Page 67 of Cherished Lands
"As my wife commands."
His dark, wicked chuckle sent a jolt through me that had nothing to do with where his mouth was headed. I tangled my fingers in his hair, trying to ground myself as he set about driving me wild with that talented tongue of his.
He took his time, building me up slowly with long, lazy strokes.
"This pussy tastes like heaven, Princess. I could die right here."
The contrast between the chill air and his hot mouth was maddening. I tugged on his hair and bucked my hips, desperate for more friction. He worked me higher and higher until I was sobbing with need and my thighs were trembling around his head.
"Elliot!" I gasped as he slipped two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right. "Please..."
He captured my clit between his lips and flicked at it with his tongue. My skin felt electric, every nerve ending singing under his touch. The portable heater's warmth caressed my bare skin, but it was nothing compared to the heat of Elliot's mouth between my legs.
"I love watching you like this," he whispered. "Love how you respond to me."
That word—love—sent my heart racing even faster. Thetender way he was touching me, the reverence in his eyes when he looked up at me. This felt like...
"Stop thinking," he chided, punctuating the words with a soft nip to my clit that made me cry out. My hips jerked involuntarily as he increased the pressure of his tongue, the familiar tension building, my whole body strung tight.
"That's it, Princess," he crooned. "Let me see you fall apart."
His words triggered my release and stars exploded behind my closed eyes. But it felt different, more intense. As I came apart under his mouth, pleasure rolled through me in endless waves, leaving me trembling.
He kissed his way back up my body as I floated in the afterglow. A sense ofrightnesssettled over me as he knelt between my thighs and rubbed his cock against my drenched folds. When he pushed into me with aching slowness, I couldn't think about anything except how perfectly we fit together. His forehead rested against mine, our breaths mingling as he bottomed out.
"Okay?" he whispered.
I nodded, wrapping my legs around his waist to draw him closer. "Move. Please."
He did, with long, deep strokes that made me feel like my bones were melting. One hand braced beside my head while the other roamed over my skin—down my side, across my breast, along my collarbone. Like he was trying to memorize me by touch.
This man's body was unreal—not something carved in a gym, but honed to perfection from years of hard work. And here I was, reaping the benefits.
"Elliot," Igasped, my eyes fluttering closed as he hit a particularly sweet spot.
"I've got you," he promised. And god help me, I believed him.
We moved together like waves against the shore, building and receding. His lips never left my skin for long—kissing my neck, my breasts, capturing my mouth in deep, searching kisses that left me dizzy.
This isn't fucking anymore. This is making love.
The realization should have terrified me. Instead, it made everything more intense. Every touch, every kiss, every thrust felt magnified. I could feel my heart cracking open, spilling feelings I wasn't ready to name all over these lighthouse blankets.
Elliot's hips stuttered, and his breath grew ragged against my neck. "Close?"
I nodded frantically, already feeling the tension boiling in my belly. "So close."
His fingers found my clit, circling with just the right pressure. "Come for me, Princess."
I came with his name on my lips, clinging to his shoulders as pleasure crashed through me. He followed moments later, face buried in my neck.
We lay tangled together afterward, his weight half on me, half on the blankets. The portable heater hummed quietly, keeping the winter chill at bay. Outside, waves crashed against the rocky shore in a steady rhythm that matched my gradually slowing heartbeat. Snow had started falling outside, dusting the windows with delicate crystals that caught the light.
"You're thinking again," Elliot murmured against my hair.
I stroked his back idly, wondering when exactly I'd memorized the placement of the freckles dotting his shoulders. "How can you tell?"
"You get this little wrinkle right here." He kissed the spot between my eyebrows.
