He licks me, once, twice, before focusing on my clit. And sucking. Before he’s even touched me anywhere else.
I cry out, arching up into him, grabbing handfuls of his short hair. My head falls back. Panting, I realize that the reason the laptop didn’t hit the floor is that Christoph caught it.
Elias presses my legs open wider, pinning one thigh down as he alternates between flicking and sucking my clit with his tongue and mouth.
I writhe under his ministrations, worrying for a moment that I’m actually too turned on, too overwhelmed, to relax enough to come.
Elias guides my free leg up over his shoulder, then slides a hand up my body to pinch my peaked nipple through my silk gown.
Christoph sets the laptop on the sideboard, stepping fully into my eyeline. “He needs this, Mirth.” His gaze rakes over me, over Elias going down on me, his voice rumbling in his chest. “Let him pleasure you, little awry. That will settle you and help us all get some sleep.”
Caught in Christoph’s golden-eyed gaze, I relax onto the table.
He quirks a smile. He leans all the way over to brush a gentle kiss against my lips.
Then I’m coming. Pure pleasure explodes under Elias’s tongue, streaking across my stomach and down my legs. The orgasm crashes through me, whiting out every other thought or feeling.
Christoph catches my moan in his mouth with the barest pressure on my lips.
The utter bliss of release flushes through me. And though simply taking pleasure is still a foreign concept to me, I allow myself to sink into it.
Elias replaces his tongue with his fingers, straightening so he can gaze down at me. At my pussy.
Christoph steps out of my sightline, then out of the room. Going back to check on the kids, presumably.
Elias reaches down and unzips his pants with one hand. He frees his hard cock with the same hand. His thumb continues circling my sensitive clit. “Come for me again, Mirth. And then I’m going to come all over your pretty pink pussy.”
I lick my lips, drawing his attention there. “Okay.”
“Quickly,” he growls, stroking his cock. “I nearly fucking came when you orgasmed the first time.”
I can’t look away from his hand on his cock. “I want it,” I all but whine. “In my mouth, in me, buried deep in me.”
“Not yet.” Elias’s gaze is fixed to my pussy. He sounds as if he’s really trying to convince himself.
Then his thumb falters on my clit.
His movements become jerky. His hips buck. Then, suppressing a deep groan, he shoots warm ropes of come all over my bare thigh.
“Oh, fuck,” I breathe.
Energy contracts between us, then my second orgasm is shuddering through me. “Elias,” I pant. “Oh, fuck. That was so … that was so …”
I’m still coming as his tongue replaces his thumb, sliding over my clit, gently but possessively. As if he’s trying to taste my orgasm, claim it for himself.
“Good girl,” he murmurs against that sensitive flesh. “Such a good girl to come for me. Both times.” He teases another half-dozen aftershocks from me before stepping away and wetting a clean tea towel in the kitchen sink.
My heart is still trying to pound its way out of my chest as he comes back. He gently cleans his come from my thigh with the warm towel, then the table. He wipes his still-half-hard cock off with a clean corner.
Then he leans in and presses a light, seemingly reverent kiss to my clit. My pussy is still on full display. My body clenches, feeling empty.
He smooths his hand up my leg. But instead of continuing anything sexual, he lays his cheek on my stomach, just resting his head on me and breathing.
I comb my fingers through his hair. I already know him well enough to understand that in a moment, he’ll be tidying myclothing, then guiding me back into bed with Bolan and Sully. Then each of us will deal with the fallout from rescuing the kids in our own way.
Elias will make certain everyone is protected on paper, building an ever-stronger shield of legalese around us until it’s insurmountable. And I’ll do my perfect-princess thing, flexing the other power I would never wield unless I need to protect people. The power that has nothing to do with my purple eyes and everything to do with the role I was bred for.
But before all of that, I allow myself to hover in a moment of relaxed bliss, and I breathe in Elias. His head is a comforting weight on my stomach. His essence twines gently through my own.
