Page 69 of Assassin's Game
Nudging at one foot to get her to lift it, I reminded her, “You did research on me, Mikaela. You know my full name is Elijah.”
She muttered under her breath as she toed off her shoes and kicked away her clothes. I heard “other things on my mind” amid various curses—why was she always cussing at me? But when she tried again to turn, I held her hips still and drank my fill of the gorgeous ass now bare right in front of my face. “What was that, Beautiful?”
Mikaela stomped her foot, sending a gorgeous jiggle through her sculpted backside. When I leaned forward and sank my teeth into the fullest part of one cheek, she squeaked, then moaned again when I licked the abused skin.
“Nothing, Elijah.” How she managed to make the breathy sound of my name defiant, I couldn’t tell, but I heard it—and gave her a bite on the opposite cheek.
When I licked her this time, she shimmied her ass against my face. A surge of pre-cum leaked from my cock. Another followed when I smoothed my hand up her strong, muscular legs to cup the round globes and squeeze them.
The sweet scent of Mikaela’s arousal hit my nose, and this time it was me who moaned. Fucking A, I hadn’t even seen her bare breasts and I was already struggling to control my release.
It was going to be a long, long hour.
Sitting back on my heels, I urged Mikaela to turn with a hand on her hip. She did, slowly, giving me time to savor every new angle, every shadow and curve of her skin. When her breasts came into view, I sucked back of breath. Perfect mounds tipped with small brown nipples. Tight nipples. My mouth watered. “Perfect,” I told her, every ounce of my appreciation held in one word. “Beautiful.”
Mikaela shivered as her back arched, pushing both breasts toward me. “Stop talking and use that mouth for something more important, Eli.”
As if I would argue with that order. “Yes, ma’am.”
I snickered as she popped me upside the head for thatma’am, and then I was cupping her ass, urging her closer, and her breasts were in my face.
“Mikaela,” I groaned, rubbing my stubble in the valley between the mounds.
“Eli.” With hard hands she dug into my hair and guided me to one distended tip. I flicked my tongue out, tasting the pebbled surface, and then my control broke and I sucked it in, drawing hard. Mikaela shouted my name over the roaring in my ears as I sucked, as I dragged my teeth along her sensitive skin and lost myself in the pleasure of finally nursing at her breast.
She writhed against me—her breasts, her body, her hips—searching for that ultimate pleasure I planned to give her. Just not yet. I wanted to infuse myself in her skin, burrow so far inside her that she could never keep me out—and that was before I got my cock involved. I reveled in the feel of her beneath my hands, in the way her body trembled with need as I moved between her breasts, torturing both nipples fully, her cries of pleasure echoing in my head. I traced the line between her ass cheeks with a finger, top to bottom, and discovered she wasn’t shy about being touched there. Nor was she unaffected—wetness coated her thighs already. I growled as I teethed the nipple in my mouth.
Mikaela squeezed my head between her hands, pulling my attention up to her face. “Why am I the only one naked?” she asked, breathless.
“Because your naked is a lot more fun?” I nipped the smooth slope of her breast, then pushed to my feet. The way her eyes lit up as they zeroed in on the hand grasping my shirt rewarded me. No sooner was my shirt off than her hands were on me—touching, caressing, pinching, dragging the dull edges of her nails over my nipples. I grabbed her hands to still them.
“Let me get these fucking pants off first,” I said hoarsely.
Mikaela’s chuckle was throaty, sending a hard punch of need through my cock, but she backed toward the blankets to lie down. “Hurry.”
I shot her an incredulous look as I tore at the zipper keeping my straining dick hostage. Half a minute and my clothes were scattered across the floor. I stepped toward the pallet.
“I planned to take my time,” I said, gripping my erection, squeezing it.
“Yeah?”
That cocked eyebrow. Fuck. Everything about this woman made me hungrier for her. “Yes,” I growled, dropping to my knees. I planted my fists on either side of her body and prowled my way up. “I want a chance to explore. I want to taste every inch of your skin, especially between your legs. I want to lick and bite and mark you as mine.” I hadn’t meant for that last to slip out, but Mikaela didn’t seem to notice—she was too busy running her hands down my body to the part of me that hung, rigid, swollen, waiting to pleasure her. I grunted as her fingers closed around my straining length, took a second to breathe, to find control, before continuing. “I still want that, but fuck if it’s going to happen this first time.”
“‘This first time’?” She caught the fluid at the tip of my cock and brought it to her lips.
“Holy shit.” I watched her tongue dart out, take it in—and my control shredded apart.
Sitting back, I tore at the foil packet I had grabbed from my pocket. I didn’t want it, didn’t want anything between us when I finally got inside her, but I wouldn’t put Mikaela at risk. Slowing down just long enough to roll the condom on without tearing it, I scooped Mikaela’s thighs across my arms and scooted close. My cock bobbed, smacking against her lightly furred mound. “I need inside you, Mikaela. Let me in.” A hard swallow as I fought not to beg, but it was useless. “Let me in.”
I didn’t recognize my own harsh voice, but Mikaela understood. Slender fingers delved between her legs and spread her lips open for me. She tilted her hips, and her wet entrance slid along the backside of my cock. “Come in,Elijah.”
I didn’t wait; I couldn’t. I set the head at her opening and pushed, slow and steady, feeling her swollen body give way with the pressure. Mikaela’s eyes closed, her mouth opened, and her hips pushed up, her body seeking more and more until I hilted inside her and my balls slapped the seam of her ass.
Like heaven. She felt like heaven gripping me tight.
Scratch that. I doubted even heaven could feel this good.
I dropped to my elbows, my lips nuzzling one still-hard nipple. “You really are perfect,” I murmured. Mikaela clenched around me, and I groaned into her skin. “So tight, Beautiful. You’re so tight and hot around me.” Experimentally I pulled back, feeling her close behind me, then forced my way forward again. She didn’t let me in easily, but neither did it seem to hurt. No, she arched her pelvis, reaching for me just as she had the first time. I sucked hard on the nipple against my mouth.
