Page 62 of For The Weekend
Though it’s not time yet. Not nearly.
I break away from Eloise and gesture to the bed, but when she doesn’t move fast enough, I lay a sharp slap to her ass that makes her gasp. I do it again to watch her flesh jiggle, to see the pink bloom on her skin. “On your back,” I tell her. “Hold your pussy open. I want to see what I’m about to eat.”
She half laughs, half moans. “For a man who doesn’t talk all that much, you’re pretty good at dirty talk.”
I place one knee on the edge of the bed and jut my chin in a silent command for her to shift back, spread her legs. She complies. “For a woman who never stops talking, you’re pretty good at staying quiet. Now, show me.”
She skates her hands down her sides, over the patch of light brown hair between her legs and spreads her lips, revealing my real favorite kind of pink. She’s glistening, her arousal evident, and I swallow a moan. I ditch my pants and underwear, kicking them off somewhere behind me to absently run my hand over my cock. It’s wet at the tip, and I’m dying to be inside her. So much so that I need to verbally remind myself to wait. “Soon,” Isay, more to myself than her. “I’ll be inside. But first, I have to make you good and ready.”
I dive down, spreading her thighs with my hands, able to use both since she’s so good, so perfect, holding herself open for me. I kiss her clit, tease it with quick licks before dragging the flat of my tongue up her slit, tasting her essence straight from the source, and there has never been a better way to drink her sweetness down.
She quickly loses control, writhing and wriggling all over, including her hands, so I bat them out of the way. She fists the sheets, and I take over, working two fingers inside her pussy. I stroke her slowly, gently, curling my knuckles until I find that spot that makes her cry out, and I don’t let up. I suck on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, listening to how her sounds change and build, letting me know what she likes and needs to get her there. And when she does eventually come, her body convulsing, I am rewarded with an echoing cry through the room.
But I still don’t stop. I keep going, my fingers pumping in and out of her, using three instead of two. I stretch her open, swiftly taking her to the edge again with my mouth. I won’t stop—can’t stop—until she’s dripping. She needs this, needs to be soft and pliant to be able to take me, but she’s fighting me reflexively. Shaking her head back and forth, mumbling my name over and over, thighs squeezing. She’s trembling so badly, scooting up the mattress so far that I need to clamp my arm around her, holding her down, and my cock grows even harder. Having to restrain her even this little bit is hot. Her unconscious and wild lack of inhibition is a thing of beauty. Makes me work harder because I want more of it.
I want all of her.
Frantic and irresistible.
Unruly and absolutely flawless.
That’s what she is when she comes again, body shaking and voice breaking like she can’t take it anymore.
I kneel between her legs, slipping my fingers out of her. They’re drenched in her arousal, and I pet her thighs, bringing her back to me as I lick my digits clean. She blinks up at me, long eyelashes fluttering, her makeup still on, and the sudden image of it smearing intrudes on my thoughts. So, I don’t argue when Eloise draws herself up and says, “I want to taste you.”
I flip us, landing on my back with her straddling me as she bites into her lower lip, containing her growing smile. “Go ahead,” I urge. “Put your mouth on me.”
She is all too happy to oblige and leans down, her tongue tracing the lines of the tattoos on my chest to my pierced nipples. She flicks each of the barbells with her tongue, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh. I hiss, my hips involuntarily rising, and I comb my fingers into her hair, pulling out the pins keeping it up.
The honey locks drape over my hands, and I clench them as she moves lower, licking over the indents of my abs, her hands exploring the ladder of my ribs. She places kisses on my hip bones but stops to hover over my straining cock. She tilts her head, the whites of her eyes huge. “I swear this is even bigger than ones I’ve seen in porn.”
I grip the roots of her hair. “You watch a lot of porn?”
She grins, cheeks flushing. “I’m a casual observer. Ya know…”
This girl. She’s something else.
I let a laugh loose, my chest rumbling with the sound, and she gasps, darting up straight. “I did it!” She points at my face. “I made you laugh! I did it! I knew I could. You?—”
I haul her to me, slamming her lips to mine, nipping and licking at her until she wiggles away from me, crawling backwardto fist my cock. Her manicured fingers don’t touch, but I love the picture it makes, her pale hand wrapped around my cock, red from the blood flowing to it. She leans down, tongue flicking out to the head, swiping away the dot of moisture before following the vein.
Then she opens wide, taking me into her mouth, and I fix the pillow behind my head so I can watch her. She hollows her cheeks, sucking, but she can’t take all of me, not even close, though the sight of her trying, her lips stretched wide around my cock, it’s enough to make me lose control. I shut my eyes, muscles contracting as I concentrate on how good the wet heat feels instead of how badly I want to come down her throat, and when I finally have control of myself, I snap my eyes open to see her head bobbing in time with her hand, working her spit down my length.
I let her suck on me for another minute or two then pull her off and roll us so she’s on the bottom and her legs are open for me. “Stay relaxed,” I say, holding her thighs up in a wide V, her pussy on full display, my cock bobbing between us. “Stay just like that.”
I spit on her, rubbing it against her clit and down her slit before spitting into my hand to stroke my cock, using it as lubricant. She whines when I press the wide head against her entrance and push in. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and I blow out a breath as I slide in an inch.
Eloise whimpers, and I take hold of her chin, our gazes locking. “You okay?”
“It’s never going to fit,” she whispers.
“We’ll make it fit,” I promise, my voice a low growl. I spit on my fingers again and circle her clit. She responds with a long sigh, and I slip out of her, only to slide right back in, one inch and then another, going deeper each time.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Taking it like a fucking champ.”
She breathes a laugh that turns into a moan. “It feels… I feel so full. Are you all the way in?”
“Not even close, sunshine.”
