Page 17 of Ruined By Protection
We get inside and she is still heavy-breathing.
I watch the doors close with Hazel cradled in my arms. The moment we're alone I set her down, pressing her against the mirrored wall. Her eyes are wide, lips parted, chest still rising and falling rapidly.
"What floor?" she asks breathlessly.
I reach past her to press the button for the presidential suite, my body caging hers against the wall. "Top floor."
Before she can respond, my mouth is on hers again, hungry and demanding. My hands find her hips, pulling her against me so she can feel how hard I am again already.
The elevator begins its ascent but I have other plans. Without breaking the kiss, I reach over and hit the emergency stop button. The elevator jolts to a halt and a small alarm bell chimes once before falling silent.
Hazel pulls back, surprise flashing across her face. "What are you?—"
"I can't wait," I growl, dropping to my knees in front of her. "Need to taste you right now."
Her eyes stretch as I pull down the zipper of her pants, tugging them down her legs. She steps out of them without protest, her breathing quickening.
"Matteo, we're in an elevator," she whispers, glancing nervously at the camera in the corner.
I smirk up at her. "Don't worry about that. Security knows better than to check when I stop the elevator."
I stand again, lifting her effortlessly. She gasps, wrapping her legs around my waist instinctively. I carry her to the corner of the elevator, positioning her so her back is supported by the walls meeting at a right angle.
"Hold onto the handrails," I command.
She obeys, gripping them tightly as I position her onto my shoulders, her thighs framing my face. The position gives me perfect access to her core, still wet and swollen from before.
"Fuck," I murmur against her inner thigh, breathing in her scent. "You smell so good."
I feel her thighs tremble on my stubbled cheeks as I trace my tongue along her sensitive skin, deliberately avoiding where she wants me most. Her hands tighten on the rails, knuckles white with tension.
"Matteo," she whimpers, trying to shift her hips closer to my mouth.
I chuckle against her skin. "Patience, baby girl."
When I finally run my tongue along her center, she lets out a broken moan that echoes in the confined space. The taste of her explodes across my tongue—sweet and tangy and addictive.
I groan, lapping at her eagerly. "So fucking sweet."
Her hips buck against my face as I circle her clit with my tongue. I grip her thighs tighter, holding her steady as I devour her. My cock strains painfully against my pants but I ignore it, focused entirely on her pleasure.
"Oh god," she gasps, her head falling back against the mirrored wall. "That feels?—"
I slide two fingers inside her, curling them upward to find that spot that made her come undone in the kitchen. Her walls clench around my fingers immediately, telling me I've found it.
I work my fingers in and out while sucking her clit between my lips. Her moans grow louder, less controlled. I can feel her thighs starting to shake against my shoulders.
Her back arches away from the wall as her orgasm builds. I increase the pressure of my fingers, massaging that spot inside her relentlessly while my tongue flicks rapidly over her clit.
"Matteo!" she cries out, her body tensing. "I'm going to—oh god?—"
She comes with a scream, her release flooding my mouth and chin. I groan against her, drinking her in as she pulses around my fingers. The sweet tang of her arousal coats my tongue as I continue licking her through the aftershocks.
When her body finally stops trembling I carefully lower her, supporting her weight as her feet touch the floor. Her legs are unsteady and she leans heavily against me, breathing hard.
I bring my fingers to my mouth, making sure she's watching as I lick them clean. Her eyes darken at the sight of my voraciousness.
"You taste like heaven," I tell her, my voice thick with need.
