Page 90 of Cherished Lands
Elliot's grin widened. "You're really pushing your luck tonight, aren't you?"
"Maybe. But then again, I've always enjoyed living on the edge."
He dipped his head, capturing my mouth with his. The kiss ignited a fire that spread swiftly through my body, engulfing me. He grabbed me by the waist, pulling me closer, grinding himself against me. Everywhere we touched set my skin humming. The scorching heat of the moment flooded my body with adrenaline.
I squirmed against him, my pulse quickening. As his lips trailed kisses along my jawline and down to my neck, I let out a low moan.
"I've been waiting all day for a moment like this, Tessa." His voice was a rough whisper against my skin, making my entire body tremble with need. "And now that we finally have it, I don't plan on wasting it."
"I want you to remember this moment," he said, strong hands gripping my hips, holding me in place.
"Trust me, I will," I breathed, staring into his deep blue eyes, completely absorbed by the emotion swirling within them.
"Then let's make it unforgettable." With that, he kissed me again, slow and deep. Elliot might have been a man of few words, but his kisses were eloquence itself. Passion, frustration, tenderness—a deluge of raw emotion washed over me as his tongue twined with mine.
This was more than just a celebration; it was theculmination of everything we had fought for together. The world outside faded away as Elliot poured all that he felt into every stroke of his tongue, every caress of his hands.
I pulled back, my breath coming in hot pants. "Elliot..."
I held back a moan as his lips traveled down my neck, his teeth grazing sensitive skin. Without warning, he picked me up and lifted me onto the bar top with effortless strength. The polished wood felt cool against my heated skin as he pushed my dress up around my waist.
"Been wanting to do this since you walked in wearing this damn dress," he growled, fingers dancing up my inner thighs.
God, his voice does things to me.
My head fell back as he hooked his fingers into my panties, dragging them down my legs with agonizing slowness. The chill air hit my exposed flesh, making me shiver. Or maybe it was the hungry look in his eyes as he stared up at me.
"Spread your legs for me, Princess."
I complied instantly, earning a pleased grumble from deep in his chest. He placed his large hands on my thighs, pushing them wider before sinking down between my legs. The first swipe of his tongue had me gasping, fingers clutching the edge of the bar.
"Fuck, Elliot..."
His tongue worked me with practiced skill, alternating between broad strokes and focused attention on my clit. My hips rocked against his face, chasing more friction.
"That's it," he murmured between licks. "Moan for me. I wanna hear you."
I whimpered as he slid two thick fingers inside me, curling them just right. The dual sensation of his tongue and fingers hadme climbing rapidly toward release. My thighs trembled around his head as tension wound taut in my belly.
"Please... I'm so close..."
He increased his pace, sucking my clit as his fingers pumped faster. The pressure built until I shattered with a cry, my back arching off the bar top.
Before I could catch my breath, he spun me around and bent me over the bar. The wood pressed against my stomach as he kicked my legs wider. I heard his zipper then felt the thick head of his cock sliding through my folds.
"Been dreaming of fucking you right here. Gonna make you scream my name."
He pushed inside with one smooth thrust, stretching me deliciously. My fingers scrabbled for purchase on the smooth surface as he set a punishing pace.
"Fuck, you're so tight," he groaned, hands gripping my hips hard enough to bruise. "Love how wet you get for me."
Each thrust drove me higher, the angle allowing him to hit spots that made my toes curl. The bar creaked beneath us as he pounded into me, our gasps and moans echoing in the empty taproom.
"Touch yourself," he commanded, one hand sliding up my back to tangle in my hair. "Want to feel you come on my cock."
I snaked a hand between my legs, circling my clit in time with his thrusts. The combined sensations had me racing toward another mind-blowing orgasm. Elliot tugged my hair, forcing my back to arch sharply.
"That's my good girl," he praised, his rhythm growing erratic. "Come for me, Princess."
