And he’s mine.
Lucky. Me.
I dip my head down, trailing my tongue across his happy trail. From up above, he hisses, his fingers tightening on my scalp.
“So sensitive,” I tell him, sweet and grateful.
I drag my tongue to the left hip, kissing up the Adonis belt before licking down.
“Holy shit.”
My eyes find his when I hear his voice, knowing he needs to see me because I need to see him just as badly.
“Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he orders, his features square and stoic.
“You’d have to kill me.” I kiss across his stomach, nipping at his lower rib when he flinches, and then a soft, sweet moan falls from his pink lips.
“What are you doing to me?” The question is confusion-laced.
I kiss up his chest, taking my time, my nails grazing across his nipple and causing him to jump. He seems so surprised.
“Exploring.” Isn’t that obvious?
Swirling my tongue over his beaded nipple, I suck it into my mouth, grazing my teeth on the sensitive flesh.
“What the fuck!” he shouts with another moan, tilting his head back.
An erotic view from down here.
My fingers play with the other sweet tight bead, pinching it and plucking. There’s a slight tremor to Elias, and that feeling of newness returns, the passion of discovering someone for the first time.
“I love how you react to me,” I admit against his throat.
“You’re the only one I’ve reacted to like this. No one else has ever studied me like that before.”
Now, I’m confused. I pull away slightly to be able to look at him in the face. “What do you mean?”
His thumb glides against my bottom lip before he dips down to claim another kiss, deciding not to answer me. He steps closer and I lean back. He follows, our mouths never breaking until we’re finally horizontal on the bed.
My legs fall to the sides, welcoming him closer. He settles between my thighs, his cock pressing against me, intimidating and big. I gasp, needing a breath before catching his kiss once more. I could do this all night—lip-locked and heated.
“You’re so fucking beautiful. You have no idea how much I want you,” he mumbles against my lips.
“I want you too. So fucking much.” I take his hand and slip it through the sides of my silk pajama shorts. “Feel how wet I am for you. See what you’ve done?” My back arches when he slides his index finger up and down my pussy, my underwear the only thing in his way.
Lifting himself onto one elbow, he stares down at me, playing with the hem of my panties. A silent question passes between us, and I answer him by grinding down on his hand.
Slipping under the material, he’s finally able to feel me.
“Fuuuck, sweetheart. Fucking hell, you’re soaked.” He wets the digits with my arousal, then brings them to his mouth. “All of this is for me?” He sucks his fingers into his mouth, moaning as my flavor bursts across his tongue.
“All of me is for you,” I answer in complete honesty. “You’ve always done this to me.”
“You taste so good.” His touch is there again, slipping through the desire he has caused. “Taste for yourself.” He plunges those same fingers into my mouth and I moan, taking a hold of his wrist to keep him there while I suck and lick. “Look at you. Greedy little thing.” He sounds enamored, his gaze locked onto my face while my tongue wraps around his digits.
Ripping his fingers free, he curls over me, his entire body making me feel small and protected. He grinds himself against me, his cock rubbing against my clit perfectly over my clothes.
“Elias.” I turn my head, kissing the inside of his wrist when he buries his face into my neck, thrusting against me once more.
