Chapter Twenty-Four
Seraphine
The breeze is cold against my bare skin, causing goosebumps. Elliot’s large hands warm my skin as he drags them up and down my legs. My pants were tossed to the side, and the only thing keeping him from tasting me is my thin cotton panties.
His mouth is on my stomach, kissing across from hip bone to hip bone, my body writhing from the intense feeling of his mouth against my skin. I don’t think anyone has ever kissed me there before. Without warning, he presses his nose to my center and inhales deeply.
“Fuck, you smell so goddamn good.”
My cheeks flush. No one has ever smelled me before, but I guess if that’s what he likes, I’m fine with it. I’ve come to learn that Elliot isn’t a man who does something he doesn’t like, and that makes it easy to trust him.
I see him at work, and I see him out of work.
He’s always truthful and honest and is open about not agreeing with something or not liking it.
This makes it a million times easier to trust him when it comes to everything.
Not just work, but him as a person. I believe that what he says is the truth.
And if he says I smell good, I believe him.
“I need to taste you,” he growls next, tugging on my panties but not taking them off. He lifts his head to look at me. “Please, say yes.”
My chest gets tight as my stomach does a flip. The way he asks for permission with such desperation is so sexy.
“Yes,” I breathe out, not even able to think of anything else to say.
He looks upwards, muttering something under his breath before hooking his fingers into my panties and pulling them aside, not bothering to take them off.
“Perfect,” he says as he stares at me. “So perfect.”
My entire body heats over that. Though I don’t think he’s lying, it’s still awkward to have him staring at my most intimate parts.
I’ve had sex enough times, but no one has ever looked at me like that.
Even after dating Harrison for two years, I never felt comfortable naked in front of him.
We didn’t shower together, and when I dressed, I usually had my back to him.
It’s not that I hate my body, but he never made me feel like he enjoyed it more than what’s needed to get off.
I’m learning that I function better when I have praise, and someone lets me know they’re okay with what’s going on. I guess this is what I get for being made to think that everything I do is wrong. Elliot knew that about me before I did. He recognized it in me, saw it, and found a way around it.
With his hands pressed to my inner thighs, he spreads me wide open, the cool air skating across my center and causing me to clench.
“Do that again, sweetness. Let me see it.”
God, my face must be the color of a cherry right now, but I do as he asks. He groans deeply, then slides a thick finger over me before inserting it inside only about an inch.
“Again,” he rasps. I do it again, this time not feeling as nervous, and he looks up at me with lustful eyes. “Will you do that around my cock?”
I nod eagerly, liking the idea of him being inside me.
He kisses the inside of my thigh, then pulls his finger out and sucks it into his mouth.
“So sweet,” he moans. “I need more.”
Oh my God…
He tugs me to his mouth, then laps at me like an animal starved.
My back rises from the ground, my hands fisting the blankets beneath us.
His fingers bruise me as he pulls me closer to him, somehow going wild but still completely in control with how he’s licking me.
It all feels so good—I can’t even be sure what it is he’s doing.
Licking, sucking, kissing, maybe even nibbling on my clit.
It’s done in such a way you’d think he had a manual on how to get me to orgasm as fast as possible.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, slipping my fingers through his hair and pushing on his head. “Stop, please. Stop.”
He pulls his head back, looking at me with shock. His mouth is glistening, beard soaked.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, chest heaving.
“I’m going to—I don’t want to… you know. Too soon.”
He grins like a mad man.
“Seraphine, listen to what I’m about to say.”
I nod, trying to catch my breath.
“When you are with me, when you allow me access to your body like this, one orgasm will never be enough. Do you understand that?”
My eyes widen, my lungs seizing.
More than one orgasm?
“But I… I’ve never… I can’t—”
He huffs out a laugh. “Trust me, sweetness. Just trust me.”
“Okay,” I whisper, then lie back down, staring up at the fluffy clouds in the bright blue sky. I’ll never be able to look at them again without thinking of this. I don’t hate it.
“Can I please continue?” he asks.
“Yes,” I say, just as I spot a cloud in the shape of a heart.
It takes him seconds to bring me back up to orgasm, and I fall over the edge so quickly.
My eyes squeeze shut so tight I see spots, and my muscles tense.
He pulls away when my legs start to shake, which I appreciate.
There is no way he can make me come again.
I get so sensitive after an orgasm, it’s just not possible.
He lifts himself up to his knees, then crawls over me, leaning down to kiss my lips.
“We don’t have to do anything more, but I would love the opportunity to show you I meant what I said.”
My taste lingers on my lips from his kiss, and he presses his erection against me.
“I want more,” I say, grasping his shirt.
“I was hoping you’d say that.”
He gets to his feet, and I get a quick glance at his pants and the stain that’s now over his crotch from grinding against me after I came.
Leaning down, he picks me up and literally tosses me over his shoulder.
I squeal, and all I can think about is how my bare ass is up in the air for all to see.
Then I remember it’s just us on this boat and we’re in the middle of the bay.
And if someone passing by happens to see my ass, well, good for them.
Elliot leans down to gather the blankets in one hand, pulling them behind us.
Once we get below deck, he tosses them in the corner of the kitchen before going into the bedroom and dropping me onto the bed.
He tears his shirt over his head, tossing it away before working on his pants.
They’re quickly undone, his fingers tucked into the sides, prepared to shove them down when he freezes.
“Fuck,” he hisses.
“What’s wrong?” I ask, sitting up.
“I don’t have any condoms.”
My cheeks flush again and in a small voice, I say, “I do.”
He raises a brow at me, smirking. I shrug in response, then crawl off the bed and go to my purse that I left on the floor by the closet. I pull out the unopened box and hand it to him.
Elliot takes the box, then tugs me toward him, kissing me passionately.
A soft thump tells me he tossed the box onto the bed, then both hands are gripping my shirt and pulling it off.
Once that’s gone, he drops to his knees in front of me, kissing along my stomach again, until he moves down and latches onto my clit.
I jerk away, still sensitive, but he follows me. Shuffling on his knees to keep his mouth on me until I’m slamming against the wall and can’t move anymore.
He growls, pushing a forearm against my stomach to hold me in place. My fingers tangle in his hair, and I shamelessly ride his face—even though I just came harder than I ever have.
Sliding a finger inside me has me crying out, pulsing around him. And my God, I may actually come again!
“Come on, sweetness. You can do it. You can do it, baby. Give me another one,” he mutters against me between swipes of his tongue. He flicks his tongue against my clit in the perfect rhythm, and when his finger presses down on something inside me, I explode, seeing stars again.
The next thing I know, I’m thrown on the bed and Elliot is completely naked.
I get a second or two to look at his gorgeous body as he sheaths his cock with the condom.
I’ve already seen him naked, but there’s something so different about him standing over me like this and not lying on a table at my mercy.
I can’t tell which I like better.
He crawls onto the bed, a predatory look in his eye as he kneels before me, grasping his dick in his hand and squeezing.
“Are you sure about this?” he asks, sounding almost pained. Like he couldn’t bear for the answer to be no, but he’d accept it if he had to.
I’ve never been more sure about anything in my life. I’ve never wanted something as badly as I want this man right now. I don’t say either of those things though, because they sound way too desperate. Instead, I just nod.
He shuffles forward, then falls over me, resting his weight on one forearm placed by my head while using his other hand to slide his cockhead over my pussy.
“So fucking wet,” he whispers. “I love feeling you come on my tongue. And I’m going to love feeling you come on my cock even more, I bet.”
My God, who taught this man to be so dirty?
He presses against my hole, sliding in but stopping and pulling out.
Carefully, he eases his way into me, allowing my body to stretch to him.
I dig my nails into his back, raising my hips up to meet him, wanting him all the way in me.
And when he is, when his hips meet mine, he just sits there for a moment, catching his breath.
I never thought something inside me could feel this good.
His lips are on my neck, kissing gently up to my jaw until he finds my lips again. And then he’s moving. Slow and deep, rocking into me in a way that’s driving me insane.
“So fucking good,” he mutters, body trembling.
He’s still moving deep and slow, and something tells me he’s holding back.
This seems way too calm for how he’s been acting, and maybe it’s because he’s trying to hold back from coming, but maybe it’s because he’s trying to hold back from hurting me.
I want everything he has to give me. I want him to push my limits and show me what I’m capable of.
Because he seems to know more than I do in that department.
“Faster,” I whisper to him.
He makes a happy sound in the back of his throat and moves faster, the head of his cock brushing a spot inside me that feels so damn good.
“Harder,” I say next, wanting to make sure I feel this tomorrow. And the day after, and the day after that too. I want a reminder of what I’m capable of, that I can do anything. It’s my life to live, and if I want to fuck my ex-boyfriend’s dad, I will.
The sound he makes this time is nothing less than primal, and he does exactly what I say. The way I feel so in control with him, knowing he does anything I ask, is thrilling. Once again, Elliot Caldwell has me feeling on top of the world.
“You feel too good, sweetness. Too fucking good.” He hikes my thigh up higher, allowing himself to go deeper. “Do you feel me deep inside you?”
“Yes,” I breathe out.
“Feel my big cock filling you up?”
“Yes…”
“Tell me I’m bigger than him, Seraphine. Tell me my cock fills you up better than my son’s.”
Holy shit, is he serious?
“Tell me, Seraphine. I want to hear it.”
“You fill me up so much better, Elliot.”
“Then who?” he growls.
“Harrison!”
He fucks me harder then, fingers so tight on my skin I’ll have marks for days.
“I’m so close,” he pants. “But I need another orgasm from you, Seraphine. Can you give that to me? Please, can you give me another one?”
“I don’t know,” I admit, surprised at the emotion I feel coursing through my body.
He shifts his body up so he’s on his knees and grips both of my thighs.
“Play with your clit. Make yourself come on my cock. Please, I need to feel it.”
I’ve never touched myself in front of anyone, but the need in his voice has me doing it without question. Using my middle finger, same as I do when I’m alone, I gather up the wetness and circle my clit.
“That’s so sexy,” he praises, eyes downcast to watch me touch myself. “I want to see you do this in my office. I want you to sit on my desk, while I sit in my chair, working on my laptop. I want you to finger yourself and massage your clit for me while I work. Will you do that for me, sweetness?”
“Yes,” I cry out, my stomach fluttering.
I feel another orgasm there, but I’m not quite sure I’ll be able to reach it.
But then Elliot slows down just a little, and somehow that does it for me.
And I’m spiraling into an orgasm that leaves me boneless.
I open my eyes in time to catch Elliot’s face screw into pleasure.
“Thank you,” he says through gritted teeth, before stilling inside me as deep as he can go, his cock pumping out his release.
His head falls back on his shoulders, and he groans a deep sound.
Sweat drips down his chest, and I watch in amazement at how his abs contract, and the muscles in his neck pulse.
He is so beautiful, so sexy, so… perfect.
Leaning over me, he kisses my lips, then falls beside me, pulling me to his front. He kisses my shoulder before nuzzling his face into the back of my neck.
“He doesn’t deserve you,” he says sleepily into my hair.
That whole thing should be weird—him needing clarification that he’s bigger and feels better; that he’s talking about him at all, never mind during a time like this. But it isn’t weird. There isn’t a single thing about it that I find strange.
I pull his arm tighter around me and close my eyes. I think he’s right about Harrison.