Watching his face to make sure I don’t wake him, I snag the blanket between my fingers. The fluffy comforter lowers just enough for his cock to be seen.
My mouth waters.
I’ve never been like this over a man before. Every part of his body, I want to indulge in. He is wine and I am drunk on him.
Scooting lower, I study his engorged cock. It’s impressive, bigger than the toys I have, other than the replica he made for me. I’ll be using that every night he isn’t around. He has a freckle right under the crown, and my lips become curious. Bending down, I kiss the warm dot, lifting my gaze to see if my touch awakens him.
At this angle, the way the light pours in through the curtains has him looking like a painting. From his hard jawline to his carved cheekbones, it’s as if a god is lying here, and I’m about to worship the throne he sits on.
I suck him between my lips, his girth stretching my mouth open, and my tongue traces the delicate head.
“Mmm.”
I look up again to see him fast asleep. His brows are drawn together as he moans, groggy.
I continue on, taking him to the back of my throat. There are a few inches that I can’t and probably won’t ever be able to fit into my mouth. I’ll always have fun trying, though.
Precum drips onto my tongue, salty and clean. I love how he tastes. I hum around him, swinging my leg over his to straddle him so I can suck him easier. My fingers drift down his body, needing to touch every part of him I can.
I wonder what time he has to go to work today.
I check the time; it’s around seven in the morning so I have two hours before I have to go to work for Dr. Warrick. I want to make the most of the time we have together. I’m already thinking about tonight and how I need time to move fast so I can be in bed with Elias again.
I hate the feeling of being excited and needing time to move fast, when it’s so damn slow. Today will be torturous.
I take Elias too far down my throat and gag.
His fingers drift through my hair, slow and with question, like he doesn’t fully understand what’s happening. “Fuck, Livie.” His voice is riddled with gravel and sleep, a rasp that only morning can hold.
The nickname he gives me spurs me on. I bob my head faster, wrapping my hand around the base of his shaft that I can’t fit in my mouth.
He hisses. “Look at me.”
I do as he says without question.
“Goddamn, I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight. Look at you. Fuck!” He tosses his head back, the tendons in his throat flexing, and before I know it, I’m flipped onto my back. “I won’t waste a drop down your throat when you and I are trying to build a family here.”
In one smooth stroke, he’s inside me. We both groan at how good the other feels. He lifts my legs, pressing the back of my thighs against his stomach while my ankles rest on his shoulders. Wrapping an arm around my legs to keep me in place, he fucks me hard and fast.
The purpose here isn’t to prolong. It’s to come. It’s to start the day with fireworks. There’re no soft qualities about the way he’s moving against me. Our skin slaps together from the force.
“You better wake me up like that every morning. Every morning I’m going to see my cock wrapped in your tongue and I’m going to flip you onto your back, fucking you until you’re crying my name for your neighbors to hear.”
“Yes! God, yes! Elias, I’ll do whatever you want. Anywhere you want. However you want.”
He growls in approval, bending my legs to my chest so he can hover over me. “I like the sound of that. I won’t let you forget it either.”
I don’t know what it is about this position. I’ve never been bent in half like this before. The pressure of my legs against my stomach has his cock pressing against that spot inside me that has stars bursting across my vision.
“Oh my god!” I clutch onto his shoulder, my fingernails digging to his flesh, raking down to leave marks.
“Fuck, you’re going to make me come.” He closes his eyes, doing his best to hold off his orgasm so he can give me mine. He drifts his hand between my legs, pressing against my clit, rolling it and pinching it how I like. “This pussy is mine. This body is mine. Your mind. Your soul. Fucking everything about you is mine. Tell me,” he orders, thrusting so hard the mattress moves to the left from the force.
My orgasm builds, the warmth spreading from head to toe, my body becoming boneless. My toes curl and every muscle clenches as pleasure bursts through me.
“I’m yours—Elias!” His name is ripped from my throat, an alarm to awaken my neighbors.
He groans as he comes too, pressing a cheek against my leg as he buries himself as far as he can. “Olivia,” he says, so breathlessly, so soft, so needy.
