“I’ll take just enough.” He unwraps my legs from hisbody.
My feet hit the floor, and he unfastens my jeans. Sinking to his knees, he works them down my legs. Next go my panties. I have never in my life seen something as erotic as this man, on his knees in front of me, staring up with a predatorygaze.
He nudges my legs apart, and swipes over my slit, before spreading me open with his fingers. My heart pounds. This is vulnerable, exposed, but God, it feels sogood.
His thumb circles my clit, and my hips jerk inresponse.
“Such a pretty pussy,” he whispers against me, the rhythm of his thumb an unhurriedcaress.
I want his tongue on me. Inside me, so I lift my leg, placing my foot on his shoulder to grant him betteraccess.
He glances up with a smirk, his lips only inches from where I want them to be. “Tell me what you want.” He slowly trails me, front toback.
“I wantyou.”
A seductive chuckle rumbles from his chest. “You can’t have me.” He’s playing with me like he’s a cat and I’m a corneredmouse.
“What do you want, Demi?” He traces my crease. “Do you want me to touch you, lick you? Make youcome?”
“God, yes,” I breathe and knot my fingers in his hair, angry as my need builds like a dormantvolcano.
He inches closer and closer, until his heated breath fans over my pussy and my skin prickles withgoosebumps.
“Tell mefuckyes.”
I fist his hair, tempted to force his face against me. “Fuckyes.”
“Have you imagined me between yourthighs?”
I can’t catch a solid breath. “Yes.”
With each passing second, I grow frustrated, but I revel init.
“Fuck,” he says against me. Thefeelof that word, hot and long, nearly does me in. “So wet for me, tiger lily.” He inhales, slipping his fingertip inside. “And Jesus Christ, so tight.” He licks his thumb. “What do you want? Tell me what todo.”
I’m so desperate for relief. “Fuck me with your mouth,” Ibeg.
With a deep smile, he leans in, spreading me open again before he flicks his tongue over my clit. I hiss an inhalation, tightening my hold on his short hair. I’m so worked up, each loop of his tongue, every kiss has me on the edge. Breathless.Panting.
As much as I want to close my eyes and blindly drown in the way this feels, I can’t stop watching him. The attention he pays me, the way his tongue works slowly, diligently, between his pleased growls; it’s like watching an artist paint. He’s so into it—so intome. Such a beautiful man, on his knees, with his mouth between my legs. It is nothing short ofart.
“You taste so good.” His eyes lock on mine. “I could do this allday.”
That’s it. I’m sent over theedge.
“Shit,” I whisper. My head falls against the window with a soft thud, and my eyes slamclosed.
I find myself thrusting my hips over his mouth, my foot digging into his shoulder as I chase the orgasm that threatens to ruin me at anysecond.
“I love your greedy little cunt.” He nips at my clit while burying his fingers deep inside me, crooking them to send that final jolt coursing throughme.
The orgasm is like a tsunami, forceful anddestructive.
My ears ring. My legs threaten to buckle, but Elijah holds me steady against the glass where everyone on the waterfront can witness our escapade. He sucks and licks until I’m begging him to stop. Until I’m coming again, saying his name like a prayer I’ve rehearsed my entire life. And when I feel like I can’t handle another touch, he sits back on his legs and wipes at the corners of hismouth.
“Good girl,” he says, thenstands.
The bulge in his jeans is evident form here. Even though I’m still reeling from the orgasm, all I can think about is pleasing him. I have never been a woman who wanted to get on her knees, but for Elijah Banks, I most certainly will. I would do anything to watch his eyes roll back in his head with a groan while he comes from mytouch.
