Page 34 of Passing the Red Line
His weight is on me and it feels amazing.
“You take my cock so damn well,” he tells me, pressing his forehead against mine.
All I can do is nod, because it feels like he is fucking me into a stupor.
“Did I finally find a way to quiet down that mouth of yours?” he asks, a smirk forming on his face.
I dig my heels into his ass as hard as I can. “If you want to have this mouth of mine wrapped around your dick again, I would shut up and continue to fuck me.”
“You say the sweetest things to me.” His mouth lands on mine. The kiss is just as hungry as every other kiss that we’ve had and I like it too much to pull away.
As Christina slides his tongue against mine, I realize something. I have never felt this much hunger for someone. I’ve been with a handful of people in my lifetime, and Christian Rodriguez is the only one that has made me this hungry for them. This crazy. This desperate. He is the first man that has made me want more than just one night or even more than just a weekend or week.
Is this what hate sex is? Are we even having hate sex?
I don’t know but I don’t ever want to give it up if it's going to feel this good every single time.
“I need you to get there, Eliana. I’m so fucking close.” he says, breaking our kiss and slamming into me, like he needs this release just as much as I do.
Giving him a nod, I slide my hand between our bodies and start circling my clit, getting me as close to the edge as he is.
“Shit,” Christian lets out as he pulls back and watches my hand between us. “Keep touching yourself, baby. Get yourself there. I need you to get there before I do.”
I feel my walls constrict and my legs starting to shake as they rest around his waist. He slams into me and I’m about to set off.
He continues to slam into me, over and over again and each time he brings me closer to where he wants me to be.
“Right there. Keep going,” I pant out, bringing his face back to mine. “You feel so good inside me. So, so good.” I close my eyes, losing it in everything that he is making me feel. “Oh my god, Christian!”
I explode around him and not even a minute later, Christian is slamming his face into my neck and getting lost into his own release.
“Fucking hell,” he murmurs into my neck, sounds as breathless as I feel.
“Fucking hell is right,” I’m able to get out, feeling absolutely sedated.
The second that Christian slides out of me and moves his body off mine and onto the bed next to me, I miss it.
That feeling quickly disappears when he wraps his arm around me and brings me closer to his body. I’m not much of a cuddler but for this man, I might want to be.
“Let’s get you cleaned up. I owe you breakfast.” He places a kiss against my hair and starts to get up from the bed.
“If you can make pancakes, I might hate you a little less.” I throw out as he walks over to his bathroom.
“I’ll see what I can do.”
CHAPTERNINE
Christian
“I have to confess something,”I say to Eliana as I place a plate of pancakes in front of her.
After our orgasm filled morning and I cleaned up the mess that we made, I made good on my word and made her breakfast. Thank god I had some package mix in my pantry from a family breakfast a few weeks ago, because otherwise I wouldn’t be able to see that happy sparkle in Eliana’s face.
Breakfast and six orgasm is what I promised her and she got more than six orgasm and now it’s time for breakfast.
“Oh yeah? And what is that?” she asks, stuffing a few pieces of her pancake into her mouth. “This isn’t really your house?”
I chuckle. “I’ll show you the deed if you want to,” I answer, taking a sip from my coffee.
