“Pardon?” I look up, but her hands come instantly to my head and push me back down to her core.
“With a man. Never. Oh God, Ryan, more, please.”
Moving my fingers to her clit, I circle the engorged bud, flicking my tongue in and out of her. She’s never had an orgasm with a man! I’ll be getting her first tonight, and I’ll treasure it forever.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Elena chants, and I find it amusing but fucking hot at the same time. I increase the pressure I’m exerting, and she arches up from the seat in the car.
“Coming!” she screams before her thighs slam shut against my head, trapping me where she wants me most. I bathe in her pleasure as she comes on my face. This is a first for me as well, and I think I might have found a new addiction.
When Elena comes down from her orgasm, I pull away from her and settle back into my seat. The bulge in my trousers obvious while she rights her clothes.
“Let me take care of that for you?” She reaches out to take my dick in her hand, but I stop her.
“No. I told you tonight was about you.” About seeing the light back in her eyes, which are glowing at the moment. “All I want to do is hold you close to me until I can see you safely to your door.”
“Seriously?” Elena tilts her head questioningly at me.
“Seriously.”
“Ok,” she says, settling down next to me. I fasten Elena’s seatbelt around her, and pulling my phone from my pocket, I send a quick message to Matthew calling him back. He arrives and without saying a word gets into the car and drives.
“Thank you for tonight.” Elena turns her face up to me and presses a kiss to my lips. “I can’t wait for our next date.”
“I think I might have outdone myself on this one. I’m going to have to come up with something really big next time.” I chuckle, but she’s already fallen asleep in my arms.
Chapter Eleven
Elena
Idon’t remember going to bed last night. In fact, the last thing I remember is looking up at Ryan with nothing but praise for him giving me the best orgasm of my life. I swear I can still feel the pleasure between my thighs. I wasn’t drunk. I’d only had a couple of glasses of wine, so I was fully aware of what was happening to me. I think it’s just the fact I felt relaxed. I forgot to worry about being a disappointment for once and embraced a couldn’t-give-a-fuck attitude while I had a handsome man’s tongue inside me. I’m pretty certain Ryan must have put me to bed because I was virtually comatose. Pulling up the sheets, I see he was a perfect gentleman and only removed my shoes and skirt to keep me comfortable. Mind you, he didn’t give me my knickers back, so it’s a bit drafty down there.
The sound of my mobile ringing emerges from somewhere on the floor. It’s muffled, and when I lean over the side of the bed, I realize it’s still in my handbag, next to my shoes and neatly folded skirt.
Reaching over, I grab my bag and pulling it up, I open the soft leather fabric of my extravagant Marc Jacobs purchase. Inside I find my phone.
‘Amy’ flashes up on the screen.
I press the answer button.
“Hi.”
“So. I’m standing outside your place with Danish and coffee. Are you going to open up or not?”
“Amy, it’s a bit early for a social call, isn’t it?”
“It’s ten thirty,” she replies, sounding confused.
Shit!
“I’ll be there in a minute.” Hanging up, I quickly remove the top I wore last night and grab clean underwear, leggings, and a fresh t-shirt. Putting them on, I make my way to the front door and open it to an excited looking best friend.
“So…” She smirks and waves the Danish at me. My stomach rumbles with hunger, but it’s the coffee I need before Amy will get another word out of me. The caffeine beverage instantly sparks me awake.
“You’ve seriously come here to find out the gossip on your brother-in-law?”
“No, my best friend had a date last night with a man who happens to be my brother-in-law, and I want to find out how said date went because she’s had a stick up her ass for the last few weeks, and it needed removing.”
“Fuck you.” I flip her the finger but grab the Danish and head to the kitchen. Amy shuts the front door and follows me.