“Fuck, Elias,” she breathed out, and his fingers stilled as her release coated them.
He pulled his finger from her, and Eri watched him slip it into his mouth, his eyes holding hers. Her pussy gushed from the act, from the desire she saw in his eyes.
“Mm, I knew you’d taste delicious.” He kissed her, sliding his tongue into her mouth, sharing with her. It was almost like he needed her to experience what he had with the way his tongue commanded hers. “Can I touch you again?” he asked, pulling away to look into her eyes, and Eri bit her bottom lip, nodding.
Elias removed the boxers, tossing them to the side, and Eri hadn’t realized how he wanted to touch her until he’d thrown one of her legs over his shoulder, and she felt the slow swipe of his tongue on her pussy.
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Elias refrained from groaning as he slid his tongue along her pussy. This was not how he saw the night going, but he wasn’t complaining. He’d give her whatever she wanted, do whatever she allowed him to do. The gasp she released when he slipped his tongue between her folds and licked her just as slowly as the first time quickly morphed into a moan when he took her clit between his lips.
He planned on taking his time, wanting to savor every taste of her. Every stroke and swirl of his tongue, every sound she made for him. He looked up and found her with her head thrown back, eyes closed, and he couldn’t have that. He wanted to memorize every look of desire that passed through those gorgeous eyes, every expression of pleasure that played across her face.
He grabbed a pillow with one hand; the other went to the front of her shirt, and he pulled her up. Eri’s eyes snapped open as he positioned the pillow behind her.
“Look at me,” he instructed, releasing her clit. “You can do that for me, can’t you, Amate?”
“Yes.” It was breathy, whispered like a prayer, and Elias thought it was fitting since he was about to treat it like his last supper.
He dove back in, circling his tongue around her clit as his eyes stayed locked on hers. She bit her bottom lip, and several seconds later, a blush bloomed on those cinnamon cheeks. Elias couldn’t help but chuckle against her clit, the vibration sending a jolt through her. Her blushing because he’d told her to look at him while he had his tongue on her pussy was adorable. Elias slid two fingers inside her.
“You’re blushing, Amate.”
“I…I am not,” she denied.
“I bet your cheeks are as warm as your pussy around my fingers,” he responded, ignoring her denial because they both knew she was.
“Elias,” she moaned, and he wasn’t sure if it was from his words or him curling his fingers inside her.
He leaned back in, flicking his tongue against her clit as he fingered her pussy. Her moans filtered into the air as she bit her bottom lip, eyes focused on his. Eri ran her fingers through his hair as his tongue toyed with her clit. Used his tongue to strum it like guitar strings, playing a soft ballad.
Elias tasted her, played with her, pushing her towards her next orgasm. Her walls contracted around his fingers, and she undulated her hips. He laid his tongue flat against her clit, letting her use it the way she wanted to reach her climax. She was cumming for him so easily, and as long as she would let him, he would make her do it all night.
As her orgasm hit her, she threw her head back, closing her eyes, and her hips stilled. He gripped her chin with his free hand, turning her to look at him, and her eyes opened as he flicked his tongue against her clit at the same languid pace he moved his fingers. Eri’s legs shook, and when she tried to remove the one from his shoulder, he released her chin, holding it in place.
“Elias, please.”
He hummed against her clit before taking it between his lips, and she let out a whimper that caused him to smirk against her pussy. He stopped thrusting his fingers but stroked them inside her, one, then the other. The hand she had in his hair tightened, and he could tell she didn’t know whether she wanted to pull away or bear the sweet torture. The latter was her only option because unless she voiced that she wanted him to stop, he didn’t plan to until he got his fill.
“Elias,” Eri whined. “My clit is sensitive.”
He sat up, looking down at her, and he didn’t miss the widening of her eyes. His face was covered in the releases she’d given him over the past who knew how long. She’d been so responsive, came so easily for him each time, whether it was from his lips, his tongue, or his fingers.
Elias wiped a hand over his face before reaching down and adjusting himself. His dick felt hard enough to break steel, and he needed it to go down. He gave her a kiss before getting out of the bed. He’d only made it a few steps when she stopped him.
“Where are you going?”
“I need to clean you up, Amate.”
“Why?” She tilted her head. “You’ll only have to do it again.” Her eyes dropped to his dick. “Unless that isn’t for me.”
Like hell it wasn’t, but he was fine with willing it down. He didn’t want to cross any boundaries or make her uncomfortable. But he’d said he’d go at her pace, give her what she wanted.
“We don’t have to do anything you don’t want us to.” He was sure she knew that, but felt the need to say it.
“What I want is your dick inside me. My rules, remember?” she asked teasingly.
Elias smirked. “Your rules, Amate.”
