Page 61 of Sexting My Ex's Dad
So, I do.
I moan,my body slowly waking up, as a wave of pleasure crashes over me, nearly leaving me gasping for breath. It takes me a while to focus, tounderstandwhat’s going on. I feel laps against my clit, gentle but insistent, and sucking that’s driving me insane.
My hips buck instinctively, and then I hear his voice.
“He can’t make you feel the way I do, can he?”
Elio.
It’s his mouth working magic beneath the covers as he devours me with a hunger that I’ve never felt before.
“Elio...how--” I begin to question, but my words dissolve into moans as his tongue strikes a particularly sensitive spot, rendering me incapable of coherent thought.
“Shh, Stella,” Elio murmurs against my heated flesh, his voice a seductive caress that sends shivers down my spine. “Just enjoy.”
And despite the confusion and uncertainty still swirling through my mind, I find myself surrendering to the pleasure he so skillfully elicits, allowing myself to be consumed by his fire.
My fingers thread through his salt-and-pepper hair, instinctively gripping it as I ride the crest of rapture he sends me on. Every stroke of his tongue sends my heart racing faster, each flicker of contact bringing me closer to the edge.
“More, Elio,” I gasp, my voice barely above a whisper. He responds with a low chuckle, his breath fanning across me and heightening my need.
“Be careful what you wish for,” he warns, the sentence punctuated by a particularly deft move that leaves me reeling.
“Please,” I moan, no longer able to form coherent thoughts as the intensity of my desire consumes me. My body moves in rhythm with Elio’s ministrations, my hips undulating as I seek out every ounce of pleasure he offers.
“Such a greedy little thing,” he teases, his voice laced with affection. “But I can’t say I mind.”
I don’t know if it’s the way his words wrap themselves around me or the skillful way his mouth moves against me, but I feel myself spiraling, closer and closer to the brink. Elio senses this too, his pace quickening as he seeks to draw my climax from me.
“Come for me, Stella” he commands, his voice authoritative yet tender.
The dam finally breaks, and my climax washes over me in waves. I cry out, the sound of my pleasure echoing off the walls as my body trembles with the force of it. Elio doesn’t relent, continuing to draw every last shudder from me until I’m left breathless and spent.
As the aftershocks subside, reality begins to seep back in. What is Elio doing here?
“Elio…” I start, but he cuts me off. “About what you saw…”
“I didn’t ask.”
Elio’s fingers trail a path down the curve of my spine, sending shivers through my body as they come to rest at my wrists. He pulls me closer, pressing my back against his chest. I can feel his steady breaths on my skin, and it takes every ounce of restraint I possess not to melt into him.
“Stella,” he says, his voice low and commanding, “I’m not the jealous type.”
His words elicit a gasp from me, especially when I see how serious he is.
“I don’t want another man.”
He stares at me, surprising me by not asking for an explanation. Instead he nods.
Elio presses a rough kiss onto my lips, effectively silencing any further objections, not that I had any.
“You’re going to be a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
I bite my bottom lip. “Yes.”
“Yes what?” He lands a good smack against my ass, leaving me tingling in all the right ways.
“Yes sir.”
