Chapter 31
SAPPHIRE
Within seconds, we’re tearing at each other’s clothes, fingers clawing, lips pressing, tongues tangling, until fabric is scattered all around us until it’s just us.
Skin against skin, heat against heat, his weight pressing down on me, our hearts pounding together.
Every gasp, every touch leaves us raw and exposed, tongues entwining together with nothing left to hide.
I widen my legs to accommodate his body as Eli traces a path of kisses along my jaw and down my neck, over the streams of necklaces I have, as my eager hips tilt upward, my pussy pulsing with desire.
“Fuck me,” I gasp, arching my neck back, pushing my breasts into his chest. My nipples graze against his skin, making them pebble.
“Not yet.” Eli chuckles darkly, sounding menacing, moving down my body and stopping at my breasts, kissing me between my cleavage.
My nipples tighten into hard peaks from the anticipation.
I let out a long moan when he flicks my puckered nipple with his tongue before licking the other as he teases, then pulls it between his teeth, sending a shockwave of pleasure to my pussy.
I’m a mixture of frustration and desire, longing for him to be inside me now but loving every moment of him worshiping my body.
“Your nipples are the prettiest rosy pink.”
“Yeah?”
“I’ve been imagining what color they are for weeks.
You are fucking beautiful,” he mumbles against my skin.
He runs the tip of his tongue around the outer edge of my nipple, then takes it entirely into his mouth, nipping at it with his teeth.
I push the back of his head, urging him to suck it, hard, because it feels so goddamn good. Utterly delicious.
“As much as I want to fuck you…” he starts, then pauses, nearly unable to resist lavishing his tongue around my nipple as he works me into a frenzy, devouring me.
Eventually he finishes his sentence. “I think I might take my sweet-ass time with you. Tease you. Until you’re begging me to fill you with my cock. ”
God, he’s infuriating.
He runs the tip of his nose over my skin as he moves to my other breast. “Because you’ve been teasing me with those little cowboy boots and summer dresses for months now.
” Eli kisses my nipple, while his fingertips tickle my skin, graze my calves, and explore my body as goosebumps spread across me, my whole body craving every inch of his attention.
I grab his hair and clutch the strands between my fingers as he pinches my other nipple with his skilled fingers, tormenting me further by licking and sucking my breast until I’m uncontrollably writhing beneath him.
“That’s so good, Eli,” I whisper. He might be playing with only my nipples, but I feel his touch everywhere.
I’m so wet, and he’s yet to touch my pussy.
Torturing me some more, he returns to my other nipple and gives it the same attention before easing himself down the bed, between my legs with a look of determination.
He kisses just above my belly button, then below it, before finally his handsome face looks up at me, and he gives me a rare knockout smile.
With a deep longing to touch him, I slide my hands down his strong forearms, which he has stretched out on either side of me, and I let my fingertips explore his skin, moving up, to anywhere I can reach. He’s so fit and gorgeous.
“I love the way you touch me,” he admits, dropping a kiss just above my pussy that makes me groan and dig my nails into his shoulders, making him groan in response too, the pair of us creating our own symphony of sounds.
Eli then inhales a deep breath, pushing the tip of his nose between my pussy lips before saying, “I can smell how wet you are for me, baby.”
Baby.
Oh, how I love that.
“Are you wet for me?” His voice playfully dances with a hint of dark mischief.
I’m unable to form words, my heart pounding in my chest, and all I can do is nod.
“Should we check how wet your pretty cunt is?” His dirty words make me inhale sharply, my heated core aching from how aroused I am by his filthy mouth.
He spreads my thighs wide before he touches my pussy with featherlight strokes, moving to my thighs again, toying with me, making me wait, to draw out the moment. It’s both painful and perfect in equal amounts.
Drawing circles across my skin, he teases my inner thighs with gentle touches before moving back to my pussy.
While he’s in control, I’m writhing, tilting my pelvis, enticing him to touch me, on the cusp of completely losing it, and begging him, just like he said I would, to fuck me.
Eli continually fuels the desire burning inside me whenever he dusts his fingertips across my pussy again, then the skin on my ass and thighs, moving closer to where I want him to be.
As if hearing my silent plea, he slips a finger between my lips, grazing my clit, making me jolt as a pure shot of adrenaline courses through me.
I cry out as he slides his finger back and forth, rubbing my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
My breath catches in my chest when he finally, and oh so deliciously, pushes a thick finger inside me, making my back arch off the bed.
“Eli,” I moan, loudly.
“You’re soaked, baby.” His pupils dilate, darkening when he pushes it in and out, my pussy tightening around his fingers.
For someone who hasn’t been with anyone in a while, he sure hasn’t forgotten how to navigate a woman’s body.
“I want to see the look on your pretty face when you come all over my fingers and tongue. Eyes on me, baby,” he commands.
Rendered speechless, I lock eyes with his, doing as he asks, the room glowing with the last of the golden sunset, the shadows stretching long across the hardwood floor and silk drapes that I’ve barely glimpsed at.
“Good girl.” His voice, richly dark and gravelly, triggers a rush of arousal that floods through me. The air feels heavy, close, and charged with electricity, my heartbeat pounding in my ears loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.
Then his mouth is on my pussy, licking my clit, ravishing me, eating me out like he hasn’t eaten in months. He pushes another thick finger into my pussy; the burn of him stretching me slowly turns into intense pleasure.
I buck my hips, driving his fingers deeper inside of me, forcing him to press against my inner walls.
A delicious wave of pleasure crashes over me when he touches a divine spot that makes me cry out his name.
When his thumb presses on my clit and he increases the pressure, I call out his name again and tell him not to stop. I never want this feeling to end.
“Say my name again, baby, I love it when you do.” The way he’s looking up at me with longing and need is hot enough to melt gold. And the sexy wink he throws me as he stares me down has my insides melting to goo.
“Eli.” I give him what he wants, knowing I’m going to come so fast.
“Come for me, baby.” His fingers move in and out of my soaked pussy much faster now, stroking my inner walls, as if urging me to come and light me up like the Fourth of July.
I love the control he has over my body.
I’m overwhelmed by intense sensations to the point that I feel like I’m going to explode, and I do. I come embarrassingly fast, all over his fingers and tongue as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My moans of pleasure fill the large bedroom, while all I can do is thrash my hips, rocking them back and forth to fuck his fingers as my orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave. It’s all-consuming; every part of me feels alive.
In this suspended moment, caught somewhere between pleasure and coming back to reality, I now understand what it feels like to be undone, and let every piece of myself go.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he pants, sounding breathless himself, mumbling against my pussy.
His praise has me rocking my hips and spreading my legs wider for him as he continues to work my clit and wet center, pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body until every inch of me feels like it’s humming.
I feel beautiful, seen, and cared for as he guides me back down from my high.
“You’re fucking soaked.” He presses my overly sensitive clit again with his thumb, causing me to moan.
When I look down, I enjoy watching him as he rubs and moves his hips against the comforter, with the desperate need to fuck.
“I want you inside of me,” I whisper. I can’t wait any longer either. I want him to fill me up.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
His words light me up in ways I never knew possible and make me want to drop to my knees and taste every hard inch of him.
He pulls away from me, sitting back on his haunches, and gazes down at where his fingers are still inside me. Painfully slow, he removes them, and I flinch at the loss, hating that he isn’t touching me right now.
I drop my gaze to his cock which I’ve been eager to see, and I knew I was right when I felt him beneath his underwear this morning. He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Long and thick, and the head is angry-looking and dripping with precum.
Holy shit, it’s big.
And beautiful. I’ve never thought a dick good-looking before but Eli’s is. I lick my lips, captivated by how he wraps his hand around his shaft and jerks himself in long, leisurely strokes, back and forth, ping-ponging his attention from my pussy to my face and back again, as if in a trance.
I desperately want to touch his cock, taste it, lick it as excitement rises to an all-time high, and a rush of arousal floods between my thighs.
I pull in a breath of surprise that quickly turns into fascination when he rubs his fingers that were inside of me and are covered in my orgasm over the engorged head of his cock, coating himself in my pleasure.
Wow, that’s hot.
He holds his erection at the base and cups his balls, squeezing them, and I take a mental note to myself because that’s what he clearly likes.
“Are you on the pill?” he asks, removing his hands from around his thick cock.
“Yes.”