Page 35 of Becoming His Muse
She returned a minute later, climbing onto the foot of the bed. She handed Elion the box, and he opened it, leaning over to kiss her as he did so. He took one out, tossed the box aside, and opened the wrapper. He slid the condom down his dick, never pulling his lips from hers.
Again, he pulled her to straddle him, and this time, he wasted none, pulling her onto his dick. Their moans filled the air as he entered her, stopping only when he was buried to the hilt. He hadn’t missed the way her nails dug into his forearm, so he held still. Placing soft kisses on her lips, running his hands up and down her sides.
“Talk to me, Sweetheart,” Elion requested after a minute. “Tell me how you’re feeling.”
“I feel like,” Olani started, pausing to nip his lower lip. “You should hold on.” She lifted halfway off his dick, then came down, causing them both to moan.
He gripped her hair, pulling her head back before licking up the hollow of her neck. He placed his lips to her ear. “Are you sure I’m the one that needs to hold on, baby?”
He wrapped his free arm around her waist, lifted her, and as he pulled her down, Elion thrust up. Olani threw her head back, the moan that passed her lips floating like soft jazz notes around them. He nipped her chin before placing both hands on her waist and lifting her again. His hips rolled up when he pulled her down, and he was rewarded with that euphoric moan.
She’d told him to hold on. Now, he would give her not only a reason to hold on but to beg as well.
Olani moved in time with Elion as he thrust into her. She felt as if she was on cloud nine. He filled her perfectly, stretched her so well, and she’d almost forgotten what it felt like. Each thrust touched her deeply. She felt it in the pit of her stomach, the tips of her toes, and she loved every second.
Her hips rocked and gyrated in sync with him. His thrusts weren’t fast, but each thrust was deep and powerful, and she felt herself tighten around him each time he entered her. His hands slipped from her waist around to her ass, and he gripped it and used that grip to continue dictating their rhythm.
Olani felt as if every spot inside her was being touched, caressed, and she felt that simmering heat building in her core. It spread through her, and her walls pulsed around his dick. Squeezed him tight, then released him, only to repeat a millisecond later.
“Elion, please. I’m going to cum.”
“Cum for me, Sweetheart,” he commanded, placing his lips on her neck and planting kisses.
As her orgasm hit, Elion bit her neck, and Olani threw her head back. “Shit!” she exclaimed as she shook on top of him. He moaned as he held still, and she felt like the sound traveled through her.
He gave her time to come down from her orgasm, and when she did, he pulled his face from her neck and pecked her on the lips. That wasn’t enough for her as she placed her arms over his shoulder, grabbed the hairs at the nape of his neck, and pulled him back in.
She slid her tongue into his mouth, kissing him as the spasming of her legs ceased. Elion maneuvered them, and her back hit the mattress. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and he gyrated his hips, grinding against her. Olani gasped as his pelvis brushed her clit.
He pulled out and pushed back in with each circular motion until his hips rolled into her as he fucked her. When he sat up, her hands fell to his abdomen. Her legs were removed from his waist, and he hooked his arm under her right leg.
He pulled out, snapping his hips forward, and she moaned as she rocked against the mattress, the headboard sounding off from the weight behind his thrust. He chose the same pace as before, but this time he wasn’t gripping her waist or her ass, holding her where he wanted her. Her body was free as it slid across the mattress, reacting to how he fucked her.
The thumb of his free hand rubbed her clit, and she moved against him. She attempted to circle her waist to his thumb while also moving against him as he thrust into her. The two different pleasure sensations were sending her through an out-of-body experience.
While his thrusts were steady and powerful, his thumb on her clit was a contradiction. The touch was light and delicate.
Elion angled his hips differently on each inward thrust, and she felt each one of them. He was taking her on an erotic ride; she loved it, wanted more of it, and needed more.
“More,” she breathlessly requested.
He smirked at her, hooking his other arm under her leg, and as he snapped his hips to enter her, he pulled her to meet the thrust. Olani pushed a curse into the air. She’d asked for more, and she knew he would deliver.
The pace of their movements sped up, and each time he thrust into her, he pulled her to meet him. She’d initially felt him deep but now felt as if he were massaging her stomach with his dick. Realistically, she knew that wasn’t happening, but she felt pleasure in every fiber of her being, and she wouldn’t have it any other way.
“That’s it, baby. Is this what you wanted? To feel me deep inside of you?” She nodded as she moaned, and it clearly wasn’tgood enough; it wasn’t what he wanted because Elion thrust a little harder. “I want to hear it, Sweetheart.Tell me.”
“Yes, yes, that’s what I wanted,” Olani answered, a deep moan bubbling from her lips.
She could feel her next orgasm on the precipice of release, and she gripped the comforter as it erupted.
“Fuck! Elion!”
Her bottom half spasmed, and with her legs hooked over his arms, she rose off the bed as he pushed in to the hilt and stayed there, swaying his hips from side to side. Her orgasm ran through her like a freight train, and it took her several minutes to come down from it. When she did, she found Elion smirking at her, and he nodded to her, hands curled around the comforter.
“I see you’re holding on, Sweetheart.”
Olani licked her lower lip as she pushed on his chest. He released her legs and pulled out. She flipped onto her stomach, placing her ass in the air.
