Chapter 54
CHAPTER
FIFTY-FOUR
ELODIE
Coast rips his mouth from mine. He doesn’t gently break the kiss. Then he takes half a step backward, his chest rising and falling as he does. His gaze wildly searches mine, then, without another word, he spins me around.
I moan again. It moves up my throat and comes out with little effort. His fingers gently dance down my spine, gliding down my wet skin, then between the crack of my ass, and my body moves without me even trying, pushing my ass out. He chuckles as his fingers swirl my back entrance.
“Coast,” I gasp.
It’s a gasp of surprise, not of disapproval.
I close my eyes, and my head falls back, my hair skimming the top of my ass.
His fingers glide back up my ass, tugging on the ends of my dark hair before they return.
He returns his fingers to my entrance, circling the sensitive area.
I push back against his finger, my pussy clenching, my body aching with need.
“You like that, baby?” he asks, his lips at the shell of my ear.
He breathes against me, sending chills of desire down my spine.
I don’t say anything. Instead, I push back against him again.
He hums, not adding anything else. Except his finger presses against my back entrance.
He doesn’t push it farther inside, just presses against it, the pressure building inside me.
“Coast,” I exhale.
His lips touch my shoulder, then his teeth nip the skin there as the water glides down the crack of my ass.
“You do,” he murmurs.
Pinching my eyes closed, I bite the inside of my cheek, wondering if all of these emotions, if all these feelings building, are going to explode inside my body. Because right now, it feels like they’re going to.
And then what will happen? I’ll be a gigantic ball of mushy feelings and nothing else. How embarrassing would that be? Maybe not as embarrassing as me begging him to play with my asshole; I’m not even sure, and I don’t think that I care, either.
“Touch your clit, Haze. Work yourself up for me, but don’t make yourself come.”
I whimper. Shifting my hand between my legs, I do exactly as he demands. Swirling my fingers against my clit, I work myself there. Though I don’t move hard and fast. I begin slowly.
My fingertips are barely a whisper as I draw circles there, just enough to feel it, but not enough to make myself come or take away from what he’s doing to me.
His head shifts, his lips touching my shoulder, then I feel his lips touch the spot where my neck and shoulder meet before he lifts his head slightly and touches his mouth just below my earlobe.
Before I realize what’s happening, his finger pushes past my entrance, dipping inside me back there. My lips part as my head falls backward, making his lift slightly. Turning my head to the side, I touch my lips to his jawline, feeling the scruff of his beard against my lips.
“So fucking good, Haze. Every part of you feels so damn good. I want you to come with my finger in your ass. I want to feel your tight hole pulse and squeeze me. You like it, baby. You’re so damn good.”
Those words almost send me over the edge. I begin to move my fingers faster against my clit, applying a bit more pressure than I was just moments ago. I bring myself higher and higher with each stroke of my fingers as I push back against his digit.
He fucks my ass with his finger, something that I never in a million years imagined would feel good, but, my god, it feels out of this world—amazing. He moves his finger in and out of me, working me at the same time I work my clit.
My breathing comes out in heavy pants. I’m climbing closer and closer. This is going to be big. It might be huge, even. Pushing my hips back, I move with him. It’s almost too much, yet not enough, all at the same time.
And then it happens.
I rub my clit hard and fast and bring myself to the edge, and then I finally fall over, and the orgasm consumes me. All of me. My hips move of their own volition. I couldn’t control myself even if I wanted to.
My legs tremble, and my knees almost give out. Coast wraps his arm around my waist, steadying me, and then his hand leaves my ass before he tilts my hips, and then he’s inside me.
I can’t hold myself up. Pressing my cheek to the warm tile, I close my eyes as he fucks me.
He moves inside me, and anything and everything I was worried about just vanishes, because all I can think about is the way he makes me feel—beautiful, desired, and sexy.
I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this in my entire life.