Chapter 17 #2
I dive down, spreading her thighs with my hands, able to use both since she’s so good, so perfect, holding herself open for me.
I kiss her clit, tease it with quick licks before dragging the flat of my tongue up her slit, tasting her essence straight from the source, and there has never been a better way to drink her sweetness down.
She quickly loses control, writhing and wriggling all over, including her hands, so I bat them out of the way.
She fists the sheets, and I take over, working two fingers inside her pussy.
I stroke her slowly, gently, curling my knuckles until I find that spot that makes her cry out, and I don’t let up.
I suck on her clit, flicking it with my tongue, listening to how her sounds change and build, letting me know what she likes and needs to get her there.
And when she does eventually come, her body convulsing, I am rewarded with an echoing cry through the room.
But I still don’t stop. I keep going, my fingers pumping in and out of her, using three instead of two.
I stretch her open, swiftly taking her to the edge again with my mouth.
I won’t stop—can’t stop—until she’s dripping.
She needs this, needs to be soft and pliant to be able to take me, but she’s fighting me reflexively.
Shaking her head back and forth, mumbling my name over and over, thighs squeezing.
She’s trembling so badly, scooting up the mattress so far that I need to clamp my arm around her, holding her down, and my cock grows even harder.
Having to restrain her even this little bit is hot.
Her unconscious and wild lack of inhibition is a thing of beauty.
Makes me work harder because I want more of it.
I want all of her.
Frantic and irresistible.
Unruly and absolutely flawless.
That’s what she is when she comes again, body shaking and voice breaking like she can’t take it anymore.
I kneel between her legs, slipping my fingers out of her.
They’re drenched in her arousal, and I pet her thighs, bringing her back to me as I lick my digits clean.
She blinks up at me, long eyelashes fluttering, her makeup still on, and the sudden image of it smearing intrudes on my thoughts.
So, I don’t argue when Eloise draws herself up and says, “I want to taste you.”
I flip us, landing on my back with her straddling me as she bites into her lower lip, containing her growing smile. “Go ahead,” I urge. “Put your mouth on me.”
She is all too happy to oblige and leans down, her tongue tracing the lines of the tattoos on my chest to my pierced nipples.
She flicks each of the barbells with her tongue, her teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
I hiss, my hips involuntarily rising, and I comb my fingers into her hair, pulling out the pins keeping it up.
The honey locks drape over my hands, and I clench them as she moves lower, licking over the indents of my abs, her hands exploring the ladder of my ribs.
She places kisses on my hip bones but stops to hover over my straining cock.
She tilts her head, the whites of her eyes huge.
“I swear this is even bigger than ones I’ve seen in porn. ”
I grip the roots of her hair. “You watch a lot of porn?”
She grins, cheeks flushing. “I’m a casual observer. Ya know…”
This girl. She’s something else.
I let a laugh loose, my chest rumbling with the sound, and she gasps, darting up straight. “I did it!” She points at my face. “I made you laugh! I did it! I knew I could. You—”
I haul her to me, slamming her lips to mine, nipping and licking at her until she wiggles away from me, crawling backward to fist my cock.
Her manicured fingers don’t touch, but I love the picture it makes, her pale hand wrapped around my cock, red from the blood flowing to it.
She leans down, tongue flicking out to the head, swiping away the dot of moisture before following the vein.
Then she opens wide, taking me into her mouth, and I fix the pillow behind my head so I can watch her.
She hollows her cheeks, sucking, but she can’t take all of me, not even close, though the sight of her trying, her lips stretched wide around my cock, it’s enough to make me lose control.
I shut my eyes, muscles contracting as I concentrate on how good the wet heat feels instead of how badly I want to come down her throat, and when I finally have control of myself, I snap my eyes open to see her head bobbing in time with her hand, working her spit down my length.
I let her suck on me for another minute or two then pull her off and roll us so she’s on the bottom and her legs are open for me. “Stay relaxed,” I say, holding her thighs up in a wide V, her pussy on full display, my cock bobbing between us. “Stay just like that.”
I spit on her, rubbing it against her clit and down her slit before spitting into my hand to stroke my cock, using it as lubricant. She whines when I press the wide head against her entrance and push in. She’s tight, so fucking tight, and I blow out a breath as I slide in an inch.
Eloise whimpers, and I take hold of her chin, our gazes locking. “You okay?”
“It’s never going to fit,” she whispers.
“We’ll make it fit,” I promise, my voice a low growl. I spit on my fingers again and circle her clit. She responds with a long sigh, and I slip out of her, only to slide right back in, one inch and then another, going deeper each time.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Taking it like a fucking champ.”
She breathes a laugh that turns into a moan. “It feels… I feel so full. Are you all the way in?”
“Not even close, sunshine.”
“Oh, fuck me,” she groans, throwing her hands over her eyes.
“Yeah. That’s the idea.”
“Don’t joke,” she whines. “You’re going to impale me.”
“Not quite,” I grunt then stop once she has a few inches of me. I curl my hands around her calves. “How’s that? You still with me?”
She nods. “Make me come, Roman.”
What my woman wants, my woman gets.
Careful to stay at this depth, I thrust in and out of her, mesmerized by the way her tits bounce and jiggle, how her skin turns a pretty pink to match her nipples. Even her belly goes splotchy.
Her inner walls twitch, grasping for me, and I grind my teeth, keeping my own orgasm at bay as she falls off the edge, shouting yes and please and Roman, please, please, please over and over again.
That’s when I lose control. Of their own accord, my hips move faster, my cock driving in and out of her. She feels so good, so fucking good, her tight little pussy taking me, her moans filling the room.
I can’t hold back, can’t slow down. I fuck her hard, my body slamming into hers, filling her completely. She screams, convulsing, another orgasm ripping through her, and I follow, my cock pulsing with my release.
I collapse on top of her, our bodies slick with sweat, breaths coming in uneven pants, but when I try to roll off her, Eloise wraps her arms around me, keeping me in place. “Don’t,” she says against my temple. “Not yet.”
Exhaling a ragged breath, I give in and lie on top of her, my heart beating against my rib cage. An echo of hers. I place a kiss on her throat and collarbone, waiting until both of us relax, and then I turn, wrapping my arms around her, in no hurry to extract myself from her.
She lays her head down, humming contentedly, and without permission, my eyes close, my mind shuts down. The last conscious thought I have before I fall asleep is that this weekend wasn’t long enough.
I’m not ready to give her up yet.
To stop pretending.