Chapter 43
He played with my little nub while he teased and kissed my breasts.
“So beautiful,” I heard his hoarse whisper as he continued to please me.
At some point, I kicked my pants off my legs, and they landed on the ground with my panties. My mind was so clouded, that I felt like I was floating.
As the pressure continued to build, I panted out his name, gasping for breath.
He slipped a finger inside of me and I heard him groaning in satisfaction.
He continued to rub my nub with his thumb while he slipped his finger in and out of me. My core clenched around him as the pressure reached its peak and soon, I was falling apart on his hand. I yelled out his name as I dug my nails in the bedsheets.
He kissed down my body and positioned himself between my legs while he growled, “I need to taste you p>
Before I could react, he was devouring me, and I was panting once again. He moaned with delight as his tongue slid between my folds and tasted everything I had to offer.
“Oh, Elliot Yes,” I gasped as he held my thighs tightly in his firm hands and continued to deepen his tongue. I ground my hips against him, trying to find that sweet release, and then the pressure built once again.
My head was whirling, and dizziness overcame me as I came undone for the second time this evening. He continued to lick up my juices until there was nothing left and once, he was done, he brought his lips to mine once again and kissed me deeply, allowing me to taste myself on him.
I moaned from the taste; I had never been this turned on in my life. I reached for his pants, wanting so much more of him. He told me he wanted to remind me of how inaccurate my portrait was, and I was going to hold him to that.
He grinned against my lips as he undid his pants, pulling them down his masculine legs with his boxers. His manhood sprung to life and my mouth was watering at the size of that thing. He was huge. My heart was racing in my chest at the sight of him.
I wrapped my fingers around him, stroking him gently. He wrapped his hands around mine and adjusted my speed. He kissed me deeply while we both stroked him together. He breathed me in, taking in my scent and the air from my lungs.
“I need to be inside of you,” he groaned. I wasn’t going to deny him that. Leaning back on the bed, I dared him to continue.
Without delay, he was pressing himself into me and I gasped at the sensation of him. My core clenched around him, swallowing him whole as he deepened himself into my body. He cursed from my tightness despite us doing this before, it felt like it was brand new for the both of us.
He gave me a moment to adjust to him and when I gave him a curt nod to continue, he thrust his hips, pumping into me. I moaned out his name, loving the taste of his name on my tongue. It made him pump even harder, sending me into oblivion.
I was still so sensitive from my previous orgasms that it didn’t take long for me to climb to that peak once again. As he nibbled on my nipples and continued to thrust his lips, it was enough to push me over the edge.
It didn’t take long for him to fall over the edge as well and we were soon gasping for breath. He fell to the bed beside me, staring up at the ceiling as he worked to catch his breath. I looked over at him, watching his chest rise and fall. I licked my lips at the sight of him; he was so good-looking I thought I was going to die from the sight of him alone.
How was possible that someone like him would want to sleep with someone like me?
I was honestly surprised when Elliot wrapped me in his arms and held me close to him; he rubbed small circles around my pack, sending chills up my spine and I couldn’t help but snuggle in closer to him.
My mind immediately went back to this morning when I heard him talking to Shirley and I couldn’t help but wonder, if this was only a marriage of convenience, then why did I feel as if he couldn’t get enough of me?