Chapter 23 #2
It was like heaven on his tongue. Tasting her wetness was like an aphrodisiac that only she possessed, and only he got the privilege of indulging in.
That alone was an ego boost, and Elias vaguely wondered if she’d allow him to taste her every time they saw one another.
If she’d sate the hunger he’d been keeping under the surface since their first time together, each time they were in each other’s presence.
He wasted no time taking her clit between his lips, and the moan he got in response spurred him on.
Eri’s pupils dilated as she watched him, and he had to practice patience to keep from freeing his dick and getting to the main course.
It was an ego boost knowing he was the one causing such desire in her, the reason for the pleasurable reaction.
She began to move against him after a couple of minutes. A slow undulation of her hips. Elias released her clit, flattened his tongue against it, and allowed her to chase what she wanted. To use his tongue to bring her release. He wanted her to cum from his tongue and then taste every drop.
“Baby, please,” she whined, and Elias raised a brow at her. She was in control of what she wanted. He wasn’t stopping her. All she had to do was take it. He flicked his tongue once in response, and that seemed to be enough for her to understand he wasn’t going to stop her.
Eri’s moans echoed around the room as the movement of her hips became disjointed, and Elias knew she was about to cum.
“Fuck, Elias. I’m cumming!” she announced, her hips jerking unrhythmically.
When her movements slowed to a stop, he gripped her hips, held her against his tongue, and gave her several slow licks, causing her stomach to dip with each pass over her clit.
He moved lower, slipping his tongue inside her and tasting every drop she’d released.
Drinking it up like it was the only thing that could quench his thirst.
Eri began to squirm against him, but he held her in place until he got every drop. He was far from a wasteful man, and he would not let a single drop of that sweet nectar escape his tongue.
When he released her, Eri’s legs dropped from his shoulder as he stood, wiping his hand over the lower half of his face.
He removed his wallet, taking out a condom and tossing it on the bed before he undressed.
Eri’s eyes were on him the entire time. He rolled the condom down his dick, and Eri watched with rapt interest.
He joined her in bed, settling between her legs. Elias kissed her as he ran the head of his dick along her pussy, swallowing down the moans it caused to drift from her lips.
“Same rule,” she spoke against his lips, and Elias refrained from chuckling.
“Not even on your birthday?” he teased.
“I need to be able to walk tomorrow. Unless you plan on carrying…huh!”
She cut off with a gasp as Elias began to slowly push in. “Fair point, baby.” He nipped her lower lip. “But I don’t think limping would be too bad,” he finished as he bottomed out.
“You wouldn’t,” she countered, her pussy tightening around him, and Elias buried his face in her neck.
He pulled almost all the way out before pushing back in slowly, and he placed kisses along her neck to her jawline. He didn’t have all night, but he would still take his time.
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Eri’s fingers dug into Elias’ skin as he gave her deep strokes. Each one pushing a moan past her lips. She would swear she could feel every inch of him, and each time he bottomed out, she would have been positive that he was in her stomach, if that were possible.
She knew that well-endowed men existed, but Eri could honestly say she hadn’t been with one until Elias. In all honesty, she thought they were a rarity. Something akin to an urban legend, but here she was, with her very own living, breathing unicorn.
He bit her neck as he gave her a harder thrust, and she gasped from both sensations. Elias had only been fucking her for a few minutes, and already she felt overwhelmed. What was it with this man and making her feel suffocated in the best way?
“Baby,” she moaned softly.
He pulled his face from her neck to look at her. “Tell me what you want, Amate.”
So much. Eri wanted so much that she didn’t know where to start with her request, how to voice that she wanted him to give her more than what she thought she could handle.
How she wanted to lose herself in pleasure.
The way she wanted him to let go, not to hold back because he thought it might set her off.
The words ran together in her mind. Jumbled in a cacophony that she couldn’t pluck a tangible thought from.
Instead of answering him verbally, she took Elias’ face in her hands, kissed him, and brushed her thumbs under his ears.
He moaned against her lips as he pulled out, jutted his hips, and thrust in harder than he had the previous times.
Eri knew the area was sensitive. She remembered the way he’d reacted the first time she'd stumbled upon it, and was not opposed to using it to get what she wanted, since words seemed to escape her. She did it again, eliciting the same reaction.
“Please,” she begged against his lips, words soft, lilted like a quiet whine, and damn did she hope he knew what she wanted, what she was pleading for. Eri caught his bottom lip between her teeth for emphasis.
Elias sat up between her legs, draping one over his forearm. Both hands went to her waist, his dick making a slow retreat before pulling her to meet his inward thrust. Their skin resounded through the room, followed closely by Eri.
“Fuck!” she exclaimed. She didn’t care what science said, or the impossibility of it, because she felt every inch of that thrust in her stomach, as if he’d been trying to burst through it into her chest.
“Is that what you wanted, Amate?” When Eri didn’t respond immediately, he gave her another punishing thrust. “Answer me, baby.”
“Yes, please, just like that.”
It was as if she’d said the magic words because he began giving her steady thrusts. Just as deep as he had been before, with more weight behind them. It felt like he was knocking the air out of her lungs with each thrust. The perfect combination of pleasure and pain. It was exactly what she needed.
He could give her slow and steady another time. However, on their first time together after she’d told him what happened, she didn’t want him to treat her as if she were fragile, as if he were afraid of breaking her. Eri wanted him to fuck her the way he would if it’d never happened.
Elias brushed against that sweet spot with each entry, and Eri knew it wouldn’t be long before he had her cumming again.
She could feel the heat coiling in her stomach, the distinct rise of pleasure swirling and rushing to her pussy.
It was right there, right at the precipice. She only needed a little more to…
“Sii una brava ragazza e vieni per me, Amate.”
That fucking did it. “Fuck,” Eri breathed as she came, like her voice had been stolen from her. She had no idea what he’d said, but it had pushed her over the edge, causing her to gush like a damn waterfall.
Eri pulled him down into a kiss, and her tongue immediately took residence in his mouth.
She kissed him like she was trying to steal the air from his lungs, fill hers with it in order to breathe.
At this point, she wasn’t sure it was such a far-fetched idea.
Her legs shook, walls still spasming as she came down from her release, and he kissed her through it.
Seamlessly taking control of the kiss she’d initiated.
When he pulled away from the kiss, he slipped an arm under her back and flipped them over. Eri placed her hands on his chest as she looked down at him. His dick was still buried deep inside of her.
“Ride me,” he commanded.
She tilted her head and pouted at him. “Why do I have to work on my birthday?” she teased. Hell, he’d done most of the work on his birthday, but Eri didn’t mind riding him. She only wanted to give him a hard time about it.
Elias smirked at her. His hands gripped her ass as he lifted her off his dick. When he pulled her down, he thrust up, meeting her halfway, and Eri was grateful for her hands on his chest, or she would have been sent careening forward.
After two more similar thrusts, which she felt were him trying to cause the head of his dick to come out of her mouth, she removed his hands from her ass and intertwined their fingers.
Eri began to ride him, coming halfway down his dick each time.
He allowed her to get away with it for a couple of minutes before he released one of her hands and smacked her on the ass.
“When I said ride me, Amate, I meant take every fucking inch.”
To prove his point, he thrust up, this time, with one of her hands trapped in his, and the other not moving fast enough to catch herself, she was sent forward. Her chest pressed against his as she buried her face in his neck.
His free arm wrapped around her waist, holding her there in a grip she knew she wasn’t getting out of until he was ready to let her go, and he began fucking into her.
Every jut of his hips, a slap against skin.
His thrusts were deep, impactful, but he was fucking her faster than he had been all night, and all Eri could think was a repetition of yes as she took what he gave her.
Her clit brushed against his pelvis, adding delicious friction and stimulation as his dick tortured her G-spot. Eri had never been one to cum quickly. Let alone in succession. But she was finding out things she hadn’t known about herself.
“I feel you squeezing around me. Are you going to cum again for me so soon, baby?” he teased. And at any other time, Eri would have had something slick to say back, but what could she say when that was exactly what she was about to do?
Instead, she bit his neck. Too harsh to be a love nip, but not so hard that she would break skin, and all he did was chuckle, doubling his efforts unnecessarily because four more thrusts had her toppling over the edge as she removed her teeth from his neck and moaned.
He didn’t give a second of reprieve as he flipped them over, her back hitting the mattress, and he continued to fuck her in that same rhythm. The cadence of his hips was constant while he fucked her through her release.
When she came down from her orgasm, she released a soft whine because it was clear he had no intention of giving her a minute.
She had never cum this many times before sleeping with him, which meant she wasn’t aware of how quickly she could become sensitive.
Eri was stuck between wanting him to give her a minute and seeing exactly how much she could take. It was as if he read her mind.
“It’s what you wanted. What you asked me for, right?
You can take it. Can’t you, Amate?” When all she could do was release another little noise, a fusion of a whimper and mewl, he smirked at her.
“You normally have so much mouth. Always quick to say some slick shit, but now that I’m balls deep, you want to be silent,” he stated, rolling his hips as he thrust into her.
Eri released a lurid moan, her nails digging into his back.
“Nah. Talk your shit, baby.” He leaned down and whispered in her ear. “Or am I fucking the words out of you?”
Yes! Eri mentally screamed. That was exactly what he was doing, and from the look in his eyes when they met hers again, that predatory gleam in them, he knew it too.
She’d told him she needed to be able to walk tomorrow, but then set him loose to have her unable to.
Eri wouldn’t be surprised if she ended up missing class in the morning.