Forsaken (Protectors #4)

Mav

I ended up crushing the pillow against my mouth as Eli’s tongue sank into my body. I’d been expecting Eli to prepare me with his finger like he had when I’d been on my knees in front of him, but I hadn’t expected this. It was something I’d done on only the rarest of occasions and I’d never had it done to me because it was just way too intimate. And I couldn’t help but wonder if I would have enjoyed it as much if it had been one of the many random strangers I’d fucked over the years. Hell, I didn’t have to wonder. I knew for a fact that it was only this good because it was Eli.

I hadn’t told Eli that it had been a long time since I’d bottomed – nearly twenty years in fact – because I’d already sensed his nervousness about taking me and he’d admitted it to me in the shower after our self-defense lesson. I’d reassured him that I’d like whatever he did to me and that nothing he did would hurt me, but I’d hedged on the details when he’d asked me if I’d ever been fucked before. The only time I’d ever bottomed was when I was fourteen and my best friend, Travis and I had been experimenting with sex. I hadn’t found any pleasure in the act while Travis had, so after the one disastrous attempt, I’d ended up topping the few times we’d fucked .

But giving myself to Eli was just a foregone conclusion and even if I didn’t get as much pleasure from being the one getting fucked as I did when I was doing the fucking, I didn’t care because I remembered the way Eli had fisted my hair the day we’d fucked each other’s mouths for the first time and I’d been so turned on by the idea of him being inside of me, controlling me, that I couldn’t imagine it would be anything like it had been with Travis.