Chapter 15 #2
I pull down the neckline of her dress and drag my teeth over the soft and pillowy mounds of her breasts.
If I knew where to find the zipper, I’d take the goddamn thing off, but the light is too low and I’m not that patient.
Instead, I let my hand drift from her waist to her thigh and glide it back up to her ass, taking the bottom of her dress with it.
I squeeze her cheek, gripping it tightly, and she inhales sharply. “Roman.”
“Tell me one more thing you’re good at, and I’ll show you,” I say, slipping my fingers under her thin lace panties. “One more, sunshine. Tell me.”
She rolls her hips like the needy thing she is, and I push her harder against the wall, grinding my cock against the sweet heat of her pussy, hidden only by a mere scrap of material.
With her hands on the back of my head and neck, she forces my mouth to hers as she murmurs, “I’m good at making you smile. ”
I grin into a kiss. “Fucking right, you are.”
Then I give her what she wants and pull her underwear to the side to slide two fingers up and down her slit before circling her clit. She responds by sighing into my mouth, biting and pulling at my lip, surprising the shit out of me.
Sunshine likes it a little rough, eh?
I grunt and clutch her hair in my fist, tugging, forcing her head back until she’s staring at the ceiling.
“Now you get to learn what I’m good at. Let’s see how quick I can make you come all over my fingers.
How long you think it’ll take?” I suck on her pulse point at the same time I thrust my fingers into her wet heat, barely holding back a possessive growl.
I own this pussy. It’s mine now. “Come on, sunshine. Show me how you like it.”
She mewls, attempting to straighten her head, but I don’t let her. At least not until I’ve sucked a red mark into her skin, claiming her as mine. Then I let go of her hair, and she immediately yanks me to her, kissing me. It’s sloppy, all tongue, and I fucking love it.
I continue to pump my fingers in and out of her, swallowing her moans. She’s so wet, so responsive, swiveling her hips, panting out her breaths, fingernails sinking into my skin.
When I feel her start to coil with tension, knees becoming looser, I wrap my arm around her waist to keep her up and double down on my efforts, rubbing my thumb against her clit.
She bucks in my hold, brushing against my stiff cock, and I feel like a fourteen-year-old kid again, ready to come in my pants.
I know I’ll have a wet spot on my Hanes, but I’ll deal with that later. For now, this is all Eloise.
My good and perfect Eloise.
“That’s it,” I praise against her lips since she’s incapable of kissing me anymore, too tied up in her pleasure to focus. Makes pride swell in my chest, that I can make her like this.
I can make her forget about anything else but us. I doubt she’d even know her name right now.
“Let go for me.”
And she does. She comes apart in my arms, her body shaking as she rides out her orgasm on my hand. I slow my movements, easing her down, then slip my fingers out of her. When I bring my fingers to my mouth, sucking her tangy taste off them, her eyes widen, her cheeks flushing pink.
She doesn’t drop her gaze, but she does shift her weight and clear her throat. “You are pretty good at that.”
I let my hand settle at my side. “And you told me a bunch of things you’re good at, a bunch of things that prove your mother is full of shit. Next time you need a reminder of your confidence, you let me know.”
Her eyes shine with gratitude, and she throws her arms around my neck, stilling when she feels my cock against her stomach. “You…want me to…?”
I shake my head, placing one last kiss on her neck. “Not tonight. Let’s get you cleaned up and into something comfy. We’ll watch a movie or something.”
She jerks back. “Really?”
I don’t know what’s so confusing about that and arch my brow. “Yeah.”
“You don’t want to…?”
I’m not sure what the end of that question is… Get down on my knees and eat her out? Rip her panties off her and fuck her into next week? Take off my shirt and tattoo the divots her fingernails made into my skin?
I want to do it all, but not after what happened with her mom. Not when I know she has to be up early tomorrow for this wedding. And especially not when I don’t have the time I want to explore every inch of her delicious body and act out every depraved fantasy I’ve had about her.
So… “I do, Eloise, I really fucking want to, but not now. Let me take care of you in other ways tonight.”
Her answering smile is slow-growing and a little shy. It burrows under my skin, knocks my heart right out. Stomps that organ into submission until she takes the whole damn thing in her hands. Steals it out of my chest.
But that’s okay. My heart is hers now. To do with what she will.
She offers me her hand, laces our fingers together, brings it up to her mouth, and kisses the back of mine like I’m the special one. Like I am the one she is grateful for. “Thanks, Roman.”
I don’t deserve her appreciation, but I take it anyway. Tuck it away for when this will all inevitably end and I won’t be able to make her smile anymore. Because even with that knowledge, I still want her. I still want to take advantage of this time when I can pretend that won’t happen.
“Anytime, sunshine. Anytime.”