Feathering her eyelids open, Fern confirmed it was in fact morning before Elliott slipped two fingers inside her and crooked them, teasing at her G-spot while he sucked on her overly sensitive clit.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted in time with his rhythm until she burst, lifting her hips so high off the bed, he had to get up on his knees to keep his mouth over her core. As her orgasm shook her, she stretchedout her arm, grabbing for his cock, but only managing to grasp the head before she lost her hold.
Face still pressed against her, he motorboated her pussy—for lack of better description—and she lost it laughing, though his vibrations whirred her to life again.
“I want you in me,” she panted.
Grabbing her by the hips as he moved forward, Elliott lowered her ass to his thighs and slammed into her without preamble. “You’re fucking fantastic,” he growled, railing her hard and fast until they both came again.
“I’m so tired,” she lamented, feeling boneless when he pulled out, already hard—or still hard—despite their marathon session.
Rolling to his side, Elliott turned her to face him. “Are you ready?”
“To get sick or to fuck again?”
“For the sickness.” He brushed her loose hair behind her ear.
“I am, I think. I’m a little nervous, but I’m so excited.”
“I still get to chase you.” His erection throbbed against her stomach.
A frisson of excitement wound its way through her, and she bit her lip. “I know.”
“Let me get some breakfast in you. You clean up, shower, do whatever you want to do to feel fresh—”
Heat was rising at her core again, so she planted a kiss on his lips and grabbed his hand from her hair to shove it between her legs. He happily swirled a finger over her clit. “Come with me?” she begged.
“To shower?”
“Mhm.”
“All right. How about—” He paused to make her come, for like, the zillionth time, then cupped her while he continued, “I’ll heat up the leftover quiche while you start the shower. When we’re clean, we’ll eat, then I’ll chase you. Sound good?”
“Soundsperfect,” Fern agreed. “But first, it’s your turn.” She pushed him onto his back and shimmied down the bed to slot herself in between his legs. With one hand teasing his balls, one wrapped around his shaft, and her mouth open and willing, he finished quickly.
Elliott heated up breakfast, came to wash her, and fucked her frombehind against the shower wall before they sat down to their meal. With phones in hand as necessary distractions, they shoveled food into their mouths and avoided looking at one another across the table, knowing it would only lead to more sex.
“I’m checking in with Liv,” Fern announced, shooting off a text as she squirmed on her chair.
His hand disappeared beneath the table, and she assumed he was adjusting his boner.
“I’m checking in with my mom,” Elliott said.
Fern balked. “She doesn’t— You didn’t— Oh my god!”
“No! I told them we’re mating this week, and I’ll let them know when we’re finished. I kept it vague. They’re excited to meet you.”
“They’re not worried we moved too fast?”
“No. We’ve talked about this, sugar. They’d think we were weird if we waited.”
Smiling, Fern shoved more quiche in her mouth and looked down when her phone vibrated.
Olivia
You’ve been in the super compelling forhowlong?!
Fern
