My eyes roll back at how good it feels with the aftershocks of my orgasm still spasming through me.
"Mmmm," he groans against me, and I writhe as he spears me with his tongue and moves his lips over my clit, eating me alive.
His cock catches my eye, and I realize, albeit very belatedly, that if I lean forward onto my forearms, this position becomes a very messy sixty-nine.
As if on cue, a bead of precum rolls over his tip, and I lick my lips, grinning at the splatter and smears of paint we've already made on the canvas. Eager to make some more.
Elijah's body goes taut with anticipation beneath me as I bend forward.
Another drop of precum pushes from his tip when his cock pulses, and I suck it into my mouth.
His grip turns bruising on my hips as he feasts on me, and his cock is already moving, pushing into my mouth, begging me for more that I am wholeheartedly prepared to give.
I open my throat for him as he flexes his hips, fucking his cock up into the tight channel of my throat. I gag, and it convulses against him, making him tremble beneath me. I love that I can do that to him.
I love it so much that I do it again because fuck needing oxygen. I want to make him unravel.
When Elijah withdraws after three more deep thrusts, my eyes are wet, my throat is raw, and air scrapes into my lungs, but fuck if I don't want to do it again. I bet I can take him deeper.
I bet I can go longer.
Especially if he keeps doingexactlywhat he's doing between my thighs.
This time, I take my time pulling him into my mouth, savoring him as he jerks at every flick of my tongue. And then I take a nice, even breath and relax my throat, pushing my tongue out to make room for him. His piercing rolls over my tongue as his cock pushes through the dam at the back of my throat.
He's so deep that hot tears roll over my cheeks, but I grip his thighs to push him deeper, urging him to use my throat how I can sense he wants to.
Elijah moans through every frantic stroke of his tongue against my clit as he begins to move, fucking my mouth and throat like a savage. My eyes roll back and I think,no,this man is definitely not too nice for me.
He's just right.
No sooner do I think it than I come apart on his tongue. The asphyxiation of his cock plunged deep in my throat increases the sensation until my vision darkens, and he has to hold me in place as my legs flail around him.
I grip his thighs when I start to see stars, and he's quick to ease back at the same time I pull up, allowing me the oxygen I need as I fall against him. I bury my face in his thigh as the room stops spinning.
But then he slips from beneath me, canvas replacing warm flesh, but only for a second before his strong arms are hauling me up against his chest, pushing hair from my face, and pulling me close.
"Are you okay?"
"Mmm," I groan, and feel the slight itch of hoarseness in my throat that means I did a very good job. "Perfect."
And his mouth is on mine again. I taste myself on his lips even more than I did on his cock, and I don't know which way is up, or how I got onto his lap. But our chests are pressed together, and Elijah's arm is around me, and his fist is in my hair.
He guides my legs to wrap around his middle and I cry out as he lifts me the few inches he needs to angle his cock into me in the seated position. It's so sensitive, I whimper into his mouth before breaking the kiss to drop my forehead to the crook of his shoulder. I grip onto him so tightly it has to hurt, and I try to relax, but it's almost impossible as he begins to move.
"Look at me, Angel," he murmurs against my temple. "I want to see you."
I try to see through the haze in my eyes, blinking as Elijah fucks into me, holding me hard against him so I feel every inch, every nudge of that apadravya against my inner walls, and every roll of his base against my throbbing clit.
Elijah licks his full lips. The lines I stroked down his cheeks are broken and scattered, like the light I find in his eyes. His brows pull together, and his lips part, and I wonder what he sees on my face. In my eyes.
I drop my gaze to the canvas we're seated on, and all around us is the evidence of what we've done.Ourart.
The black has mixed with the gold in places, making darker tones that look almost bronze in some areas. It's a collage of handprints, and there, I can see the print of Elijah's back, scars and all, andthere,the curve of my hips, maybe the backs of my thighs, the spots where my knees rested as he ate me out.
It's beautiful.
"One more time," Elijah begs, and his arm around me pulls me tighter, anchors me back to him as he starts to lose the battle with his own restraint.
