“Tell me what you want, Elliot.”
“I want you to touch me. Please.”
“So polite,” I murmur against her neck, my lips brushing the sensitive skin just below her ear.
She shivers.
I unhook her bra and slide the straps from her shoulders, my hands mapping the warm curve of her back as if I’m memorizing it. My fingertips drift slowly upward, then forward, tracing the soft line of her stomach. She inhales sharply when my palms finally cup her breasts.
There’s a small sound in her throat when I squeeze, gently pinching one nipple and then the other.
I let my thumbs circle them lazily, living for the way her body leans into mine, the way she arches against me. Like she can’t get close enough.
I take my time.
My hands glide lower, skimming over the curve of her hips until I find the delicate edge of her stockings. I push them down slowly, one at a time, my palms following the smooth length of her calves as the fabric slips away. My touch trails upward again, unhurried, along the backs of her thighs, appreciating every tremor beneath my fingers.
When I reach her centre, I pause, brushing lightly over the flimsy pink barrier. I slip a finger into her panties and groan. “And so fucking wet.”
Elliot whimpers. She actually whimpers in my arms. “It’s…it’s been a long time.”
“I know, Boss. I know. I’m gonna take good care of you. Okay?”
She nods and kisses me. I adjust her on my lap so I can push her panties down over her hips and toss them on the floor. I stroke her clit with my thumb and her whole body trembles. Slowly, I slide a finger inside her.
“Ohhh God,” she mumbles against my lips. I want to go slow, but she’s so wet and warm and ready for me. I addanother finger, moving them slowly in and out, my thumb never leaving that sweet bundle of nerves.
She rocks her hips, riding my hand in a desperate rhythm. My other arm loops around her, holding her to my chest, trying to slow her down. But she’s stronger than she looks and I’m doing well just to hang on to her.
She hitches herself up higher and I take the opportunity to bury my face in her breasts, caressing them with my tongue. Her movements become more erratic, her moans louder, as I feel her tightening around me.
“I’m almost…I have to…” she gasps as her hands pull my hair.
“Let go, Elliot. I’ve got you.”
She comes with a long shudder and loud cry, her arms locked around me as I hold her back just as tight. I kiss her shoulder, her neck, her jawline. Her skin is flushed and damp, soft and sensitive to my touch.
After several long moments she lifts her head and looks at me. God, she is more stunning than ever at this moment. Her blonde hair is mussed, half fallen out of whatever style she had it. Her beautiful eyes are darker, glazed. Her lips, swollen.
Stunning.
“I really like you,” I blurt, my voice hoarse.
Her lips quirk into the sexiest little smile as her hand brushes over my rock hard cock, straining against my boxer briefs. “What else do you like?”
I bite back a curse as my hips lift, pressing myself into her touch. “Anything. Anything you want to do to me. I’m at your mercy, Elliot. Completely.”
“Condom?” she whispers. I direct her to the bedside table drawer where the fresh box I bought this morning waits. She finds them and opens the box, tearing open the square foil with more patience than I’d have.
I lift my hips, sliding off the last of my clothing and shesettles back onto my lap. I help her guide the condom over and down my shaft, even the briefest contact of her fingers enough to make me tense.
If I’m not careful, this will be over before it starts.
“I might not last long,” I admit as she lifts up to line herself up to me.
She plants a soft kiss on my lips before echoing my words from earlier back to me. “Don’t worry. I’m gonna take good care of you.”
Before I can respond, she’s sliding down on me, surrounding me, and I think I might actually die from the pleasure. I feel her everywhere. In every nerve, every cell of my body.
