Page 12 of Healing Love

I’ve always been a bigger girl, as my mother never fails to point out, but I’ve never been more aware of every stretch mark, every roll, every imperfection on my body. Especially when I’m in the presence of a freaking ripped god of a man. But Elliot doesn’t leave any space for self-doubt. It’s clear he likes what he sees. What he feels. What he tastes.

Elliot nips at the tops of my breasts then lavishes them with kisses and kneels in front of me. He scrunches the skirt of my dress up so the material is bunched around my stomach, shouldering my knees apart so he's staring right at my panty-covered pussy. I know he sees how shamefully wet I am. How wet he's made me. Elliot leans forward and covers the wet spot with his mouth, sucking on the fabric and making me gasp in surprise. He grunts into my pussy and breathes in deep. Holy hell, this man is fucking hot. Everything he does.

Elliot hooks his thumbs into the side of my panties and slowly drags them down my legs until I'm bare before him. For a few seconds, he just stares at me. It's unnerving. No one has ever seen me like this. Touched me like this. Ruined me like this.

He peppers kisses up the insides of my thighs, first one, and then the other. Then he parts my lips with his thumbs and lets out a strangled moan.

“Jesus Christ, you’re dripping for me. I need it. Need to taste it. Need to.” He sounds like a man possessed. I love it. How am I the one doing this to him? Why me?

I don’t have time to overthink it before his tongue is sliding through my folds. I gasp and moan, falling backward onto the desk. Elliot licks me up and down, humming into my pussy like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. I swear I feel his wet, hot tongue deep in my core, the liquid heat pooling inside me and filling my veins with burning ecstasy.

Elliot leans back slightly, and I whimper at the loss of him. Then he swipes two fingers up my slit, pulling my pussy lips open and forming a cage around my clit with his fingers. My eyes slam shut as his tongue makes contact with my isolated bundle of nerves.

The whole world zooms down to just Elliot and me. He sucks down on me fiercely and my body winds up fast and hard. When I'm about to come, he backs away and pushes his tongue inside of me, lapping at my throbbing channel. One finger finds my clit and he brushes it softly, never letting me go over the edge but making sure I'm still right there.

“Please, please…” I whine, squirming beneath him and trying to get him where I need him most. I’m still somewhat aware of our surroundings, so I’m trying to keep my obnoxious noises down. I’m not sure if I can contain myself for much longer, though. I never thought I’d be in this position, but right now, I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.

Elliot continues to torture my swollen, sensitive cunt with his tongue. His finger circles my entrance, over and over, then dips inside. I moan, feeling my tight channel stretch around his large digit. God, I can’t even imagine what his cock is going to feel like. I don’t know if I’ll survive, but I sure as hell want to try.

He slowly works his finger in and out of me with gentle thrusts, then he curls it up. Holy. Fucking. Shit. My body spasms violently, causing my thighs to close around his head and my back to bow off the desk.

“Feel good?” he asks, his voice low and gravelly, sending another shiver up my spine.

“So… good…” I gasp. He curls his finger up again and rubs that spot, then taps it over and over. “Elliot! Elliot… I…”

He fingerfucks me hard and sucks on my clit, growling into my pussy. My muscles lock up tight, each thrust and rough lick sending me higher, higher, higher…

And then I shatter.

I whimper his name and claw at the desk as my orgasm ravishes me. Elliot slides his hands underneath my ass and pulls me closer, burying his face into my pulsing cunt and drinking down all of my release. I squeeze my eyes shut and fall into pleasure so intense I think I might pass out.

“You’re okay, honey. I’ve got you.”

I open my eyes, noticing I’m on the couch, curled up in Elliot’s lap. “I... What?”

He chuckles softly, the hearty sound traveling through my body, warming up my bones. I’ve never heard him laugh like this.

“I lost you there for a minute. I take it, you were pleased?” He’s smirking at me, which is another first that I absolutely adore.

“I am very pleased,” I grin back at him.

“So, you’ll stay with me, then?”

I blink at Elliot, not sure where that came from. “I didn’t say that…”

“But you trust me, right? You trusted me with your body just now. You trusted me with a little piece of your story earlier. So trust me now. Trust that I want to take care of you.”

Tears sting my eyes, but I don’t let them fall. Elliot’s dark green eyes peer into mine, begging me to say yes, to stay with him. I don’t know why he suddenly wants to protect me, but I’m in no position to turn down help. Especially from the gruff, sexy, surprisingly sweet mountain man. I can’t let him think he’s won that easily, however.

"Let's make a deal," I tell him, straightening up in his lap. "I'll stay with you if you wake me up like that every morning." I was mostly teasing, but the hungry look in his eyes lets me know he's very much on board with that plan.

“Done,” he growls.

I laugh at his eagerness, then kiss his cheek. My grumpy, vulnerable, and somehow adorable Elliot. I think I’m half in love with him already. I just hope he doesn’t break my heart.

“Unfortunately, I do have a job to get back to. One that requires clothing and a modicum of professionalism.”

“Rude,” he deadpans, making me giggle. I love that he jokes with me in his own way. “But I understand.” Elliot helps me get dressed, though he refuses to give me my panties back. “I need them more than you do,” he insists.

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