Page 26 of Stick Work

I tug her shorts down, and the second I see her pink sweetness, so wet and aching as she rubs her clit, one thing occurs to me. I might not be her first, but dammit, I want to be the one she always remembers.

I pull her hand away from her sex, and her whimper of protest turns into a moan of delight as I bring her fingers to my mouth. Widening my lips, I slide her damp finger in and her flavor explodes on my tongue.

“Elias…” she murmurs, her voice breathless as I lick her clean.

I take both of her hands and place them on the mattress beside her. “Hands here,” I command. “I’m the one who’s doing the touching.” Once again, as I tell her what I want her to do, a little gasp catches in her throat. Yeah, okay, I get it. If this fiercely independent woman who’s been taking care of me since we arrived in California, now wants me to take full control. That’s exactly what I’m going to do. “Legs wider. Knees bent.” I demand in a soft but firm voice.

She swallows as she obliges, and as she offers her sweet pussy to me, I drop to my stomach and slide my hands under her ass, lifting her so I can bring her pussy to my mouth. That first flick of my tongue draws a cry from her throat and I glance up to see the way she’s fisting the sheets.

Her gorgeous nipples are so hard and firm as she writhes, I reach up to squeeze one between my fingers. I go back to her pussy, circling her swollen clit with the soft blade of my tongue and loving the way she’s moving her hips, lifting them and bumping against my face.

Sucking her clit into my mouth, I press the tip of my finger to her opening, touching, teasing, giving her only an inch at a time. Didn’t she say she liked that? Inch by inch.

“Elias,” she growls, clearly on to my teasing as I slowly offer her my finger. “More.”

I chuckle and swirl my tongue around her clit as she begs and lifts and tries to force my finger in. But who am I kidding, I want my finger in her as much as she does. I pick up the pace, sliding in all the way and her muscles lightly ripple around me. How can she be this close already?

Yeah, you’re one to talk, buddy.

My damn cock is so hard, it’s poking out of my boxers and causing me distress. I reach down and shove my boxers lower to free it, and I practically dry hump the mattress as I rub my face all over her sweet cunt.

“God, that is good.”

“Yeah, you like this, baby?”

“Yes, I like it.” She reaches down. “But I need more.”

I brush her hand away. “Hands at your sides.” Her chest rises and falls quickly, and I grin at her obedience. “Be a good girl, and do what I say and I’ll give you another finger.”

“Ohmigod.”

I keep one finger inside her as I go back to licking her clit. I push in and out, and as her wetness drips all over me, I crook my finger, hitting the bundle of nerves that has her hips coming off the bed. Her responsiveness is out of this fucking world and I love testing her body, discovering all her secret pleasure zones.

I add a second finger, stretching her, filling her up, and she glances down. “Look at you,” I say. “Taking two fingers. Now look at them, sliding in and out of you. You’re getting them all wet, baby. Can you see?”

Her chest flutters as she sucks in a breath, clearly loving this as much as I am. She nods like she can’t get the words out but then she blurts, “I can see,” past her kiss-swollen lips.

“I can’t wait to put my cock in here.”

A little whimper and then, “Yes…me too…”

I chuckle at her broken words but they die on my lips when her sex muscles begin to tighten. She’s there, right there. I change the rhythm and pace, desperate to see her face as she tumbles over the edge.

“Elias,” my name is nothing but a breathless whisper on her lips as she falls back, her lips forming an O as her body gives in to the pleasure.

“Jesus, yes, T.” She calls my name again and again, a joyous chant that nearly brings on my own orgasm. I stay between her legs, slowing the pace as I let her ride out the waves. I lick at her, careful not to overstimulate her clit, and when her spasms stop, I slowly pull my fingers out, inch by inch. She whimpers as I leave her body, but there’s that fascination back in her eyes when I lick my fingers clean.

“So fucking good,” I growl, and then lightly pet her sex, spreading her juices. “As much as I want to lick you clean and drink in every drop, I’m going to leave you all wet like this for my cock.”

“Oh God,” she murmurs, excitement flashing in her eyes.

Needing my damn boxers off, I slide from the bed and stand. I tug them off and toss them away, and as I’m about to climb back between her legs, she sits up. Is she having second thoughts? The second I look into her eyes, I realize that’s not the case at all. There’s something she wants, something she can’t seem to put voice to.

“Tell me,” I demand.

She glances down, and at first, I think she’s shying away from me, which is so unlike her, but then her eyes settle on my steel-hard cock. Her hungry gaze is like a long caress, and my cock jumps, aching to be touched by her.

I slide my hand under her chin and tip it up. “Don’t ever keep things from me, not when we’re in here, like this.” She blinks and her upper teeth tug on her bottom lip. “If you want to suck my cock, tell me.”

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