Page 27 of Passing the Red Line
“What the hell are you doing?” I ask, sexually frustrated. “I was so close.”
I’m about to whine some more and tell him that I don’t need his hand that I could do it on my own when the car comes to a stop,
I was so damn lost in the pleasure that he was giving me, that I didn’t notice that we had gotten off the highway and started making our way through the small coastal town to make it to his house.
This man has me losing my mind.
I’m about to suggest that we hurry up to the house to finish what we’ve started, when Christian leans over the center console and leans over my body and pulls the lever to make the seat go back.
A question is on the tip of my tongue when Christian surprises me again and slams his mouth against mine.
Like his fingers, his mouth is magic. He makes me forget every single thought of getting out of the car and letting him have his way with my body right here.
As his tongue slides against my bottom lip, I let him in and get a small taste of him,
I’m enjoying his mouth molding perfectly to mine and how deliciously good his hand feels in my hair, that I almost miss his hand landing back on my pussy. He circles my clit with his fingertips ever so gently before moving his hand down and teasing my entrance.
He slowly slides one finger in and then another. I’m thinking he is about to go nice and slow when he slides his fingers out again only to slam back into me.
“Oh my god,” I pant out, breaking our kiss in the process.
“You want to come, hermosa?” Christian asks, his lips moving down to my neck, all while his fingers continue to slam into me.
“Yes,” I moan out, my head getting thrown back, arching my whole body to give him better access to everything.
“Say the magic words,” he says into my ear, working me to what feels like the edge of the world.
“Let me come,” I say, my legs shaking trying to get my body to the release that it so desperately needs.
“Tsk tsk, hermosa,” he slides his fingers out and slaps his hand against my pushy lips, spreading my arousal. Such delicious pain. “You know exactly what you need to say. So say it and you’ll get to come.”
I hate him, but I’m starting to really like his bossy side.
Giving in, I reach for his face and bring it up until I’m able to look into his eyes. There is so much lust swimming in them that for a second I forget what I was about to say.
With my hand on his cheek and looking him straight in the eye, I give him what he’s looking for.
“Please, Christian. Make me come, please.”
He wants me to beg, well I'm begging.
“My name sounds so fucking hot coming from between your lips like that,” he tells me right before he slams his mouth back on mine.
This time his kiss doesn’t distract me. I’m more than fully aware of what his hand and fingers are doing to me. I can feel absolutely everything. It feels like as I get closer and closer to my release everything that Christian is doing is getting heightened with every passing second.
My legs are shaking uncontrollably, and I have to break our kiss yet again to be able to catch my breath. I’m panting so much that the windows are fogging up even if the weather outside is in the mid fifties.
“I’m right there. Christian, please.” I beg, needing this release more than I need air right now.
“Come all over my hand, Eliana. Coat it. Do it and the second that we get into the house, I will clean you and dirty you up all over again.”
A moan fills the car and as he starts rubbing his thumb against my clit, I can’t take it anymore. I coat Christian’s hand just like he told me to do, and in the process I let out a moan so loud that I’m sure if there were people walking the beach at this time of night they would have heard me.
The hockey player that just gave me the most amazing orgasm with just his fingers, lets out a small chuckle and kisses me on my neck and slowly moves down to my chest.
I can’t believe that I just let this man finger bang me. What I can’t wrap my head around even more is the fact that I’m ready to start round two with him.
“Take me inside,” I say, my turn to give orders.
