Chapter 33 #2
Rubbing myself against her folds, her wetness tells me just how perfectly ready she is for me.
“Diora,” I whisper against her ravenous lips. “My Little Crane.”
“Hmm,” she rumbles, and the sound runs through her chest into mine. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, holding herself close. “My Handsome man.”
“I love you.” The words drop between us but I don’t feel an ounce of regret. Hesitation. This is nothing like our last time together in the car in the parking lot of The Morrígan Society building. This isn’t a goodbye.
I will spend every second of my life proving I’m worthy of her love she so openly gave me. For the rest of our lives and I can’t fucking wait.
“Do you even know what love is, handsome?” she asks, and while there’s a note of playfulness, I see the worry in her face, in the way her cheek drops and her brows come together.
I smile at my love. “Let me show you,” I say, moving my lips over her cheek, down her neck, to her collarbone.
The bathroom is hot ,her sweat mixes with the water and I lick her skin hoping to catch some of the saltiness of her sweat. My kisses trail down her neck, over her collarbones.Her perfect brown nipples calls to me. Her fingers scratch my scalp,as I go lower.
Her moans and the taste of her rewarding me as I work her up.
I get to her nipples with a smile on my face as I breathe on them, making her shiver.
Sucking one into my mouth as I squeeze the other.
Biting bit lightly as her hand grips the back of my head.
The ache in my balls is so deep, so desperate, I can’t simply taste her. I need to devour her.
She arches her back, her breast pressing more into my mouth and I take that as a sign to go harder. I swirl my tongue around her hard bud and knead her tight skin as her nails scrape my scale so fucking nicely.
“Fuck Elliot,” She moans.
Following the lines of water running down her body with my lips, tasting her skin on my tongue before getting to my favorite prize, I kneel before her.
“Let me show you for the rest of our lives, Little Crane.”
My chest– my heart– fucking aches at the thought of the unnerving amount of trust this woman has in me. The love she has for someone as broken as me. As fucking weak and still, she loves me. Elliot Jay.
Wrapping one of her legs over my shoulder, I watch her face flush with heat. She lays her head back on the shower title as I press my lips in a kiss against her sex.
“Handsome, please,” she moans as her hands find their rightful place in my hair. She loves running her hands through my hair and I fucking love when she does. Her touch does something to my soul, lights me up, encourages me, loves me. I crave her touch as much as I crave the rest of her.
I lightly drag my fingertips over her cunt, watching as the moan in her builds from her throat up to her lips.
I could watch her do this for hours. Just lightly running my fingers over her, tasting her, teasing her for hours on end.
I think she’d pull a knife on me and I contemplate it knowing I love her knife against me. Too bad we’re in the shower.
“Come on, Little Crane, let me hear you again.” I curl my finger in, getting her slicked up so my tongue can get a proper taste of her.
I watch as her stomach rises and falls at a steadily increasing rate, and the leg she’s standing on trembles.
Her walls squeeze my finger, needing more.
Bearing most of her weight on my shoulder, I heave her closer, letting her whimpers of pleasure fill the shower.
I finally taste her. Her sweat and natural scent bless my tongue and I groan. God damn she tastes amazing every fucking time. Especially this time. This time she tastes like my future. Our future.
She grabs my hairs and pushes my head up, my nose rubbing her clit and she moans.
“Yes, Elliot.” My tongue laps her up and settles on her clit as I enter another finger. She moans, rocking her hips against my face, as I work her with my tongue and my fingers.
“Elliot, harder,” her words are sharp as water drips down the right side of my face, getting in my eyes. I close them, thrusting my fingers in harder and my sucking on her clit with more force.and far too soon, she comes on my tongue. It’s not enough. I need more. I glance up at her hazy eyes.
I’m sure the Strays downstairs can hear us, her moans loud and fucking beautiful, but I find my focus completely on her. There is no other place I’d rather be. No other personI’d rather be completely devoted to, then her.
“One more.” Her bottom lip drops open in shock and as much as I want to capture that lip with my mouth, I’m a man on a mission. Grabbing her other leg, I hook it over my shoulder as I press her into the wall to secure my hold on her. Fully gripping her ass and grinding my face into her cunt.
In this position it’s much easier for my fingers to thrust in, her cruising as I add them in much more harshly than before. Rocking steadily I focus on the curl of my fingers in her, how she squeezes me and when to go faster.
I lavish her again, getting my fill with just my tongue as I try to reach as far as I fucking can inside her.
She attempts to rock into me, her heels digging into my back.
Her clit against my nose and my tongue inside her.
It’s hard to breathe. So fucking hard but I love it.
Chocking me out with her fucking pussy. My dick is impossibly hard and I can feel the rise of my own release as I chase hers.
Her legs shaking in my hold as her moans get louder. Her hands fight in my hair between pushing me away and pulling me closer.
“Faster, Handsome, fuck, slow–just right. Oh hell,” She instructs and I follow her lead, dragging as much pleasure as her body will let me.
She comes again, this time much more powerful and I get a proper taste not letting the water wash this one away.
I lap up as much as I can before the stream of water washes her cum away. Leaning back slightly, still holding her leg in one of my hands by letting go of the other, both her hands slide down my hair to cup the sides of my face, gently guiding me to gaze up at her.
My bird smiles down at me, and I love the look of her above me. I love when she stares down at me. There is so much– it’s not suffocating at all… It’s power. It’s grace and care, and I am so damn lucky to have a woman such as Diora Moss look at me like this.
“I love you, too, handsome.”
I love you.
Words I’ve never heard spoken to me until I met the woman on my shoulders. I wasn’t meant to hear them, not until I met my Little Crane.
These words were meant for her.
Those words were meant for me.
Her eyes melt into mine, and the need to be inside her surges me up to my feet, lacing her lips with mine as I line my cock up to her entrance.
I have to lift her shorter body to meet mine.
Pushing my hips forward slowly, I slide inside her to the hilt, feeling her squeeze me.
My brian runs on overdrive, completely emptying all sanity left.
Her sex is hot and tight as I pause, completely inside her.
Her body trembles as she bites my shoulder.
As much as I love her teeth on me I pull away slightly, needing to watch her perfect brown pussy swallow my dick.
I groan as she gasps. Her head firm against the tile as she looks up at the ceiling.
There are so many ways a person can commit to another. I hope Diora knows she’s committed to me in a way that surpasses anything else. No ring, certificate, obligation, restraining order, or ocean could keep me away from this woman. Not ever again.
She’s mine as much as I am hers. Forever.
“Elliot, Elliot, fuck,” She calls griping onto me like a snake and it’s pray.
I hook both her legs around me, the weight of her body in hands doing things to my brain, as I thrust into her, angling her closer to me. Her cunt grips me and I come close to being addicted to the feeling. The hot stream of the shower adds to the creeping insanity I feel about her.
“I belong to you, Little Crane,” I rasp against her ear. “My very being is yours to command. Use me.”
Her thighs spread wider as I fit between her, her heels digging into my ass as I drive into my Little Crane. She moans as her hands curl around my neck, digging into my skin.
“You’re wish is my command,” She mutters, dropping her legs from my waist and forces me to sit on the shower bench ledge.
Using my shoulders to balance herself, she rides me.
Leveraging her foot on the lip around the floor of the shower she gets her body to lift that much higher before sliding down again and god fucking damn.
It’s as if sliding into the place I’ve always meant to be.
All that shit between foster homes, and growing up in the Society all lead to meeting her. Finding a safe place to call home.
Fuck. She is everything.