Page 77 of Frosted Fakes

But Elliott took her time anyway, kissing down Julia's throat, across her chest. Her mouth found Julia's breast, tongue circling slowly, teasing. Julia gasped, her fingers tangling in Elliott's hair. The sensation shot through her, heat pooling in her belly.

Elliott lavished attention on her, alternating between her breasts, teeth grazing gently, tongue soothing. Julia was already trembling, already wanting, and Elliott had barely begun.

Then Elliott shifted lower, pressing kisses to Julia's stomach, her hip, the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. Julia's breath came faster, anticipation building with each brush of Elliott's lips. She could feel Elliott's breath warm against her center, tantalizingly close.

"Elliott…"

"I've got you."

And then Elliott's mouth was on her, and Julia stopped thinking entirely.

Elliott was slow at first, exploratory, her tongue tracing patterns that made Julia's hips jerk. She was learning what made Julia gasp and shiver, cataloguing every response with the same precision she brought to her baking. Then she found her rhythm, and Julia's world narrowed to nothing but sensation.

Elliott's tongue moved with devastating skill, circling and stroking. Julia's hands fisted in the sheets. Her hips rose to meet Elliott's mouth, chasing the pleasure building inside her.

"God, Elliott… don't… stop…"

Elliott hummed against her, and the vibration sent sparks through Julia's entire body. One of Elliott's hands slid up to cup Julia's breast, thumb brushing her nipple in time with her tongue's movements. The dual sensation was almost too much. Julia was trembling, climbing higher, every nerve on fire.

Elliott slipped two fingers inside her, curling them just right, and Julia cried out. The combination of Elliott's mouth and her fingers working together was overwhelming. Julia could feel herself approaching the edge, tension coiling tighter and tighter inside her.

When she came, it was with Elliott's name on her lips, her back arching off the bed. Wave after wave of pleasure rolling through her, and Elliott stayed with her through all of it, gentling her touches as Julia slowly came back to herself.

She lay there for a moment, breathing hard, feeling like she'd been unmade and remade. Her whole body tingling.

"Definitely better than your baking," Elliott said, pressing a kiss to Julia's hip.

Julia laughed breathlessly. "I haven’t done anything yet."

"Take your time. I'm not going anywhere."

But Julia didn't want to wait. She wanted to make Elliott feel as undone as she did.

She pulled Elliott up and rolled them over, settling above her. Elliott looked up with dark eyes, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her usual composure was already cracking at the edges. Julia kissed her, tasting herself on Elliott's lips, and felt Elliott shiver beneath her.

"My turn," Julia murmured.

She explored Elliott's body with hands and mouth, learning every response. Elliott was sensitive just below her ear, a kiss there made her breath catch. The inside of her wrist made her pulse jump. The curve where her neck met her shoulder made her grip Julia's hips hard enough to leave marks.

Julia kissed down Elliott's body, taking her time. She traced the tattoos with her tongue, feeling the muscles in Elliott's stomach clench as she moved lower. Elliott was trying to stay controlled, Julia could tell. Trying to keep quiet, keep composed.

Julia was determined to undo that completely.

She settled between Elliott's thighs, looking up at her. Elliott's eyes were dark, wanting, her lips parted. Julia held her gaze as she lowered her mouth.

Elliott made a sound that went straight through Julia, a broken moan that she clearly hadn't meant to let escape. Julia smiled against her and set to work properly.

She learned that Elliott liked it slow at first, liked the teasing build. She learned that a gentle scrape of teeth made Elliott's thighs tremble. She learned that when she slipped her fingers inside and curled them just so, Elliott stopped trying to be quiet entirely.

"Julia… God… right there…"

Julia kept the rhythm, her tongue and fingers working together. Elliott's hand tangled in her hair, not guiding, just holding on. Her hips moved against Julia's mouth, desperate now, all composure abandoned. She was making sounds Julia wanted to hear again and again. She increased the pressure of her tongue, relentless now, pushing Elliott higher.

When Elliott came, she was anything but quiet. She cried out Julia's name, her whole body shuddering, inner muscles clenching around Julia's fingers. Julia worked her through every wave of it until Elliott finally collapsed back against the pillows, boneless and breathing hard.

Julia kissed her way back up Elliott's body and settled beside her. Elliott's eyes were closed, her skin flushed, her expression utterly unguarded. She looked beautiful.

"Well," Elliott said finally, without opening her eyes. "That was acceptable."