Chapter 27 #3
“You wanted me to show you the world, to bring you a new age.” Will smiled devilishly, and Elodie clung to every word. “Do you trust me?”
She swallowed and licked her dry lips. “No.”
“But that is the only way this game works…”
“No. We know what we want, and we take it. Trust is an unnecessary luxury for the na?ve.”
Will raised an eyebrow.
Elodie shivered. “Will, what are you planning?”
“Lie back, but keep your legs open,” he said at last, taking pity on her, and she sank with relief onto the chaos of his desk.
He searched the inner pocket of his coat, which he had thrown over the back of his chair, and withdrew something he carried only out of habit.
He had not expected much use for it in Bloodgrove.
He unscrewed the cap of the engraved flask, the size of his palm, and poured a generous amount of oil into his hand.
“Will?”
“If you will not trust me, then at least trust my experience.” Smiling, he dripped a generous amount of oil over her rosette of tight muscle.
Elodie sat upright at once.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked coolly, studying the storm of emotions chasing across her pretty face.
“No. I don’t know. What are you doing?”
Will tilted his head. “How do you think men make love?”
Elodie’s lips parted with an answer already prepared, as always, but then she closed her mouth again. Her eyebrows drew together. “Are you going to love me that way now?”
He smiled gently. “No. The first time I take you, I want to take you the traditional way a man was made to take a woman.” He shuddered involuntarily at the words.
He began stroking her lips in slow, soothing circles.
“The first time?” Elodie caught the small slip.
“Today, I only want to give you pleasure.”
Elodie lowered herself onto her forearms as Will’s fingers drew tighter circles, brushing her bud and entrance.
“I thought you meant to punish me?”
Will only smiled, which alarmed Elodie, but then his finger moved lower, and she forgot to argue. He remained standing so he could watch every twitch of her expression and listen to her body, which would betray her more readily than her words.
Everything was slick with oil. There was no resistance except the tense muscle as Will pressed his finger against the opening. Slowly, listening to Elodie’s whimpers, he entered her. He whispered praise and stroked her vulva with his other hand while continuing to push.
“I understand the punishment,” she complained, but Will only smiled.
“You are doing so well. Almost there.” His finger slipped through the first ring. “Look at the way you take my finger. Gods, what a greedy girl you are.” Her body drew him in, hot and tight, gripping him as though it never meant to let go.
For one moment, Will had to stop, close his eyes, and breathe.
Damn it, he was close to losing his mind. If he had fantasized about taking her before, now the desire had become a furious scream inside him.
Then he noticed that Elodie’s breathing had changed. The quick, tense gasps gave way to deep breaths, each exhale ending in a soft moan. Her eyes glittered like stars, and her arousal was dripping from her.
Then she lifted her hips and began to move, taking what she so desperately needed.
And Will gave it to her.
With the thumb of his other hand, he massaged her swollen bud while repeatedly sinking his finger into her ass. He never withdrew completely, only pulled back to the tip, well oiled, so that it slipped inside again at once.
“Oh, Will!” She was capable of little more.
“You can take more,” he murmured, bending over her and licking the sweat from her throat as he pressed a second finger into her. Just as before, she instinctively bared her throat to him.
“It is so much,” she whimpered, yet took him greedily. “I want more. Oh, Will, I want more. I want you.”
What those words did to him.
He was so close to coming in his trousers, driven nearer with every breathless plea of I want you. But he did not give in, though everything inside him wanted to obey.
He lowered his head toward her center while two fingers worked inside her ass and his thumb pressed against her clitoris. She was so close. He knew it, felt it inside his own body as though her heart beat beside his.
The crescendo sharpened. Her hips bucked desperately against his fingers, chasing the edge.
Then he drove his tongue into her pussy—into her endlessly wet, lonely pussy.
And she came.
She came with a scream that echoed from the walls and stripped away the last of Will’s reason. She rode the waves of orgasm on his fingers while he gripped his erection through his trousers with his free hand and finally gave himself enough to come.
As she clenched around his tongue, he spilled into his trousers, sparing not a thought for the ruined fabric.
There was nothing in his mind but her heat, her sweet, desperate, breathless moans, her intoxicating taste, the tight opening gripping his fingers, and his own pleasure roaring like waves in a storm.
Panting, they slowly returned to themselves. One final, blissful whimper escaped her as he withdrew his fingers.
Footsteps in the corridor tore them from the haze.