Page 56 of Love Finds Home

“The things you do to me, woman.”

He captures my mouth again, his tongue invading, seeking, tasting. I feel my body relaxing, the freakout from moments ago fading to the recesses of my mind. I close my eyes, my head falling back as his mouth moves to my jaw, my throat, and then I feel him on my thigh, spreading me with his strong hands.

“I’m not stopping until you beg,” he tells me.

I whimper at his declaration and can feel myself getting wetter. His hands rub up my inner thighs, and when he reaches my pussy, he spreads me wide, inhaling my scent.

“Delicious.”

And then there are no more words. His head descends between my legs and his tongue swipes through my slit, back to front, circling my clit. With the perfect amount of pressure, he assaults my clit with vigor, lapping and nipping. He lifts my legs over his shoulders, one hand pushing me until I’m flat on the counter, moaning his name.

I feel him probing my opening with his finger before plunging it inside as he sucks my clit into his mouth, making me scream. His finger finds that spot that makes me go off, and before I know it, I’m a shaking, trembling, gushing mess. A beautiful mess.

But he doesn’t stop and before I’ve come down from my first orgasm, I’m already ramping up for another one.

“No,” I cry, “I can’t.”

He mumbles something into my clit that I can’t hear, but the vibrations push me even closer to the edge. With one finger still curled perfectly inside of me, I feel his pinky circling my ass. He does love to do that. And when he pushes it inside, I come all over his face again. My body gives out, going limp against the cool marble beneath me.

“I’m not done, Tink. Just getting started.”

I open my eyes to see him standing up, wiping his mouth with the back of his arm. I hear his zipper being pulled down, and without a moment of rest, he thrusts into me.

“Yes,” he hisses. “So wet. So perfect.”

“Fuck me,” I beg. “Please.”

“There you go.”

He only gives me the smallest break to adjust to his size before he’s pumping in and out, gripping my legs hard, and I relish in the pleasure-pain of it.

“More,” I demand.

He grunts, slamming into me over and over, a sheen of sweat covering his skin. “Need you to touch yourself.”

I reach between us, my finger circling my clit, while he watches, his eyes zoomed in to where I’m touching my body.

“I’m so close,” I cry out when he adjusts my body, hitting at a new angle and making me see stars.

“Good,” he grunts again. “Get there.”

Three, four, five more thrusts and I’m coming all over his cock, crying out his name, my back arching off the counter.

“Elle!” he roars. He’s lost all control and is blindly thrusting inside of me until his own release explodes out of him, coating my walls.

He collapses on top of my body, both of us breathing hard, and I manage to lift my hand and run it through his hair, cupping the back of his head before my hand flops back onto the counter, and I close my eyes, loving the feeling of his weight on top of me. I want this. I want him. More than a benefits situation. But that’s not what he wants, and I’ll be damned if I’m the one who breaks and admits my feelings to a man who doesn’t return them.

He pulls out of me, grabbing my hands and pulling me up to sitting. It’s only then I realize we both still have our shirts on. We couldn’t even get all the way naked.

“Feel better?” he asks, a cocky smirk on his face.

“Yes, actually, I do.” I give him a full smile.

“Let’s get cleaned up and figure out your problem,” he says almost awkwardly.

“You don’t have to stay.”

“I know.”

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