Page 80 of What It Means To Be Found

Good god, she was already glistening for me. “I plan to…” I found myself rasping through a whisper. I wasn’t confident she could hear it with how loud she was panting already. My voice was roughand dry, and not just from the state of arousal I was in. The words burned against my damaged and unused vocal cords, but I was proud of how well my mouth and tongue remembered to form the words beyond the feeling of sandpaper scraping against the sound.

“Did you just—” Eloise didn’t get to finish her question because I dove in, unable to wait a second longer to taste her. She covered her mouth to smother her squeal at the first swipe, and part of me remembered that she had roommates, but I couldn’t have cared less at the moment. I was entirely focused on my actions, keeping my eyes open and on her as I explored Eloise’s most intimate parts to see which licks and kisses that she responded to the most.

Within what felt like seconds, I could see a light pink flush start to coat her cheeks and chest.

It felt incredibly difficult to keep steady, and my grip on her thighs tightened with need as I forced myself to keep my pace consistent for her benefit. Eloise’s hands rooted themselves into her own hair, her eyes closed and her lips parted. Soon she was squirming so much that I had to place a hand on her pelvis simply to keep her still enough for me to continue what I was doing.

When her body wasn’t thrusting against me, I decided to indulge myself and pressed one of my fingers into her, watching her to make sure that it was okay. When she smiled and her hands removed themselves from her hair to grip the sheets instead, I continued to curl my finger inside of her.

“Yes. Please, please,” I almost sped up the flicks my tongue was making, almost. However, I had a feeling that I needed to pin her down and keep doing what I was doing exactly as it was. Perhaps she was close and was begging me not to change a thing.

Turns out, I was right.

Eloise exploded on my tongue, her back arching almost completely off the bed as she groaned through clenched teeth. Only then did I close my eyes and let myself focus on the experience of lapping up every bit of her arousal.

Once she went limp against the mattress, I finally stopped, sitting up on my elbows and waiting for her eyes to open and look at me before I placed my finger in my mouth, licking her off of me with a satisfied groan.

“Are you real?” Eloise asked, face flushed and eyes hazy. I bit my lip as I smiled and started to crawl up her body again before I paused and rolled off of the bed. “Get back here!” Eloise hissed. I crouched down and grabbed my pants, digging through the pockets until I pulled out the two condoms I had tucked into my wallet before leaving my house today. I stood tall and held up the contraception, rather than explaining myself.

Eloise nodded and quickly sat up. Both of her hands gripped the waistband of my boxers, tugging them down so roughly, I almost lost my balance and tipped over, but I was able to get a grip on her shoulder to brace myself.

“Oh god,” Eloise groaned when her eyes settled on my erection standing at full attention. I felt only a small flicker of self-consciousness from her ogling my cock so openly, even though it wasn’t even the first time she had done so, but then she let me step fully out of my boxers while scooting herself to the edge of the bed so that she could wrap one of her delicate hands around me.

Air whooshed from my lungs at her grip.

“Damn,” Eloise’s lips tugged at the edges, a playful smile hinting there as she licked the palm of her other hand and wrapped that one around my shaft as well. “You might not fit. You might be too much for me.” Her eyes lifted to meet mine as I stared down at her, her hands doing incredible things that made it difficult to think beyond, Oh shit, is she serious? Have I hurt her before?

Then I noticed the mischief in her eyes, and I felt mine narrow in response.

“It always fits, Logan,” Eloise responded as she focused back on her task of giving me the most incredible hand job I had ever received in my life, “I think you’ll always have to go slow with me, though. I mean you are, well, the size that you are.”

A woman telling a man that they’re large, or big, or whatever adjective along those lines, will always be the exact right thing to say to him anytime they’re about to have sex. The primal urge in me to push her down and sink into her was almost unbearable after hearing those words fall from her lips.

I was bracing one hand on her shoulder, noticing the drop of precum on the tip of my cock a second before Eloise leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head. I rolled my head back, spots coating my vision at the incredible feeling of her hot mouth on me.

I quickly jerked back out of her grip, silently loving the pout on her lips from my retreat.

“What’s wrong?” Eloise asked. I shook my head at her and mouthed with my ASL, I’m going to come.

“That’s literally the point.” Eloise lifted an eyebrow at me, and I shook my head at her again as I huffed a laugh of my own at her. “What do you want, then?”

You, my vision wasn’t as hazy anymore, and I zeroed in on her as I noticed that she still had her lacy thong on. I had never taken it off. Well, that won’t do, I thought. I reached forward and wrapped my hands around the flimsy fabric before tugging as quickly and roughly as I could, loving the snapping sound it made in the room as I tossed the ripped material over my shoulder.

Eloise gasped, a new dark flush coating her cheeks as she stared wide-eyed at her ruined underwear on the floor. I didn’t give her a chance to respond before I was on her, pushing her back on the bed and covering her lips with my own.

“Wait!” Eloise grabbed my face with her hands and pushed me back far enough to playfully glare at me, “That was my favorite pair, you Neanderthal!”

Sorry, I wasn’t sorry, I’ll buy you more.

“Just so you can feel better about ripping those off, too?”

Yes, I could only pretend to care about her shredded thong so much. She rolled her eyes at me before kissing me hard, her teeth sinking into my bottom lip almost too roughly.

My cock twitched between us, loving her bite, and reminding me that it needed protection.

“Fine,” Eloise pushed me away, slapping her hand on the mattress until it landed on the condoms. She picked them up only to slap them against my chest. “Cover up, then cover me.” I lifted an eyebrow at her as I tore one condom open with my teeth, loving how hooded her eyes went at the sight of it.

Damn, the moves from those romance novels really did come in clutch sometimes.

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