Page 24 of Rebound

She whimpers as I find her clit, swollen and soaked, desperate for attention. I gently roll it between my fingers, and her whole body shudders. She’s practically there already. Fuck. I need to taste her. I need to make her come on my tongue. When I take my hand away, she bleats in protest. “Elijah, please…”

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make you come. But I’ll do it when I’m ready.” I spin her to face me. “Go stand with your back against the wall. Hands flat and spread your legs.” She wavers, uncertain now that I’m not touching her. “Do it now or get out of my room. You’re here for one reason only. You’re no good to me for anything else.”

Would I kick her out if she didn’t go along with my every instruction? Fuck. No way I’d normally do that, but I have no clue who I am right now. Maybe this version of me would.

I don’t have to find out because this version of Amber complies. She puts her back to the wall and slides her feet apart. Still wearing the pumps. Still dripping wet. Still needing to come.

I stand in front of her and run my hands over her body. Her skin is so warm and soft, and the way she trembles beneath my touch… Fuck! It’s too much. I look into her eyes and see the desire shining in them. She wants me. I want her. So what if we have to play this game, as long as we both get what we need?

Her fingers fumble with my buttons, but I grab her hands and press her palms flat against the wall. “On the wall, Amber, like I said.”

Her lower lip wobbles, and it is the sexiest thing I have ever seen. I lean forward to kiss it, then suck it into my mouth. A little nip, and she squeals beneath me, her body squirming. I seal my lips over hers and crush her body with mine. She’s trapped, completely enclosed by me. Naked, trembling, and helpless. Her tongue swirls with mine, the heat between us blazing hotter with every second of contact.

I pull away, leaving her gasping and moaning with disappointment. “My mouth has better places to be.” My voice is dark with desire. I kiss my way down her neck, along the fine line of her collarbone. I lick the valley between her breasts, then suck her nipples until she starts to slide down the wall. She is boneless with need, and I grab hold of her, keeping her up. “Stay there, Amber. I haven’t even started yet.”

“Elijah,” she groans as I drop to my knees. “Oh god! I need… please…”

“I know what you need, my dirty girl, and I’m going to give it to you. Legs nice and wide. Let me see all of you.”

I kneel before her, worshipping at the altar of her perfect pussy. The scent of it drives me wild. I inhale the aroma and drag my fingers up her quivering inner thighs. Skin like silk, soft and luscious, glistens in the dull light of the hotel room. I smooth over them with my palms, then lean in and lick them clean of the creamy fluid that’s seeping from her. Fuck, she tastes like heaven.

I run one finger along her opening, her neat blond bush slick and curled as I part her. She’s wet and pink and needy, her swollen clit shining and her hips swaying slightly. I blow gently, and the warm breath makes her sigh. Her hands curl into fists at her sides.

“This,” I say, my lips a millimeter away from paradise, “is the most beautiful cunt I’ve ever seen. Are you ready to come for me, baby?”

“Yes! Please, yes.”

In this moment, I own her. She is made entirely of need. She will do anything I ask as long as I put my mouth on her soaking wet pussy and make her scream.

Lucky for her, that’s exactly what I intend to do.

I run my tongue along her seam, keeping it flat and soft and steady to start with. She groans, and her hands go from balled-up fists to splayed fingers slapping against the wall. I pick up the pace and increase the pressure, taking my cues from the rhythm of her gasps. Her hips jut forward, and my nose is buried in her. Exactly where I want it to be. I keep her still with my hands on her hips while I unravel her with my tongue.

I plunge it inside her, curling and uncurling, lapping away at her delicious center. I can feel the vibrations building. A low moan falls from her lips. She’s so damn close. After replacing my tongue with my middle finger, I sink in and out of her, loving every filthy wet sound she makes as I drive her crazy.

Her fingers curl in my hair, breaking my rules. But I don’t push her hands away. I want them there now. I want to feel her nails on my scalp, to feel her thighs trembling around my face. I want to experience every sensation while she falls apart. Sucking her clit into my mouth, I lash it with my tongue over and over again, matching the pace with my finger thrusts. Her pussy walls clench around me.

“Elijah!” she shouts, even her voice shaking now. She comes in a glorious rush, the muscles of her pussy contracting and pulsating as her arousal floods my senses. I carry on eating her, milking every last second of pleasure, helping her ride it out right to the very end. She continues to quake as I run my tongue along her one last time, and her whole body sags in the aftermath.

Gently, I stroke her trembling thighs and lay one final kiss on her pussy, then I climb to my feet in time to catch her as she starts to slide down the wall. Holding her in one arm, I use my other hand to wipe my mouth and beard. I’m dripping with her, and I fucking love it.

She smiles up at me hesitantly, that endearing flush back on her cheeks, eyes sparkling. “So what now?” she whispers. “Are you going to fuck me?”

“Is that what you want, Amber? You want me inside you? You think you can take me?”

Her tongue darts out and moistens her lips, her weak arms snaking around my shoulders. “Yes. I can take you.”

“Good girl.” I lift her, and she wraps her legs around my waist. Her soaking wet pussy rubs up against me, and I decide I’ll never wash this shirt again. I carry her through to the bedroom and throw her down on the mattress. She lands in a tangle of long limbs and giggles, and my heart gives a dangerous lurch. It has been too damn long since I heard my wife laugh like that.

No, I remind myself as I strip off my clothes. This woman is not my wife. I am not her husband. We only just met. The game allows us both the freedom to take this pleasure from each other without any of the complicated shit that normally comes between us. Tonight, nothing is going to come between us.

I climb onto the bed and crawl between her spread thighs. She lies there before me, bare and brazen, everything a man could want. I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her so deep it feels like I could lose myself. She tugs me closer, wrapping her legs around me. One of her shoes falls to the floor, and she laughs, a sound almost as beautiful as she is.

I pull back, take the other shoe from her foot, and throw it to the ground. Then I simply study her, drinking in the curves and angles that make up her gorgeous body. This is a sight I will never get tired of. It seems to unnerve her, the way I sit there silently, my eyes wandering across every exposed inch. Her gaze shifts to my rock-hard cock. She gulps in a breath and swallows. Her laughter fades, and she seems less sure of herself. “How… How do you want me?”

Every damn way.

“Lie on your front. Ass in the air.” Her lashes flutter, and I know she’s nervous. And I like it. I enjoy seeing this woman who is always so stoic, so confident, knocked off-balance. That probably makes me a jackass, but I’m too busy admiring the way she smoothly slithers onto her belly to give a shit. I’m too busy looking at her juicy ass, a perfectly shaped peach.

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