He pulls back, slapping my pussy, and my body jolts. “And rather than using that smart mouth of yours to complain, you could be a good girl and come on my fingers so I know you’re ready to take my cock insideourtight, sweet cunt.” If his words weren’t enough of a shock, the cocky smile he tosses my way completes the picture.
Beneath all of his sinfully sweet layers, my blushing boy has a wild streak that I can’t wait to see more of.
I give in to his demands, allowing him to draw an orgasm out of me that threatens to steal the breath from my lungs as he devours me with his mouth and stretches me with his fingers. But it’s his words that finally push me over the edge, leaving me light-headed and dizzy.
“Come for me, Adhira. Let me see you shatter on my fingers before I make you come apart on my cock.”
Heat zips up my spine, the pressure he’s had building low in my belly obliterating with a flick of his tongue and a curve of his fingers. Tingles of pleasure reverberate through me like waves of euphoria, and when I finally come back down to earth, he continues a slow, shallow stroke through my wet heat, coaxing trembling aftershocks through my limbs.
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WatchingAdhira come apart forme, and knowing it’s never been like this for her with anyone else, is a feeling I can’t even begin to describe. It’s like seeing her pleasure, and taking part in it, has a way of shimmering out of my skin, casting me in her luminosity.
I feel light but steady, not like a vibrating atom ready to take off at any moment. I’m grounded in her presence, and being the reason she lets go and enjoys herself without fear for our future or the weight of her past is better than any orgasm. Though she’s certainly had no trouble giving me plenty.
“It gets better every time,” she groans, shimmying her hips beneath me, and the movement reminds me how painfully hard I am.
“Youget better every time. You’re so bloody gorgeous, Adhira,” I praise. I nuzzle into her throat, dragging in deeplungfuls of her warm, gourmand scent. “Screaming my name so beautifully. Strangling my fingers like you will my cock. Spilling your arousal down your pretty thighs for me to clean up later with my tongue.”
“I’m not sure I did much work there, but a solid ten out of ten for my favourite team player,” she murmurs with a breathy chuckle, twining her fingers in my overgrown locks and tugging. “Are you ready for more?” she asks, her voice dropping an octave, the air seeming to shift around us, growing thick with anticipation and nerves.
I adjust to stare down at her, needing her eyes on mine. Those cinnamon orbs burn bright, and her self-assuredness settles deep in my bones.
“I am if you are,” I whisper.
“I’m more than ready, princess.”
My cheeks heat, my gaze dipping to her plump mauve lips, then lower. Her deep, tawny skin glows with a light sheen of sweat; her small, plump breasts and nipples harden beneath my gaze. Sheets of near-black waves fan out around her head and over her shoulders like a halo, her cheeks flushed a deep rouge, complemented by the velvet peacock-blue cushions beneath us.
If I were to look around us, I’d find the room in disarray—our clothes strewn about, blankets and cushions covering every surface. The kitchen counters are littered with glasses because we’ve barely bothered to come up for air since her parents went back to India nearly two weeks ago. But I can’t bring myself to care or to look anywhere but ather, desperate to soak in every moment we have together before we find out our next steps and where life will lead us.
And while I can't predict what the future holds, I know mine is, without a doubt, overflowing with memories Adhira and I will create together. I wouldn't change a single thing.
“Elijah?” She says my name as if she’s been calling it for a while, unable to snap me out of my trance.
“Yes, sweetheart?”
“Where’d your mind run off to?” she asks, cocking her head as a sly smile curves the edge of her lips.
“I was merely admiring the view. Must’ve got caught up on one of my favourite parts.” My gaze lands suggestively on her lips, and I’m rewarded with an intoxicating smile that shows off her crooked incisor.
“Take what you want, Elijah,” she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck and circling my hips with her thighs. “Claim me. Make me yours.”
She tugs on my hair; her mouth finds me, and the paralytic spell I’ve been locked in shatters at the brush of her lips against mine.
My dick twitches, close to throbbing, as I press my hips to hers, groaning into her mouth when she nips at my lower lip.
“You're already,” I pant out, a groan rumbling from my chest, “mine.”
“Then. Show. Me,” she taunts.
She has no idea what her words do to me. Scratch that. Shedoesknow and doesn't care, always choosing to drive me out of my bloody mind.
My movements are shaky, but I try to focus on one thing at a time, knowing that at the centre of it all is her.
I slide my tongue over the seam of her lips, and she opens for me, the sweetness of her mouth mingling with the leftover cinnamon in mine and the lingering taste of her cunt from moments ago. It’s unreal and so bloody intoxicating.
