Bridget
Elias stands at the edge of the bed, looking at me with a feral look in his eyes. He places his hands on his hips and pushes at the waistband of his sweats, letting them drop to his ankles.
The black boxers he wears leave little to the imagination, and I feel my face growing warm at the sight of him.
My mind can’t comprehend how a man like this could want a woman like me.
Elias places a hand on each of my kneecaps, gently spreading my legs as he lowers himself.
His gaze zeros in on the apex of my thighs and there’s only one word that fits the way he’s looking at me—ravenous.
A guttural moan fills the room as he lowers himself in between my thighs.
“I’m going to eat this pretty little pussy.” His dark eyes meet my own. “And you’re going to tell me just how you like it.”
I nod, unable to form a sentence and the last of my brain cells die when his mouth covers me.
He sucks on me gently, and I feel my soul begin to leave my body.
I whimper when he pulls back and the cool air of the room hits my core, but that doesn’t last long because his tongue laps me up in one swift moment.
“Elias,” I whisper as my hands reach down and thread themselves into his hair.
He pulls back slightly and I can see how hard he’s trying to hold back. “How do you like it?” I buck my hips in response, but he pins me down immediately. “Words, Bids, I need words.”
“Your tongue,” I breathe out. “I need it on my clit.”
He obeys, doing exactly what I say. “How?”
“Gently.”
He flattens his tongue over me and gently licks upward and the softness of his touch has my eyes rolling back into my head. “More?”
“More.”
Elias repeats the action, and I moan blissfully, my hips starting to rotate on their own accord. He grabs both of my thighs and pushes his face further into me as he suckles on my clit, pulling the sensitive bud into his mouth.
“Fuck,” he breathes out. “You taste so fucking good.”
The exploration of his tongue has me gripping his hair hard enough that I’m worried I might pull it out. A gentle kiss is placed on my clit, and I watch as he lifts his hand up to my mouth and taps my lips with two fingers.
“Suck on them,” he says, and I part my lips for him, taking his thick fingers into my mouth. “Get them nice and wet for me, baby.”
Baby.
I whimper at his words and swirl my tongue around his fingers and they leave my mouth with a loud pop. They tease at my entrance and one slides in slowly followed by another.
Elias keeps his eyes trained on my face as he thrusts his fingers in and out of me in a torturously slow pace.
“Tell me how it feels, baby.”
“Good,” I whimper, gasping when he curls fingers inside me, hitting the spot that no man I’ve ever been with could ever find.
Elias smirks and gently presses against it before he pulls his fingers out before sliding them back in. His beard scratches against the inside of my thighs and the sensation has goose bumps spreading across my skin like a wildfire.
“Tell me what you want,” he says against the inside of my thigh as he places a kiss there.
“You,” I whisper. “I want you inside of me.”
He doesn’t need to be told twice, because after one last thrust of his fingers he pulls them out of me and brings them up to my mouth. “I want you to know how good you taste.”
My arousal coats my lips as he wipes his fingers over my mouth before pushing them in. I’ve never did anything like this, and the thought of tasting myself before seemed unheard of, but as I take Elias’s fingers into my mouth and suck, I find myself getting hotter by the minute.
He replaces his fingers with his mouth as he strokes his tongue against mine lazily. Pulling away, I push his boxers down his legs and the sight of him is sinful. Elias reaches into his bedside table and pulls out a condom, tossing it onto my stomach.
I sit on the edge of the bed and look up at him under my lashes and then cast a gaze down. He’s thick and my mouth waters at the sight of the pre-cum that glistens on the head of his cock. “I want you in my mouth.”
He grinds his teeth and quickly shakes his head. “Baby, I’d love nothing more than to throat fuck you but if I don’t get inside that tight little cunt, I’m going to explode.”
I waste no time in rolling the condom down his thick length and once it’s on all the way, he reaches down and lifts me further up the bed. He props himself up on his elbows and looks down at me with dark eyes, his lips finding mine as he lines himself up with me.
With a gentle roll, he slowly pushes himself inside, and I whimper as he stretches me out. I feel his body tremble above mine, and when he’s nearly all in, he rolls back out on a slow groan before slamming back into me, burying himself in me completely.
“Fuck,” he says through a strained laugh, his eyes clenching shut. “I’ve gotta be honest, I don’t think this is going to last very long.”
I reach up and cup his cheeks between my hands and bring his face down until his forehead rests against my own. He pulls back slowly and then rolls his hips into me again with a tight groan.
“You feel so fucking good, Bridget.”
My mouth pops open as he pulls back again and pushes back in with more force. “How good?”
He nods as his hand comes up and circles around my neck. “You feel fucking incredible.”
I whimper at his words, rolling my forehead against his.
“You feel like mine,” he says on a hard thrust, and I can’t help but moan louder.
Elias picks up his pace and begins pounding into me with such ferocity that every moan and whimper gets lodged in the back of my throat.
His gaze bores into mine as he claims me in all ways possible, tightening his grip on my throat and I watch as he slowly begins to unravel.
His brows pull together as he looks down at where we join and a sound of disbelief flows through him.
“Look at you,” he grunts. “So fucking sweet for me.”
Taking his hand from my throat, he reaches down and rubs at me softly as he bucks his hips wildly. My back arches as his fingers tease my clit and I gasp.
“That’s it, baby. Fuck.” He presses a kiss to my lips. “You look so beautiful all spread out for me.”
I can tell he’s getting close from the way his brows draw together and I relish in the way he looks down at me like I’m the only thing grounding him.
“You close?” he asks breathlessly, his face taut.
I shake my head. “It doesn’t matter.”
He slows his pace and frowns. “Of course it matters.” I go to speak, but he cuts me off. “I want you to enjoy this just as much as I am.”
I urge him to keep going as I lock my legs around his hips and pull him into me. “Elias, you have no idea how much I’m enjoying this. Please, don’t stop.”
Elias groans, his eyes rolling as he picks up his speed again. His thrusts become sloppy and sporadic.
“Come for me, Elias,” I whisper in his ear, and those four little words are his demise.
His pushes in with one last rough thrust as he chases his release. Elias moans my name quietly as he buries his face in the crook of my neck and his heavy body falls on top of mine.
We lie there for a few minutes, the only sound between is our heavy breathing as we cool down. He wraps his arms around me and rolls us on to our side and pulls out of me slowly. I press a gentle kiss against his shoulder and curl into him.
“Can I ask you a question?” Elias asks, his fingers drawing circles on my lower back, and I know where this conversation is going.
“Of course.”
He pulls me on top of him until my arms fold over his chest and I’m looking up at him. “Do you usually have a hard time coming?” I shrug, suddenly feeling shy. “Don’t be embarrassed, I just want to know if it’s me so I can do better next time.”
I shake my head and lean forward to place a kiss on the tip of his nose.
“I’ve never come from penetrative sex. I think it’s because I’ve never felt completely comfortable with the men I’ve had sex with, and I think my brain creates this mental block that stops me from getting there.
I felt really comfortable with you but it might take a little while for me to fully open up to you in that way. ”
Elias shoots me a sleepy smirk as he places a chaste kiss against my lips. “Luckily, I’m a patient man.” He yawns. “I’m going to get rid of this condom, but when I get back, we can cuddle and sleep.”
I smile up at him and nod. As I watch him climb out of bed and head into his bathroom, I feel a warmth spread across my chest and into dangerous territory. The warmth courses through my body as he comes back into the room and falls into bed next to me.
When he pulls me against him and throws his leg over mine, I know it then.
I know I’m well and truly fucked.