Page 32 of Becoming His Muse
She was even more confused than before, and was sure it played out on her face. That is until she looked into his eyes and saw exactly why he’d said that to her. The undeniable carnal desire that rested in their depths, and with as prominent as it was, how easily she could read it, Olani was surprised at his restraint.
“I don’t want to,” she spoke after a moment. “I want you to do whatever it is you’re thinking right now.”
Olani knew she was playing with fire, but there was a chance she would be burned deliciously. She wanted everything she could read from that look in his eyes and everything she couldn’t.
She didn’t know what she’d expected from her statement, but Elion wrapping his hand around her neck and pulling her to him was not it. It took her by surprise, but it was far from unwelcome. It sent heat between her thighs, and she didn’t think she’d ever been grabbed this way.So primal. He leaned down, his lips a breath away from hers.
“You,” he told her. Those azure eyes darkened as they stared into hers. “What I’m thinking of doing is you. In every position I can think of until you’re satisfied and sore. Until we’re both exhausted.”
Olani’s breath caught in her throat at his words and at the promise in his eyes. She knew that if they took it there, to that level, he would make good on every single one of them.
He ran his tongue along her lips, and she bit back the moan that bubbled in her throat. She kept it from tumbling past her lips. “Do you still want me to do what I’m thinking?”
His words caused a stirring in her stomach and a blaze between her thighs. It’d been so long since she’d cum from something or someone other than herself that she knew she’d come apart easily for him. Melt under his treatment and be molded into whatever he saw fit at his touch. That thought was scary, but wholly arousing.
She nipped his bottom lip, nodding when she pulled away. “Yes.” Olani wasn’t sure if he’d heard her. She’d meant to speak much louder and be firm in her answer, but there was something about how he looked at her.
Elion took a few steps back, and she followed, his hand still around her neck, giving her little option. That look in his eyes darkened further, as if a switch was flipped. His lips came down on hers, and he slipped his tongue into her mouth, immediately forcing hers into submission. This was new. He’d never kissed her this harshly, this indelicately. He always moved with her, led her. The way he kissed her now was subduing, and she didn’t want him to stop.
Elion released Olani’s neck, his hands going to the hem of her shirt. He wasted no time pulling it off her, only breaking their kiss momentarily to do so. He tossed it to the side before his lips were back on hers.
Something primal was scratching at the surface inside of him, clawing to get free. Her admission that he’d turned her on, was like a key being placed in the lock of a cage. Her declaration that she wanted him to do what he was thinking, the turning of said key, the releasing of the lock, and Elion didn’t know how long he’d be able to hold it at bay. If he wanted to at all.
Olani moaned into their kiss, and his grip on her waist tightened as he groaned in response. He didn’t know how long it’d been since he’d heard a woman moan, elicited the moan. He’d been focusing far too much on his craft if he’d forgotten that arousing sound.
Elion’s hands went to the band of her shorts, and he hooked his thumbs on either side, pausing momentarily to see if she would stop him. When she only continued to kiss him, he pushed them down, along with her panties. He wasn’t sure where his patience hid, but he knew it was no longer with him.
When her clothing hit the floor, Elion pulled away from the kiss and took a couple of steps back. He wanted to take her in, commit that image to memory. His imagination could not conjure up what he was seeing in front of him. She was absolute perfection, and he did his damnedest to memorize every curve and dip through sight because he planned on doing the same thing through touch and taste.
Olani reached out, pulling at the edge of his towel, and Elion let her. It was only fair that he be naked as well. When it hit the floor, his dick standing at attention greeting her, he listened to her intake of breath.
“Fuck,” she stated softly, her eyes trained on his dick.
He wrapped his arm around her waist, picking her up, and she wrapped her legs around his. He lay her on the bed as he peppered kisses over her jaw and chin. He continued down, kissing her neck before running the tip of his tongue up it. Olani moaned softly, and Elion’s downward journey continued.
He covered her left breast in kisses before swirling his tongue around her nipple. The bud was taut, hard, and he pulled it into his mouth, bringing his hand up to caress her right breast. He tasted her flesh, memorizing it with his tongue, his hand. The softness of her skin under his tongue, the texture of her nipple.He committed to memory the weight of her breast in his hand, the volume of her moans with each action.
They funneled from her lips and into the room, traveling on the walls, the bed, and every surface present as they surrounded him.
Elion released her left nipple, turning his attention to the right. His tongue circled it before he took it between his lips, biting it gently. Olani gasped but arched upward, pushing more of her breast into his face, and he tweaked her left nipple before running his thumb over it.
After a few moments, he allowed the bud to slip from his lips. He kissed down the plain of her stomach, his hands following down her sides, waist, and hips, over the soft flesh. He kissed the top of her smooth mound, wondering if she’d shaved with anticipation of this or if that was how she always kept it. It was a question that Elion pushed to the back of his mind because, at the moment, he had other things he wanted to focus on.
He spread her legs wider, pausing his hand as he reached out to touch her. His eyes traveled to hers, and he found her looking at him. Desire hooded her eyes, and the way she watched him made him want to keep her eyes on him precisely like that.
He used his fingers to spread her lips, and he couldn’t help but lick his lips at what awaited him. She was already wet, her pussy glistening with evidence of her want. He flipped his hand over, running his middle finger up her slit, circling her clit.
“Elion,” Olani moaned.
His name sounded like soft music tumbling from her lips, and he wanted to hear it again, wanted to hear her say his name in that tantalizing song before he had her screaming it as if her life depended on it.
Elion leaned forward, her pussy beckoning him in, inviting him to have a taste, to sample her decadence that had been aged like fine wine.
The first swipe of his tongue was slow, exploratory. He was sampling her as he would a rare bottle of Cheval Blanc. Familiarizing himself with the taste, one that he would commit to memory, that he no doubt had plans of indulging in. It was like honey on his tongue, surrounding the appendage in her sweet juices.
Elion circled his tongue around her clit, and another moan slipped past Olani’s lips, but it wasn’t what he was aiming for. He wanted her to speak his name into the air again, allow it to take flight and soar to him.
He took her clit into his mouth and sucked it gently. His patience had left him the moment she’d told him to do what he was thinking, but he’d be damned if he rushed through his first course. He wanted to get his fill even if the beast she’d unwittingly stirred awake was scratching, clawing to get out.
