We become desperate in the next second.
His hand wraps around my throat, his pleasurable sounds sinking into my ear. He’s so giving with them, the moans and growls, and they only turn me on further. I love it when I can hear how good my partner feels.
“Olivia, please.” His plea is a hushed murmur, his lips drifting down the shell of my ear.
He continues to drive into me, our clothes becoming more of a burden with every flex of his strong hips.
My arms wrap around him, my fingers dragging down the sculpted muscles of his back until I reach his jeans that are barely hanging on.
I lean forward, stretching my arms to yank his jeans off. He kicks off his shoes and they thud onto the floor while his jeans follow next. He’s finally naked. His body is on mine. He’s warm to the touch, the cold finally gone, and replaced with nothing but pure need that raises our body temperatures.
“This is unfair.” He grins against my mouth. “I’m bared and you’re still covered.” He tugs the thin strap of my tank top down my shoulder. “I want to see you.”
“See me, then,” I beg of him.
His pupils are blown with pleasure as they look at me through hooded eyes. I thought he would rip my clothes off as fast as he could. Instead, he lowers his head, kissing one shoulder, then moving to the next to move the other strap. Kissing down my chest, he gathers the material at the bottom and eases it over my head, freeing my body to him.
Elias sits up, staring down at me. His nostrils flare as his eyes shut, taking a moment to himself. My own gaze travels down to the thick cock I’ve been dreaming about since I saw it for the first time on my phone. It’s long, standing straight and nearly touching his belly button. The veins protrude, his lust filling the impressive shaft so much, it almost appears angry.
The head is flushed a dark pink, jutting out from a trimmed bush.
I don’t know how he’s going to fit, but I refuse not to try. I’ve waited far too long to have him in touching distance.
My hand presses into the middle of his chest, the pads of my fingers drifting down his trimmed torso. His eyes snap open, staring down at me once more. His gaze locks onto my breasts and his breathing changes, his bottom lip wet from the sudden flick of his tongue.
“I’ve never seen anyone so fucking beautiful.” He comes back to me, bending down, using the body of his fingers to press against my chest, then drag down my stomach.
I gasp, arching my back at the touching that allows a million sparks to invade my blood.
“I love how you respond to me.” His rough palm cups my breasts, filling his hand perfectly, and he mouths the word “fuck” as he twists my nipples between his fingers.
I whimper, clenching the comforter in my fists at the stimulation.
He swoops in, sucking one nipple into his mouth, his tongue flicking on the bead, practically causing me to pant. He moves to the other, not leaving an inch of me undiscovered. I’m squirming underneath him, wanting him to pull my shorts down and slam home. I need to feel him inside me. I’m getting too impatient.
Elias must sense my need, because he kisses down my stomach; there’s a spot right above my belly button that sets me off for some reason, and I cry out.
“Oh, that’s very good to know.” He speaks against the same spot, flattening his tongue, swirling different patterns before kissing it and sucking the flesh into his mouth.
“Elias! Please! Oh god! Please, please!” I tilt my chin to my chest, watching him tug my shorts and panties down, tossing them over his shoulder.
“Please, what?” His voice is deep, filled with a rough rasp.
“Touch me. Fill me. Anything. I need…I need you.”
He presses his forehead against my lower abdomen, his breath hot against my skin. His fingers dig into my thighs so hard, I know there will be bruises tomorrow.
“Say it again.”
“Please.”
He shakes his head, placing a kiss on my inner thigh. “Not that, sweetheart.” His mouth drifts down, his tongue licking me from my aching hole to my clit.
My fingers curl in his hair. “More. More!” I moan, arching my back again. “I need you. Please, I need you so fucking much, I hurt. I ache for you.”
Without another word, he wraps my legs around his neck, burying his face between my thighs. His mouth is warm and wet, sucking my clit into his mouth while two fingers push into me.
“Elias,” I gasp in a sharp breath.
