Page 27 of The Naughty Elf

One hand bracing her outer thigh, I keep up our momentum, rocking us together as I lower my mouth over hers again. She tastes so sweet, and the way Ginger explores and conquers me has me shaking in her grasp.

“Ginger…” My voice is rough and worn. She can likely read my every emotion by the way I say her name, but I can’t help it. I don’t want to hide from her.

Her sweet little moan does me in. We’re close enough that I can taste it on my tongue.

Fuck, I want this to stay slow, to build her up to breaking, and keep her there for as long as I possibly can, but the blaring warning in the back of my head says that I need to hurry, that I need her to come for me now before another problem yanks her away. It has me bracing my body on the stairs and lifting her hips into my hands.

God, she’s so small and so light, so easy to control and manipulate like this.

We both look down, watching me disappear into her. She’s slick and pink and plump, and I want to have her in my mouth.

Next time.

I use my hold on her to make my thrusts sharper, deeper, faster. I need more impact. And when I find that spot that has her gasping, I tap it, hammer it, pound against it until she’s quaking under me.

Fire blazes in those teal eyes, her lashes fluttering as she stares into my soul, grabs hold of my heart. She obliterates any remaining traces of my good sense.

Ginger lets out little cries with each thrust. Her soft features turn pained with pleasure, mouth parting as she holds on, one hand around my neck and one at my shoulder. Each stroke has her bearing down on me harder.

I don’t change a thing, but the slap of our hips gets wetter, smacking in the near silence around us.

Her nails dig into my skin as she hits that edge, the peak, her body bowing and arching as I slam my way through it.

Releasing another cry, Ginger relaxes into my thrusts, then her thighs are tight around my hips. Offering me a small little whimper, her mouth pouts as I fold her in half and grind against that spot that made her come a second ago.

Her core slams down on me again, writhing and wringing out a new wave of pleasure. I brace one hand on the step above her and focus on rubbing her there with the head of my cock until she’s twisting herself under me, around me.

Ginger’s teeth sink into my neck, and I revel in the fire it sends down to the deepest part of me. Fuck, it’s so good that I could come just watching her wild orgasms.

I’ll feel lucky getting to see each one.

Breath puffing against my damp skin, she moves with me, caught in the gravity of her second climax. She’s so goddamn responsive. So goddamn perfect.

I want her to know.

“Perfect.” My voice is barely a rumble against her ear.

Her face tips back, taking me in. She shifts, touching my chin.

Ginger has no idea the kind of spell she weaves on me. Especially when she doesn’t shy away from my gaze, from the intensity I’m aware I give off. It usually makes it harder to connect with me, but not for Ginger.

She leans up to nip at my bottom lip. I take the invitation, kissing her and relaxing my grip on her thighs to let us rock together more naturally. We move slowly until her hips urge me to give her more.

I break our kiss as she coils around me again. I’m selfish; I want to see her break.

The sweet agony of her features prods me todraw it out. But I fight that instinct, simply taking the pleasure her writhing core offers me. God, she feels so fucking good.

Ginger sucks in a deep breath and comes back to herself, stroking the slick hair at the back of my neck as she smiles sweetly at me.

Her phone rings, muffled by her jeans as they lay heaped in a pile on the floor.

I don’t like the sweep of cold that hits me when I retreat to retrieve it for her. She’s stretched across the stairs, bare from the waist down, red hair mussed, mouth pink from my kisses. Fuck, she takes my breath away.

It’s her smile that stops my heart, though.

She climbs to her feet as I hand her the phone. Swiping open the call, she teases me with a look as she answers. “Yeah?”

I can’t hear the other side, but I imagine she needs to run back to the hospital to do her job.

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