Page 22 of Knot Falling in Love
Elijah chuckles, toeing my shoes with hisblack boot, nudging my legs apart with his thigh, causing me to suck in a breath.
“Did you know I can smell your cunt?” He growls in my hear, “Fuck, you smell so good and taste so sweet. I’m addicted to it. I would spend the rest of my days buried between your legs if you’d let me.” He leans forward, pressing his thigh into me until I’m grinding down on it.
I’m frozen in place, his face against my neck like a predator and his leather jacket keeping my arms behind my back, his low, gravely voice alone is almost enough to make me come.
“Tell me I can taste you.” He runs his nose along my jaw, “Tell me I can pull those panties down and throw your leg over my shoulder and lick that pussy until it’s running down my chin.”
“If you don’t, I’m going to die right here.” I whimper.
Sure, it’s a little overdramatic, but his words are pulling me taut. I’m trembling and moments from begging for release if I thought it’d help.
“We can’t have that, can we?” He chuckles, dropping to his knees, his hands slidingup my sides, squeezing my hips as he tucks his fingertips under my leggings and pulls them down around my ankles.
I toe off my shoes, tossing his leather jacket on the couch as he helps rid me of my pants.
His face is immediately at the apex of my thighs, inhaling and nuzzling, his hands moving around to grab handfuls of my ass and forcing me forward and off-kilter.
“Elijah,” I hiss out, my hands gripping his shoulders to keep from falling.
“Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
“You’ve got to teach me how to do that.” I pant out, running my fingers through his hair.
“And miss out on having the neighbors hear you scream my name?”He runs his tongue along my panties, pressing them against my pussy as he nips at my clit through the fabric.
“I’d use my powers for good, like getting you bricked up when we’re out in public.” I bite my lip.
He gives my ass a quick smack in response.
“So mean.”
He pins me with a stare, tugging my panties down and pulling my leg over his shoulder. “If you want me to stop.”
“No, no. Don’t stop.” I look down, my core clenching as he uses his fingertip to toy along my entrance, leaning closer. “Please, Elijah.”
“Again.” He’s so close that I can almost feel his warm breath where I need him.
“Please, Elijah, fuck. Please.”
“Good girl.”He flattens his tongue over my clit, drawing lazy circles as he slides a single digit in, stroking along in time until I’m shaking from movement. Then he changes his pace, sweeping his tongue across my clit and sucking.
I nearly double over, my fingers tangling in his short hair as he teases me.
“Come on. Soak your mate’s face.”
Suddenly, I’m lost in his praise, his words just as intense as his caress. I come hard, pushing his face against my pussy as he grunts, enjoying every second. Just like before, I practically have to push him away when things get a little too sensitive, but I can’t wait to spend an afternoon with his head buried between my legs.
Elijah kisses up my stomach, pulling my shirt over my head and dropping it to the floor. He lavishes my breasts with attention, peeling the straps from my shoulders and unhookingmy bra, throwing it with the rest of my clothing.
I claw at his t-shirt, before my hands go to his belt, evening the playing field until he’s standing in front of me wearing nothing but his black boxers, clinging to the thick outline of his cock, knot and all.
“Is that what you want?” He asks, fisting his cock as he catches me staring at his bulge, “Over here.”
His hands go to my waist, turning me until my back is flat against his chest, walking me over towards the couch, his erection pressing against my ass.
I’m fighting the urge to tease him, grinding into him, but then he answers my prayers, bending me over the couch and pulling my hips flush against his.
The sound of foil tearing and the snap of latex fills the silence, mingling with our ragged breaths.
