Page 95 of Insolence
Gods save me.Instantly weak and equally as needy, I groan into her. Soon she’s covering her face with her hands and whispering my name.
When I swirl my tongue over her clit, her hands fly to my hair.
“El,please,” she whimpers and rolls her hips. Her thighs clamp shut, pinning her hands at the sides of my head.
Her taste and fragrance fill me. Her cries pervade my senses. I’m rejoicing in her. I could not be fucking happier if I tried. Another burst of pheromones, and she’s the only thing in the world that matters—the only thing inexistence.
I tease the sensitive spot just under her hood, and she damn near hits the ceiling, her voice going ragged. With the way her legs are trembling, it’s not going to take much more.
Her excitement is contagious. I’m throbbing, my own legs threatening to stop holding my weight altogether. My climax builds low in my abdomen. Inevitable.
“El! Oh, my gods!” Her fingers wrench against my scalp, her touch magnificent.
I can’t stop thinking about my cock in the dresser drawer. Can’t stop imagining sliding inside her. Feeling her walls clench around me.
Fuck.I’m a second away from coming.
She curses, rotating her hips as if reading my mind. I suck on her clit, pulling it deep into my mouth and kneading with my tongue. That’s all it takes for her to unravel.
She dissolves into the throes of a climax that drags me over the edge with her. Wailing her release, she writhes and calls my name. I pin her hips, not stopping for anything—even as my own climax bowls through me.
She’s the only person who’s ever been able to make me come without touching me.
“Gods, El. Purple.” She taps the bed and wrenches herself away, panting. Covers her flushed face with her hands again. “Oh, my gods.”
“You really did miss me, didn’t you?” I chuckle. Kiss my way up her curves.
Her hands drop. “You have no idea.”
“Yeah? Try me,” I whisper against her supple skin. Drop gentle kisses on her tits.
“El,” she warns, flinching when I get too close to one of her perfectly pointed nipples. She can’t take much stimulation there.
I plant a soft kiss on it anyway, just to be a bastard and hear her yelp.
“El!” She squirms away, her breathless laughter joining mine. She rolls me over effortlessly, reminding me how compliant she lets herself become for me. We both know she could overpower me at any moment. Easily. Easily.
Roles reversed now, she looks at me hungrily, giddy to get on top. And gods,I want her to do it. Words cannot describe how much.
With that thought, my head-space warps. It’s neither good nor bad. It’s just… different. Suddenly, I’m soft and needful and desperate. I want her riding my cunt so bad ithurts.
Most other times it’s subtle. Often I don’t even notice it at first.
Now, the shift from El to Elodie is a little jarring. But it’s like muscle memory. A force of habit wrought from wanting what she’s about to do more than life itself.
She strips me down with enthusiasm. Work shirt, dusty trousers, undershorts. Aside from my sleeveless undershirt and the band of cloth flattening my chest beneath it, everything ends up on the floor.
She climbs into my lap, kissing me and whining into my mouth when she tastes herself on my tongue. Pushes me back on the bed.
Her eyes flash in invitation, meeting mine with an unspoken question in their depths:color?
She trusts me to know my own limits as much as I trust her to respect them.
“Blue, sweetheart.” Rising on one elbow, I cup the back of her neck and pull her to me. Press our lips together in a slow, sensual kiss. I can feel myself growing wetter by the second.
Her hand is between us, smearing that wetness over my swollen clit.
“That’s right, beautiful.” I grind into her fingers and spread my legs. Brush the hair from her face. “Take what you need. Take all of me. I want you so much.”
