Page 48 of Our Elliana

TWENTY: Shhh, Sweet Thing

JACKSON

It’s been a topsy turvy night. A joyous evening obliterated by the act of some unknown assailant I’d love to strangle the life out of but can’t. I’m so pissed off that I can barely resist pummeling a brick wall, and my only method of coping has been to focus so ruthlessly on Elle that everything in my periphery vanishes. I can be good at applying such concentration.

I’ve had to be.

And now I’m gonna narrow my world down to this magnificent woman beneath me and offer her the brain-numbing ecstasy she deserves.

Elliana is like me. She both glories in and takes out her distress and anguish through a bit of orgasm therapy. The good news is with a capable lover, it works every damn time. And it just so happens that I am such a capable lover.

I’ve grown used to my two compatriots, as well. Even if they wake all the way up, I don’t mind if they watch. Hell, I wouldn’t mind if they full-on participated. Our duties revolve around Elle and her pleasure, so whatever the lady wants is what she gets.

Especially after the sinister events of earlier.

Shoving all that shit out of my thoughts, I gaze at her. A full moon is shining in through her window, lighting much of her room in this gauze-like haze, and despite it being the middle of the night, I can make out the basics of pretty much everything.

I sink onto her mattress and shimmy like an eel back to where I was. There’s not quite enough room for this, so she raises one of those shapely legs in the air. For a few heartbeats, I drag my nose along the curve of her ankle, getting kissing close to the bracelet stationed there.

It’s a shiny sterling silver with sparkling butterflies that dangle free, and when I blow on them they swirl around. She shivers at this as my breath also feathers up her shin and knee, so I do it again.

And again.

I reposition her, gingerly crooking that leg and setting her foot between the kid’s knees. He’s snoozing, but part of him is either aware of what’s about to go on or he’s having one hell of an X-rated dream because he’s sporting enough of a tent to make any outdoorsy type proud.

I do the same with her other leg, this time bending her knee so that it drapes over Tristan’s torso. He harumphs in his sleep like only Tristan can, but he doesn’t break all the way into consciousness.

Goal unlocked. Now, it’s time to score.

Settling myself into the V of her thighs, I breathe in her essence and smell the tantalizing scent of her arousal. I love how Elle is such a sexual woman. Even after deciding not to partake a few hours ago, she’s not too rigid to change her mind. Her body knows what she truly needs.

And I’m gonna give it to her.

Dropping my head I lave my tongue along the outer petals of her core, teasing her and watching as those already wet folds become so drenched that they’re visibly glistening. I feel a few droplets of my own precum erupt from my tip in response, oozing out onto her satin sheets, but that’s nothing.

By the time I make her come enough to satisfy her, these sheets will need to be stripped and thoroughly laundered.

I’ll take care of it.

She’s breathing fast but quietly, and taking pity on her, I concentrate my efforts on that pearl inside her pearl. I regularly have dreams about this fucking white gem. On my off nights, I’ll whack off in the shower thinking about it. It’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen on any woman, and Elle’s reaction when I pinch and play with it guns my engine like nothing else ever has.

Covering my teeth with my lips, I clamp onto her pierced clit, actively tugging it until she can’t help but moan. I want to congratulate myself by doing a fist pump, but instead, I lift my head up and mouth to Elle.

“Shhh, sweet thing. Thought you wanted to keep this silent.”

She’s panting as she playfully flips me off, and I chuckle despite myself.

“Are you leaking for me?” she asks in a whisper, and I nod. “I wanna see.”

I prop myself up on my knees and lean forward, bringing my cock above her tits as she wishes. I’ll do anything she wishes. I would even if she weren’t paying me for the privilege.

Because of the two men laying like logs beside her, she’s limited in what she can do, but when she sticks out her tongue for a taste, I oblige, gradually lowering myself until my bulbous head skims her lips. She licks, then sucks, and I’m in fucking heaven. Few things are better than this.

I dip my finger into her lush pussy, then mix the moisture with my precum. Latching my gaze to hers, I next taste the combined flavors and watch her pant even harder.

“I want some,” she mouths inaudibly, but I understand. I bring my finger to her mouth and have to swallow to keep from climaxing all over her, the visual is just too irresistible. Too unforgettably good. That’s when she mutters the words I’ve been dying to hear. “Fuck me.”

Taking myself in hand, I rub my crown along her folds and clit, taking advantage of all this natural lube. Only after that do I notch myself to her entrance and push ever-so-slowly inside. Her full lips fall open and go round with an unspoken, “Oh,” and I revel in the knowledge that she’s gonna get louder than she intended.

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