“We’ll get there,” he says, rolling his thumb over my clit in a way that has black spots dotting my vision, pressure building so fast and fierce that a whimper falls from my mouth as my hips rise and fall to meet his hand.
“Fuck, El, I’m gonna…” That’s as far as I get before the orgasm swamps me, pleasure unfurling, blood pounding in my ears and my breaths coming in fast pants.
“Fucking gorgeous,” he mutters as he works me through it with slow strokes of his very talented fingers. When I collapseback against the bed, he pulls his fingers out of me and sits back on his knees, running the fingers wet with my release over the head of his cock, collecting the precum there. Then he brings his fingers to my mouth.
“Open,” he orders, pressing his fingers into my mouth when I obey.
“Suck.” I close my lips around him. Our combined flavors explode on my tongue and it’s fucking filthy. It’s also the hottest moment of my entire life, especially when I swirl my tongue around his fingers and his eyes flash, pupils blown wide as he watches me.
“Amelia,” he rasps, as I drag my teeth over the pads of his fingers. “I’m, like, two seconds away from losing it again all over your stomach and these very, very pretty tits. You’re a fucking dream, and I need to be inside you. Right now.”
He pulls his fingers out of my mouth, and I smirk up at him with a bravado that is rapidly diminishing when stacked against the towering need I feel to have him inside me, his cock stretching me out and his body pressed against me. “What happened to,we’ll get there?”
He smiles, leaning down and pressing kisses to my neck, my collarbone, the spot behind my ear that drives me insane. “I underestimated how amazing it would feel to have you all spread out for me, your perfect pussy just waiting for me to fill it.”
I grip his hair, bringing his head up so his eyes meet mine. “So, fill me up, El. Make me yours.”
He groans, covering my body with his, kissing me deeply while he drags his cock through my slit, coating himself in me. I cry out when he rolls his hips, his hard cock grinding over my clit in the most delicious rhythm. “Should I get a condom?” he murmurs against my lips.
“I have an IUD,” I gasp out as he rolls his hips over me again. “And it’s been an embarrassingly long time since I’ve been with anyone. I’m good without one.”
I look up as his eyes flash. “I’ve been tested and baby, there is nothing I want more than to slide inside you with nothing between us. Are you sure?”
I lift a hand to cup his cheek, rocking my hips up into his. “So, so sure. Anything between us feels wrong. Get inside me, El. Please.”
“Anything. Everything,” he murmurs as he shifts his hips, notching himself at my entrance, pushing inside me slowly, so, so slowly I feel him everywhere.
“Oh, my god,” I moan, wrapping my arms around him, digging my fingers into his back as he bottoms out inside me. I’m so full I feel him everywhere.
“Goddamn, Amelia. Your perfect pussy is squeezing me so tightly. So fucking perfect. Like you were made just for me.”
“Maybe I was,” I grit out as he slides an arm under my back and starts to move in long, slow strokes that light up my entire body and have a kernel of emotion lodging in my throat, this moment of joining overwhelming and perfect and so right I can’t do anything but keep my eyes on his, holding on for the ride as I start to climb.
“Fucking right, you were,” he rasps, tilting his hips to grind against my clit, hitting me perfectly. “You are stunning. Gorgeous. So pretty, taking my cock so well.”
The combination of filthy and sweet words spilling from his mouth as he moves has pleasure swimming in my veins as I wrap myself tighter around him, meeting him thrust for thrust for thrust. Each rock of his hips, touch of his lips to my forehead, cheeks, neck, anywhere he can reach, fills a part of me I didn’t realize was empty, gives me back something I didn’t know wasmissing until I am more myself than I have ever been, with him over me, inside me, all around me.
“Amelia,” he moans out, my name a plea and a prayer on his lips. “Are you close, baby? I’m so fucking close, but you’re coming with me. Please come with me.” His hair falls over his face and sweat drips down his forehead, his jaw clenched in concentration and the effort of holding back his own pleasure. He is the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
“I’m close. So, so close. Please don’t stop,” I murmur, pulling his head down and bringing our mouths together in a wet, hot kiss that ends on a moan when he slides his hands under my ass, holding me against him as he speeds up his thrusts, angling his hips to hit me exactly where I need him.
“Oh, my god, yes. I’m right there, El. You feel so good.”
“Jesus, Amelia,” he rasps out. “This is so good. So fucking good. Nothing has ever felt as good as this. Come, baby. Right now. Please. I’m desperate to feel it. You make me desperate.”
He snaps his hips forward and snakes a hand between our bodies, rolling his thumb over my clit. “Fuck yes,” I cry out as I come entirely undone around him, pulsing pleasure rolling up my spine and unfurling through my limbs, wave after wave rising and falling in an orgasm that goes on and on.
“Amelia,” he groans as his cock swells inside me, his hips jerking and legs shaking as he unleashes, filling me up with pulse after pulse of hot cum as he rocks his hips, working us both through our orgasms until we collapse in a heap of tangled sweaty limbs, rough, panting breaths and thundering hearts.
“Holy. Fuck,” Elliot manages, his body draped over mine. I run my fingers through his damp hair, loving the weight of him on top of me.
“Yes. That.” I gasp out as I try and get my breathing under control. “I saw god. She was pleased.”
Elliot huffs out a laugh and lifts his head, his amused eyes meeting mine. “Not god, baby. Just us. We’re fire together. I knew we would be.”
“That was even better than I imagined, and I imagined quite a lot.” The words are out before I realize I’m saying them and I slap my hand over my mouth, groaning.
Elliot props himself up on an elbow, grinning down at me. “You imagined us together?”
