I slither down the mattress and position myself between her knees, which I spread, and I notice the way she shivers. Ensuring our eyes lock, I begin to kiss her softly up her skin with purposely slow movements. Her skin is silky and smells good. A mixture of her coconut soap and the smell of her arousal. Both my tongue and my cock crave the taste.
Every small touch of skin and our shared gaze only tightens the rope between us. This isn't physical, our emotions have already bound together some time ago. We just needed a night to take the time to soak in every realization.
Another kiss high enough on her thighs, both sides, and she moans because I am so close, yet it’s not enough for her. This is restraint because I crave things in life, and she is the best of them all.
The tip of my tongue near her crevice coaxes her apart. At last, my mouth meets her flesh with a single brush of my tongue over her drenched panties, and it's all it takes for her to gasp my name. It encourages me to press my thumbs deep into her thighs while I drag up and down her pussy in a stroke. My nose repeats the action, inhaling as I do, before I slide the fabric to the side.
Finally, I taste her, directly on the source, and she’s even better. I bury my face between her legs and let her vibrate against my tongue. Every flick earns a twitch of her hips, every gentle suck a near-silent plea for more. I’ll be damned if I don’t get to have her reacting to me this way for the rest of my life. I’m only using my mouth and still need to fill her with my cock.
Her fingers tangle in my hair to anchor herself, and the room echoes with her reaction when I insert one digit inside of her. I peer up to see her fisting the sheets, and pride booms as I circle her clit.
“Fuck.”
I smile to myself while I continue my pursuit. I’ve learned that Elodie might appear to be a woman who follows the rules in the office and raises our child with patience and manners. But oh, this woman can have a mouth.
And I love it.
Even when she mumbles my name through curses, the sound goes straight to my cock. I’m not stopping until she comes on my mouth. Her hips buck, and I continue my mission. I had her in bed years ago, hell, I’ve shared a bed with her the other week to sleep. But having her in bed with me doing this to her?It’s obscenely different.
My fingers curl, and my tongue speeds up, and when she begins to let out her orgasm, I stay on her clit as she shudders, clinging to me until her wave breaks. I give her a second to recover.
I expect her to say something, but after a few moments she propels her body slightly upand captures my mouth for a kiss as her hands begin to lower down my abs to my unzipped pants, together we work them off.
She wraps her hand around my cock, and my body ripples from her touch. “I have an IUD.” Her voice is scratchy with lust.
“Good, because I don’t want any barrier between us; we have enough obstacles in our lives right now.” Her head falls back as she giggles. Inside, I picture her the way she would have looked pregnant, beautiful, and what she would have felt like carrying my child. That just sends me on a track of determination to be inside her. I lead her back down until she is flat on the mattress, and I lie on my side next to her.
Elodie rubs her body against mine, needy and impatient. She pumps my cock, exploring my length while my mouth covers hers. I sling her leg around my waist. My handcaptures her, interlaces our fingers, and stretches above her head along the mattress.
I take one of her nipples into my mouth, and she moans. “Your breasts are more beautiful than I remember.” I gaze at the other. It doesn’t slip my mind that her breasts have changed because of our child. I release her wrist, but she stays put as my hand travels down the slopes along the side of her body before I position my cock.
Our eyes lock, and I make no mistake that this isn’t exactly meaningless between us, nor wild like the bathroom. We’re intentional with our chemistry now.
When I push up inside her, slow and deliberate, she gasps, the nails of one hand sinking into my shoulders. Fuck, she's snug, heat smothering every inch of me. I grit my teeth and go slowly. She moans, low and desperate, rolling her hips up to meet me as we lie on our sides, our bodies so tightly entwined. I dig my fingers into her waist, hold her steady, and give her another inch.
"Hayes," she chokes out. "You feel—oh..."
“Like you're mine?” I finish her sentence and thrust a little harder.
Her breath is heavy, and her pussy is slick for me as she nods. I curse under my breath, feeling her tighten around my shaft, binding us tighter together, and I press farther in and pick up my speed, grunting as I slam into her, but she takes every inch. I’m no longer delicate, only intent on staying buried inside her because this woman has the power to make me unhinged, and I'm lost in her.
We move together, my hand finds the back of her neck, and I fist some of her hair to ensure our eyes don’t break contact. She begins to dig into the skin of my arms as our moans collide.
One jolt and I have her completely on her back, her legsbinding around me and her nails scraping along my shoulders and back. The walls of her pussy squeeze, and I’m losing control.
“Elodie.” My voice sounds gravelly against her neck.
We are completely tangled yet one body, especially as I push deeper. Everything intensifies, and my middle begins to clench.
“Come for me,” I demand, struggling to keep my cock waiting. Slowing our thrusts only magnifies our connection. Our foreheads touch as we sink into the feeling of one another.
We stay in sync until she insists that we pick up our pace, our mouths fused, and when she unleashes her moan, I follow her trail of an orgasm, collapsing on top of her but staying at home inside her.
Our hearts are racing, and I feel her chest rising and falling under my cheek.
“Did you feel that?”My voice is ragged.
“Mmhmm,” she answers drowsily.
