Page 71 of Change My Mind
I cupped her cheek in my hand, my thumb sweeping across the line of sunlight on her cheekbone. “I followed you pretty willingly, Dove,” I replied.
Her fingers took a delicate hold of my wrist, her thumb running circles over my pulse point. “My turn, what is up with the Dove thing?”
My hand slipped down her face and cupped her neck. She didn’t let go of my wrist as I ran my fingers over the space where her tattoo resided.
“Because ofthis.”
Her mouth parted. “Oh, most people think that’s a pigeon.”
I smiled. “Is it?”
“No, you’re right. It’s a dove. Mum thinks doves are our family’s guardian angels. She saw one on the day she moved to London to be with Dad, and then one always seemed to show up on important days. You know, weddings, conceptions, births. I had no plans on getting a tattoo, but I went with Rachel when she got one done, and before I knew it, I was in the chair and the only thing I felt compelled to have permanently inked on my body was a dove.”
“Well, it’s a beautiful addition. Now, why did you drag me behind a curtain?”
Her fingers tightened around my wrist. “It felt important that I have my way with you about five minutes ago, but now that we are back here, I’m wondering what I was thinking when I’m wearing this dress.”
I took another look at her dress. It was practically painted on. The dark grey velvet hugged her every curve. There wasn’t much room to manoeuvre, but I could make it work.
With my free hand, I ran my fingers along her velvet-covered clavicle before dragging them down the outside of her breast and along the seam that ran down her side. She gasped and tightened her hold on me when my fingers made the barest of contact with her lower back before I carried on down, palming her arse before slipping my hand under the slit in her dress and grabbing her thigh. Her hips shifted and pressed into me. I smirked as I watched Addie’s pupils blow.
I could hear her breath getting shallower as my finger went down, down,downuntil I was on my knees.
Addie widened her stance as my fingers brushed over her cunt, the cotton already wet.
“I can definitely make it work,” I said, as I settled more comfortably between her legs.
“Byall means, go ahead and make it work,” Addie replied in a breathy whisper.
Her eyes locked with mine, now a dark green forest I would happily get lost in. A dark green that got even darker when I hooked my finger into her underwear and pulled them to the side, revealing the dark pink blush of her cunt.
My thumb found her clit easily, moving in slow circles around it. Addie’s hips pushed down into my touch, and she released a shaky breath.
I changed the angle of my hand and slid a finger into her while I increased the pressure on her clit. She accepted me easily, her pussy wet and slick, as I fucked her slowly. Addie’s hands kept flexing at her sides.
She was holding back.
And I couldn’t have that.
I replaced my thumb with my mouth, sealing my lips over her clit and sucking the way I knew she liked, pulling a broken, quiet moan from her. I released her clit and started flicking my tongue against it, adding a second finger and speeding up. I swirled my tongue around her before sucking it again, and Addiefinallysank her fingers into my hair. She pulled sharply, making me hum against her, which in turn made her gasp. A choked-off sound that spurred me on.
I nipped at her clit, and her nails scratched my scalp almost painfully. I soothed her with the flat of my tongue.
“Please, Eli.Please.” Addie’s voice was low and wrecked.
I focused my attention on her clit, and her thighs started shaking while her grip on my hair tightened. A quiet litany of swear words slipped out of her as she came, riding her orgasm out on my face. I could feel her clenching around my fingers. Her nails against my scalp, a welcome pain. It grounded me just enough to not come in my boxers.
I pressed one final kiss to her pussy before settling her underwear back in place. I looked up at her, dark emerald eyesclouded with lust, and felt a deep sense of satisfaction settle into my bones. Her hands released their hold on my hair, and she made acome heremotion with her finger. I rushed to stand up, steadying myself with my hands on her waist as the blood rushed to my head.
“You definitely made that work,” she said, our lips brushing before she pressed her mouth against mine. Her hands wound up back in my hair, trying to smooth it back down. I straddled the firm length of her thigh and pressed my hips against her.
Our kiss was a steady push-pull that I was so lost in, I almost missed the beginnings of my orgasm start to rush through me. I broke away and buried my head in her neck. Her hands moved down from my hair to my back, one settling at the base of my spine. A clear encouragement to keep grinding against her.
“I cannot come in my fucking boxers, Ads,” I huffed. Not that I stopped rocking my hips against her thigh.
“Then let go,” Addie replied, her voice a breathy whisper right in my ear. More a tease than anything else.
But it was enough.
