can get away from him. Before I realize what’s happening, he lifts me slightly, then glides me down along his length.
I feel his cock stretch me, filling me, and it feels as if I might actually rip in half. What the actual fuck? And why does that feel so damn good? Slapping my hands against his chest, I grind down against his pelvis, the sensitivity against my clit almost too much, but I don’t care.
I welcome the sensation.
Rolling my hips, I grind against him, my face tipping down. I look into his eyes as I ride his dick the same way I rode his face.
Hard and fast.
My eyes are on his this time, focusing on him and taking what control he’ll allow me to. He groans, and my whole body trembles. I want to make him come. It’s become my life’s mission.
Or at least it feels that way.
I ride him, my whole body swaying with each roll of my hips. Reaching backward, I grip his thighs as my back bows. Eli wraps his fingers around my waist, gripping my flesh there.
It’s at this moment that I concede.
I want to stay with him.
I want this forever.
I want him—Eli. All of him.
I want to keep him—forever.
NINETEEN
WRENLY
Lying against his chest,I feel his fingers comb through my hair as I close my eyes. I let out a heavy sigh. “I leave in a couple of days.”
“But you’re coming back?” he asks.
Lifting my head, I rest my chin against his chest, my eyes searching his face. I try to bring my attention up to his eyes, but I can’t. It stops at his lips, and I’m not able to move it an inch upward. Those lips are perfection. So is his tongue, his hands—his everything.
“Wrenly,” he warns.
With a heavy sigh, I rip my gaze from his mouth and flick it up to meet his. “We’re coming back,” I confirm.
It’s hard for me to make the promise and say the words. If I promise, then I’ll have to go through with it. There is no way I’m going to lie, to just say something and not do it—even if I’m terrified.
