Eli’s head dips down and he takes a nipple into his mouth. I clasp my hands around his head, letting my fingers slip through the silky layers. It feels so damn good to have his mouth wrapped around my tip. I moan and lift my hips, searching for something on him to rub against. My head spins, a veritable vortex of arousal and need, as he works me into a frenzy.
“More,” I groan.
And he responds.Dios mio,does he respond. Those lips of his wrap around one tightened peak, and his teeth clamp down until the sparks fly. I cry out with the pleasure and pain ripping through my chest.
“Fuck yes!” I hiss as he nibbles and pricks the sensitive tissue.
Before long, he moves to the other breast and gives it the same blessed torture. Eli is methodical and thorough with each breast. He squeezes each globe, tugs on one tip and then the other until both are white-hot burning points of want. I lift my hips, searching, until Eli finally, blessedly, settles between my open thighs. He rests his hands on either side of my head and kisses me, long, hard, and with intent. His breath comes fast against my neck as he slides down, kissing my ear, my chest, and all around my abdomen until he’s nestled between my thighs.
He holds my thighs apart with a firm press of each hand. “Keep your legs open. I want to see all of you,” he says breathily, hovering over my sex.
Eli’s face is a mask of carnal desire. He presses his nose right against my slit and inhales. The air around my wet center shifts and flows until a primal grunt passes his lips. He rubs his nose and his lips in a featherlight caress all over my pussy as though coating himself in my essence. It’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I swallow and grip my knees, opening myself farther. His gaze, filled with an unashamed craving, flicks up to mine.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against my flesh.
Those two simple words make me preen for him. It’s not something I ever imagined I’d want or need from a man, but with Elijah, I want his approval.
Eli takes his thumbs and separates the lips of my sex. He hasn’t even touched me with his tongue, and I’m so aroused I fear I’ll come at the tiniest touch. With his fingers he flowers open my lower lips. His mouth is only a scant few inches away from my slit. I know I’m insanely wet, not having been this turned on in years.
With nimble thumbs, Eli presses one thumb against my clit and the other against the forbidden rosette I haven’t allowed any man to touch since Antonio. I keen loudly, those two points of pressure forcing me to tip my head back in uncontrolled glee. His mouth covers my sex, and my entire body convulses at the blissful sensation.
Eli’s tongue dips into my heat and swirls and flutters, reaching deep inside. An orgasm I hadn’t prepared for bursts through me. He holds me open, locks his shoulders against my thighs for extra leverage, and eats me like he’s starved for it. I clasp both of my hands around his head, fingers threaded into his hair, and ride his face, forcing him to give me more pressure where I want it most. He does, spinning one thumb around my clit and pressing the other deep into my ass. The dual penetration makes me cry out.
“Si, si, si! Justo ahi.Right there.Dios mio!” I scream as another orgasm builds, threatening to cut me in half with the power behind it.
Eli doesn’t stop. Instead, he lifts his weight onto his knees so he’s crouched over my pussy, giving him more power to manipulate me into yet another bone-melting experience. It’s so much, I try to close my legs against his tireless ministrations, my clit pulsing and throbbing with every twirl of his thumb.
“Don’t you dare move! You hold your legs open. I want more of this sweet cunt!” he says through clenched teeth.
“Baby, too much,” I gasp.
He lifts his face and his eyes are so dark I no longer see color. “Never enough.” He licks his lips graphically. “Need more. So good,” he pants, his words coming out staccato and primal like a caveman, before he dips his head once more.
I lock my hands in his hair and hold on for dear life. Right before I go off again, he removes his dexterous thumbs, and I whimper, sighing in relief, but he still doesn’t stop. This time he takes it slower, bathing me with long licks of his tongue against every centimeter, dipping inside for slippery kisses.
The man is a god at oral.
Lazily, he drags his tongue around the tight knot of nerves, and I am arching, my abdomen coming off the bed. Splinters of ecstasy ripple through my entire body, my nerve endings on fire, and I realize the man hasn’t even fucked me yet. I don’t know if I’ll be able to handle it when he does.
A softer, gentler orgasm flows through me when Eli alternates between long, slow sucks and a bathing rub down of his tongue against my clit. He licks me through my release until I’m a boneless heap.
Eli lifts my body up the bed so my head is firmly planted on the pillows. He grabs a couple king-size ones, lifts my hips up, and sets my ass on them, tilting my pelvis up so it’s at a better incline. “Now I’m going to make you mine.”
“Didn’t you just do that?” I mumble in awe.
He grins wickedly, centers his cock right at my entrance, and then stops. He frowns and bites down on his lip. The veins in his forearms stand out, a fine sheen of sweat mists his skin, making the erect disks of his nipples look like tasty butterscotch candies.
I lick my lips and focus on those two sugary spots.
“You on the pill?” he asks, almost angry, his hands shaking against my hips.
I blink a few times in my sated haze, trying to figure out what he asked. Pill? Oh, birth control. “Si, of course.”
“Good, because the only way I can fully make you mine is to flood your pussy with all of me.”
“But uh…” I start to tell him he needs to wear a condom but lose my mind instead. “Go bare. Just do it now!”
He lines up his cock, grips my hips, and slams home.