26. Scarlet #3
“I swear to god, if you don’t put your mouth on my pussy, I might actually explode.”
“Well, we wouldn’t want that, would we?” He reaches up with his right hand and palms my thigh, squeezing lightly while skimming his nose along stomach.
“Ellis.” His name is a plea for more. I shift my thighs together, wondering why he’s taking so long. Does he not want me the same way I do him? I’m desperate for more, nearly shaking in anticipation of what comes next.
“What’s wrong?” His tone is soft as he looks up at me, lightly trailing his fingers down my knee. His touch is incendiary, lighting me up from the inside out.
“What’s wrong?” I splutter, absolutely at the end of my rope with the scenic route he’s taking. “I want to fucking ride your face, to watch my juices drip down your chin, and then I want to ride your cock. But you don’t seem—”
“If you’re about to say I don’t seem into you, I’m gonna need you to shut your mouth.
Because I’m so fucking into you.” He nips my hip bone.
“But I want to take my time.” He drags his lips to the top of my mound, pressing an open-mouthed kiss there before moving to my other hip. “To savor every drop.”
“Savor me later.”
He flicks his tongue against my clit, as I yet again tug him closer. If I’m not careful, his scalp will be sore tomorrow, but I can’t find it in me to care right now.
“More,” I demand, bringing my other hand to his head as well, guiding him exactly where I want him.
Finally on the same page, he tightens his grip on my knee. “Bend your leg, Princess.”
I do, and he guides my foot to the side of the tub, opening me up to him fully. He groans and then licks me in earnest, from bottom to top, and I swear to god, I see stars.
“Taste so fucking good.” He keeps licking me, moving toward my clit, only to move away at the last second. I feel like a rocket about to explode. Like I’m on the precipice of something life-altering—close but still just out of reach. It’s maddening.
“Please,” I beg, unable to stand another second of this torment. “Please, Ellis. Please.” I’m borderline sobbing at this point, but I don’t care. I’ll do anything to get his mouth where I need it most.
“Only because you said please.” He latches onto my clit, sucking in hard, deep pulses. It’s fucking euphoric, but I need more.
“Touch me.” I rock my hip against his face, pressing harder into him. “Finger fuck me while I ride your face.”
Except instead of sliding his thick finger inside of me, he pulls away. I cry out, reaching for him, but he’s too quick. “What are you—”
He bands his arms around me and plucks me out of the tub as if I weigh nothing at all and grabs a towel, wrapping it around me.
“You’re gonna fall and bust your head open if we don’t move this to the bed, and I’d really rather end the night with you riding my dick instead of in the back of an ambulance. ”
“Okay, that’s valid.” I stroke my fingers along his jaw. “Take me to bed, Ellis.”
“With fucking pleasure.” He scoops me up into his arms bridal style and carries me into the bedroom, dropping me unceremoniously onto the center of his bed. “Spread your legs, Princess.”
I scoot back and prop myself up against the pillows. The towel falls open as I bend my knees and spread my legs wide.
“So pretty and pink and wet… just for me.”
“Less talking, more fucking, Sunshine.” I run my tongue over my lower lip as I push my breasts together.
“Patience.” He smirks as he tugs his shirt over his head.
He flicks the button on his jeans as I tug on my nipple with one hand and snake the other down my body to rub my pulsing clit.
“Fuck.” He shucks off his pants and boxers in one fell swoop and then crawls up the bed, settling himself between my legs. “You ready?”
“I’ve been fucking ready. Now, be a good boy and eat me out.”
“Yes fucking ma’am.” He dives back between my legs, and this time he’s not holding back. He slides two fingers inside of me as he sucks on my clit with the perfect amount of pressure.
I buck against his face as he works me into a frenzy. “Oh, fuck. I’m about to—” I don’t even get to finish my sentence as I explode.
Wave after wave of euphoria crashes against me as I ride out my orgasm. And, Ellis, god bless him, keeps licking and sucking and rubbing me until my muscles finally uncoil and I fall limp against the mattress.
“Fuck, Scarlet,” he groans, pressing small kisses to my thighs. “That was…”
I spring up, almost clipping his chin with my head. “Not over yet.”
“What?” He scrambles back, but I’m on him before he can get far.
“On your back, Sunshine.” He narrows his eyes but rolls to his back.
“Now what?” he asks, tucking his hands behind his head, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
I drag my eyes over every exposed inch of him, committing the sight to my memory.
He’s like a fucking statue, carved from marble with his smoldering stare, strong jaw, and defined abs.
And don’t even get me started on the way his cock—long, thick, and hard—juts into the air, all but begging for my mouth.
“Now…” My lips curl in a filthy grin. “It’s my turn.”