Page 15 of Stumped

He chuckles, one hand hooking under my chin to lift my face up. Only then do I realise how close he is. “I’d rather be famous for being the guy that begged so well, you took your clothes off.”

With our eyes locked, I lift my dress and thank the goddess above I don’t get stuck in the process, as I rip the cotton over my head and toss it aside.

“Holy…Vera.”

I cock a hip, one hand landing on my side, while I brush my unruly hair back with the other. I know what I look like and I own my body every single time. I’m fat. Notcurvyorvoluptuous. Fat. It’s not a bad word. It’s a definition of what I am. I’ve got soft rolls and folds at my stomach, I’ve got lovehandles at my back, my thighs wobble when I move and stretch marks cover almost every inch of my body. My breasts are big with silver streaks showing how much they’ve grown over the years and sag without a bra on.

“You are utter perfection.”

“Tell me something I don’t know.”

“I think I might be in love with you,” he whispers, dropping to his knees again.

The words aren’t said seriously, but it still makes my heart lurch. I don’t want this handsome, famous man to be in love with me. I want to be fucked ten ways to Sunday and feel it for another few days. That’s it.

“I will worship at your altar all night. I will stay on my knees until you’re a shaky, dripping mess and you can’t take it anymore. I’ll lick you until you’re speaking in tongues, sweetheart. God,fuck…look at you. Look at what you do to me.”

His hand is wrapped around his dick through the cotton of his underwear. He’s squeezing and tugging, making my pussy clench and throb. I need all of the things he’s promising, I wantEliasto do all of the things to me. Stroking a hand along his jaw, the stubble scraping against the palm of my hand, I lift his head so I can stare into his eyes. Helooksdesperate, eyes are blown out to bottomless pools of black. His lips part as he inhales sharply and goosebumps erupt all over my skin.

Tapping his bottom lip with my thumb, I smirk and step around him. My hand brushes over his face, shoulder and briefly through his hair as I walk to my bedroom. I hear elastic snapping against skin, followed by rustling and when I look over, Elias is moving towards me. Except this time, his hand is wrapped around his bare cock, stroking himself with each step.

In the room, I sit on the edge of the bed and spread my legs. Elias stands in the doorway, hand still moving, eyes fixed on thespot between my thighs. His chest is rising and falling rapidly and the dumbstruck look on his face makes me smile.

“I think you’ve earned this,” I tell him, slipping my fingers through my slit, spreading my pussy as an invitation. “Make a mess of me, Elias.”

There’szero hesitation as Elias takes four big steps to reach me. His hands land on my thighs, spreading them apart some more as he squats so he’s at the same level as my sex. I need him to do more than stare at me. My mouth opens to say as much when he’s leaning in and pressing his face against me. He inhales deeply, sending a shudder up my spine. I grab at his thick hair with one hand, the other fisting in the sheets as he runs his nose back and forth over my clit. A low groan comes from him and his lips part and takes it into his mouth.

“Fuck!”

His hands on my knees push my legs up and he dives in. Sucking, nipping, licking and I’m barely able to think straight, let alone register everything he’s doing. My head falls back and with a hand, spreads me open, while pressing a finger against my clit. His tongue is sliding into me, teasing and dragging out the orgasm that’s hovering on the edge. As I’m ready to tip over, he pulls away to press wet kisses along the inside of my thigh.

“Elias…”

I hear him chuckle and drop my head forward, eyes blinking open to focus on him. He’s staring up at me, beard wet from his feasting, a filthy smile on his face. He’s messing me up, all right. And doing the same to his face. With our eyes still locked, he slips two fingers into me and curls them. I gasp, walls flutteringand clenching around the digits. His smile widens as he twists them inside me and my hips jolt forward, taking him deeper.

“Shaky, dripping mess,” he mumbles against my thigh and nips at the soft skin as he adds another finger inside me. “Look at you soaking my fingers.”

If someone had told me when I met Elias earlier he’d be able to make my body shake with only his words, I would have walked out. But this man has been working me over all night and he probably isn’t even aware of it.

“Less talking, more tonguing,” I grumble, rocking against him. He smirks, his fingers pumping in and out of me slowly. I pull on his hair, attempting to guide him where I need him, but he’s being fucking stubborn. “Elias,” I warn, pushing my hips forward.

I’m ready to take matters into my own hands when his fingers slide out of me and his mouth takes its place. My head falls back as he fucks me with his tongue, one hand still working my clit over. My thighs shake as I squeeze them against the sides of his head, my fingers tightening in his hair. I suck in a sharp breath and barely have time to brace myself as the orgasm hits. I can feel how much of a mess I am, exploding into his mouth as my body shudders through the waves of pleasure.

My fingers leave his hair and I’m sinking into my soft mattress, a satisfied grin and shiver working through me. Elias’s tongue continues to move over my sensitive flesh, licking and cleaning me up. My eyes slip shut as his mouth moves along my thighs, my stomach and breasts. I feel his dick against my hip as his lips finally make their way to mine. This kiss is unlike the others; it’s messy and tarty, it’s all tongues and teeth. We’re smiling and laughing as we try to fit our mouths together, until he pulls away and the bed dips beside me.

“That was worth the amount of time you left me on my knees,” he whispers.

I laugh, turning to face him. “You chose to be on your knees. I chose to enjoy it.”

A hand comes up to brush hair out of the way and we stare at each other. The way he looks at me is as if he’s committing me to his memory. I don’t want this man to pine for me or wish for more, because one night is all I have the energy for. So before he can say anything else romantic, I kiss him. A soft groan falls from his lips and he’s kissing me back, fingers fisting in my hair as our bodies shift towards the other like magnets.

This I can do. Fucking, touching, kissing and tasting.

And I hope Elias knows it’s all I can offer.

Five. Are we going to stare or fuck?

Elias

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