Page 49 of Becoming His Muse
He undid the buttons and took it off, holding it out to her. He wasn’t against her wanting him shirtless. She took it from him and placed it across the back of the barstool next to her.
“How do you feel about going out on the water when I’m finished?”
He wanted to ask because it was already going on ten-thirty, and he didn’t want to keep her if she was ready to get home.
“That sounds like fun. Can we sit out on the deck?”
“Sure, Sweetheart.”
Dishes finished, he started the engine and pressed the button to retract the anchor. Olani sat on the couch, her shoes on the floor and feet tucked underneath her. He could feel her eyes on him as he steered away from the dock, drove them a mile out, and dropped the anchor. He could have let them drift, but if they were going to sit outside, he wanted them to be stable.
He grabbed the folding chair beside the washer, and as he went back into the living room, he helped her up and opened the front door. He unfolded the chair and sat down, pulling her sideways into his lap.
“How often do you get to come out here?”
“I try to come once a month for the weekend to feel like I’m away from everything, but I don’t always make it.”
“When was the last time you were here?” Olani asked, draping her arms over his shoulders.
“Before coming by to stock the fridge yesterday, I haven’t been in a few months.”
“It definitely feels like a pleasant escape.”
Elion kissed her chin. “We can come back whenever you want to.”
They lapsed into silence, listening to the sounds of nature and taking in the stars above them. After several minutes of themsitting there, he felt her lips on his neck. He ran his hand up and down her side, and her lips moved to his ear.
“I think you may need to take your pants off, too, so they don’t get wet either.”
He heard the teasing in her voice, and he grabbed the back of her neck, pulling her away from his. “I’ll take them off.” He nipped her lower lip. “And yours, so I can get you wet.”
She ran her tongue over his lips. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Elion stood, carrying her back inside and to the bedroom. He placed her on the bed, and she pulled him down into a kiss. Her hands came up to the button of his pants as he untucked her blouse from her skirt. She was the first woman he’d brought to his houseboat, which meant it would be the first time he’d had sex in it. He was about to rock the boat in both senses.
Olani’s hands gripped the comforter, and her back arched as a moan left her lips. Elion was giving her the sweetest type of torture. When he’d brought her into the bedroom, they undressed each other, their lips barely ever parting. When they were completely naked, and his lips left hers, it was only to sink to his knees and kiss her other pair.
He’d brought her to the brink three times but hadn’t toppled her over, and the sensitivity she felt in her clit increased tenfold each time. Each kiss, lick, and suck of her clit were deliberate, and it was painfully apparent that she would only cum when he wanted her to. When he was ready for her to release and allow him to taste what he’d caused to flow from her.
She didn’t mind. The way he pleasured her with his lips and tongue only, his hands gripping her thighs, was pure bliss.She was never one for being stingy and had every intention of allowing him to get his fill. Yet, she would be lying if she said she wasn’t anticipating feeling him slide inside her, feeling him stretch her.
His teeth grazed her clit, and she gasped, released one hand from the comforter she held hostage, and tangled in his hair. Instinctually, she rocked her lower half, trying to get more. More pressure, more friction, but his hands on her thighs held her still, kept her right where he wanted her as he swirled his tongue around her clit. He circled slowly. First, one direction, then the other. The contact heavy, then light.
The continual mix of sensations caused Olani to bite her bottom lip and trap a moan in her throat. She wasn’t sure why. They were out on the water in what some might consider the middle of nowhere. No one was going to hear her. For some reason, that particular moan felt as if it would have been too loud, as if it would have shattered the current mood that was set.
His tongue entered her, slow flicks inside as he breathed on her clit, causing her legs to shutter. She knew the rising of her release wasn’t far off, and she didn’t know if he planned on allowing her to cum or make her hold off again.
Elion’s tongue danced figure eights inside of her. This time, when she moved her hips, it was just enough to follow the movements of his tongue. He didn’t stop her, and she winded her hips as his tongue fucked her.
She didn’t know how much time had ticked by. A minute? Two? But he fucked her with his tongue at that same languid pace, that same enticing pattern of his tongue, before he slipped it from her and sucked her clit into his mouth.
“Elion.”
It was a whisper. A plead. A combination of both, and she felt her orgasm on the precipice. Right at the border of her walls, and as she thought he would stop, give her a second to calmdown, her orgasm jumped from the top of that wall, and she was plummeting into pleasure.
Olani felt like the breath was sucked from her, and all she managed was a gasp, her hands tightening in his hair as she arched toward his mouth.
When her back descended to the bed, chest rising and falling, she loosened her grip. Running her hands through his hair, she looked down at him. Only when they made eye contact did he release her clit. Sinking down to slip his tongue into her before giving her a long slow lick, tongue heavy on her sensitive clit, never breaking eye contact.
