‘Yeah,’ Daisy said, running her fingers through his thick hair and capturing his mouth with hers.
‘You’re going to miss the fireworks,’ he said, smiling against her lips.
‘We could make our own.’
‘You did not just say that.’
Daisy laughed. ‘I regretted it immediately.’
Elliot rolled them so she was on her back, bracing himself over her. ‘It’s a great idea, though.’ He nuzzled against her neck, kissing and nipping.
‘So, you weren’t always like this?’ she asked, breathless.
‘Like what?’ He tugged her tank top over her head. ‘Pretty color, by the way,’ he said, tossing the red shirt aside.
‘Thank you. And like… this…’
‘Hornier than a teenage boy?’
‘Yeah!’
He grinned. ‘No, this is all for you, Daisy. Only you make me like this.’
She sighed as he worked his way down her neck, kissing her collarbone, her chest, licking the tops of her breasts, his tongue dipping into her bra until she gasped. Her shorts were off before she knew what was happening, her underwear tossed lord only knew where. And Elliot was everywhere. His mouth on her breast, his fingers working over her clit, sliding through her wetness.
He groaned. ‘And what about you?’ he said, his mouth back on her throat, teeth scraping sensitive skin. ‘Were you like this before? Was anything ever like this before?’
His fingers were inside her now, thrusting, his thumb still working her clit so perfectly, getting her so close so quickly she would have been embarrassed if she didn’t know that Elliot was right there with her, his rigid cock straining against her thigh.
‘No,’ she gasped. ‘Everything with you is different. Better.More.’
She could feel his smile imprinted on her skin as he rubbed her just right, holding her as the pleasure built.
‘Can you be quiet?’ he whispered, even as his fingers did wicked and wonderful things to her.
Daisy whimpered and shook her head. Of course she couldn’t be quiet. Even if they were outside. Even if their neighbors were inconveniently close by.
Elliot put his hand over her mouth, and she gasped at the feel of his strong fingers on her lips. ‘Come apart for me, sweet Daisy.’
She did. Writhing and whimpering and groaning against his hand. She gripped his forearm, keeping him there, holding her.
‘You look so perfect when you come,’ he whispered.
Dazed but not finished, she climbed on top of him. ‘So do you,’ she said, kissing his neck, tugging his T-shirt off and kissing down his chest.
‘Did you bring any condoms to this little set-up?’ he asked, his voice hitching when Daisy undid the button on his jeans. ‘I would have, if I thoughtcome watch the fireworksmeantcome fuck me on the roof.’
Her laughter coasted over his skin and he shivered.
‘I didn’t bring any.’
‘That’s okay, we can just…’
‘I went back on the pill.’
‘Oh?’ He looked at her, his eyebrows raised, waiting to see what she said next.
‘So, we can go without. If you want.’
