Page 48 of Life

I lick a line up his neck from his clavicle to a spot I’ve found is sensitive for him behind his ear. One that makes him shudder. He tastes of salt and the sea, a delicious appetizer for what I’m dying to wrap my lips around.

I’ve always been a blow job kind of girl. I love cock. I love sucking cock. It’s not the act that turns me on—it’s the power I have when I hold that firm muscle in my hand, or better yet, within the heat of my mouth. The way a man loses his focus, his control. Such a turn-on. I can’t wait to make Eli purr for me. I grin and sink my teeth into the meat of his shoulder, imagining it was another spot on his body.

“Aw, fuck,” he says before tossing me onto a fluffy cloud. I bounce a few times before he cinches both ankles, slides his strong hands up my calves, thighs, and to my waist, where he unbuttons my jeans and drags them down my legs and off.

I mewl when he lays a firm kiss on the space below my belly button.

I shouldn’t want this, but Lord have mercy…I do.

Eli stands and rips his shirt over his head, gifting me with a view of his golden chest. He’s much larger than Tommy was. Bigger by many pounds of rock-hard muscle. The black tribal tats swirl down his arms like ribbons wrapping my present up in a pretty package. All I can think about is tracing each of those lines with my tongue, digging my teeth into one of them, and memorizing his taste.

“I’ve been waiting to see that look in your eye, Spicy. That feral sexual creature hiding under the surface. You can unleash her with me. I can take anything you’ve got and give it back in spades, baby.”

A heightened awareness comes over me. My skin feels prickly, ready to burst into flame, my mouth waters, and I’m grinding my teeth in response to the musky male scent in the room. I sit up on my knees and pull my shirt over my head. I’m clad only in a red satin bra and tiny matching G-string that ties at each hip.

Eli’s jaw tightens, and his hands move into fists as a predatory gleam turns his eyes a dark forest green. His nostrils flare as if he’s scenting the room the same way an animal would.

“I can smell you, babe. How’s about you remove that sorry excuse for a pair of underwear and show me how hot you are for me?”

“You first,Cazador.” I smirk and wink.

He grins salaciously while unbuttoning his jeans and slowly pulling down his zipper. His thick cock comes into view. I’ve never been so happy a man has gone commando in my life. The sight of his straining erection makes me dizzy with desire.

“You look hungry.” His voice is low, a rumbling timbre that causes more wetness to flow down south.

I smack my chops. “I could eat.”

He chuckles and inhales loudly. It’s the only sound I hear in the room besides the low warble of the fan spinning above the bed. With a curl to his lips and a sexy pout, he fists his massive cock.

I moan at the sight, not able to hold back. He’s completely hair-free. He’s the first man I’ve ever seen completely smooth. With no hair nestled at the base, his length looksenorme. Huge. I want to lick a circle around the base and nip at the skin there until he jerks his hips with need.

“Now you. Show me,” he snarls, barely holding back.

With a flick of my fingers I’ve got both bows at my hips untied and the scrap of satin falls between my legs to the bed below, showing him the small landing strip of hair I keep downthere. Moisture is building at the apex of my sex, drops of arousal coating my slit as he looks his fill.

“The bra. I’ve dreamed of that fucking rack for weeks. Present it to me.” His words come out almost angry, as if the sheer fact he’s had to wait to get to this moment has been a hardship, a torturous experience for him.

I unhook the back of my bra and shrug out of the fabric, tossing it over my shoulder to the floor beyond.

My nipples tighten into eraser-sized nubs of need under his greedy gaze. Eli swallows and stares intently. His eyes seem to caress my skin with every new bit he discovers. For long minutes, I stay perfectly still, the only movement the raging beat of my heart, my chest shifting up and down with each ragged breath, and the effervescent tingle at the core of me.

“You’re my dream come to life. I wanted you before I even knew you. And tonight, I’m going to have you. Over and over again until you beg me to stop.”

His cock seems to grow in front of my eyes, and I want nothing more than to wrap my lips around it and suck to my heart’s content. But he’s faster than me. He lifts a knee to the bed and prowls forward. One hand wraps around my hip and the other around my back as he catapults me to the bed. When I’m prone, he hovers over me, his lips barely touching mine.

“Do you have any idea what you do to a man?”

I shake my head. “Tell me,” I whisper against his mouth.

He wraps one of his large hands around my neck in a lover’s caress. “From your neck down to each perfect tit.” He lifts one and plumps it for good measure, letting his thumb caress the hardened peak. “This body… Jesus Christ, Maria. You’re a goddamned vision of the perfect woman. Do you not see what every man sees?”

His words are blunt and forceful. Words I’ve never heard before under these circumstances. Elijah speaks his mind and nothing but the truth at all times. It’s something I appreciate more than flattery. He’s honest. Men in my past haven’t always been forthcoming. Antonio specifically. That man spent years making me feel less than. Tommy, on the other hand, gave nine months of putting me on a pedestal. And here’s Elijah, spitting his desire with a giant erection and hands that tug and pull as if he can’t control his need to touch me.

Me. The busted-up, broken girl from the wrong side of the tracks with no real home and a family of friends I’ve chosen to call my own. I’m nobody special, but in his eyes, I feel like a goddess.

“I’m going to adore you the way you should be adored, and then I’m going to fuck the hell out of you until you pass out.” His words incite the lust within me a hundred times over.

“Please…” I plead, not sure how to make my need any clearer.

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