His mouth found her breast, teeth closing around her nipple with just the right amount of pressure. The dual sensation—his fingers pumping inside her, his mouth hot on her breast—had her spiraling toward the edge embarrassingly fast.
“Elliot,” she panted, her body tightening around his fingers. “I’m going to?—”
“Come for me,” he commanded, his voice a rough growl against her skin. “Let me feel you come on my fingers.”
Her orgasm crashed through her like a tidal wave, her back arching as she cried out his name. Her pussy clenched rhythmically around his fingers as waves of pleasure pulsed through her body. He worked her through it, slowing his movements but not stopping, drawing out every last tremor until she collapsed back onto the bed, gasping.
“Jesus Christ,” she breathed, her limbs feeling deliciously heavy.
But he wasn’t done with her. Not even close.
He withdrew his fingers and brought them to his mouth, sucking them clean with a groan that sent a fresh jolt of arousal through her. “You taste so fucking good.”
She watched, mesmerized, as he finally stripped off his clothes, revealing his body in all its glory. His cock stood thick and hard against his stomach, the head flushed dark with need. Her mouth watered at the sight.
“Come here,” she said, reaching for him.
He shook his head, a wicked smile curving his lips. “Not yet.” He moved down the bed, spreading her thighs wide with his broad hands. “I’m not finished tasting you.”
Before she could respond, his mouth was on her, his tongue lapping at her oversensitive flesh. She gasped, her hips jerking at the intense sensation. He held her firmly in place, his grip just shy of bruising as he devoured her like a man starved.
“Oh my God,” she moaned, one hand fisting in his hair while the other clutched at the sheets. His tongue circled her clit, then dipped lower to thrust inside her, gathering her wetness before returning to that bundle of nerves. “Elliot, fuck, that feels so good.”
He hummed against her, the vibration sending shocks of pleasure through her core. His fingers dug into the flesh of her thighs, keeping her spread open for his mouth. There wassomething almost feral in the way he consumed her, like he couldn’t get enough, and it drove her wild.
Another orgasm built, the pressure coiling tight in her belly. “I’m close,” she gasped. “Don’t stop.”
He doubled his efforts, sucking her clit between his lips while sliding two fingers back inside her. The combination was devastating. Her second climax hit even harder than the first, tearing a scream from her throat as her body convulsed with pleasure. He didn’t let up, working her through the aftershocks until she was trembling and oversensitive, pushing weakly at his shoulders.
“No more,” she panted. “I need you inside me now.”
He rose up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes wild with desire. “Protection?”
“My birth control implant is still good,” she reminded him. “And I want to feel you. All of you.”
He groaned, positioning himself between her legs. The blunt head of his cock nudged at her entrance, and she felt a tremor of anticipation run through her. He paused, his eyes locking with hers.
“If I hurt you?—”
“You won’t.” She wrapped her legs around his waist, urging him closer. “Now fuck me, Wilde. Make me feel it.”
With a growl, he thrust into her in one powerful stroke, burying himself to the hilt. The sensation of being so completely filled made her gasp, her back arching off the bed. He stilled, giving her a moment to adjust, his arms trembling with the effort of holding back.
“Move,” she demanded, rolling her hips against him. “Please, Elliot, I need you to move.”
He withdrew almost completely before slamming back into her, setting a punishing rhythm that had the headboard bangingagainst the wall. Each thrust drove her higher, the angle hitting that perfect spot inside her that made her see stars.
“Fuck, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his pace never faltering. “So tight, so wet for me.”
She met him thrust for thrust, her nails raking down his back as pleasure built inside her again. “Harder,” she gasped. “I won’t break.”
He lifted one of her legs over his shoulder, changing the angle to drive even deeper. The new position let him hit spots that made her vision blur with pleasure. She could feel him everywhere, filling her completely, claiming her body with each powerful thrust.
“Touch yourself,” he commanded, his voice strained. “I want to feel you come around my cock.”
She slid her hand between them, fingers finding her clit. The dual sensation—his thick length stretching her open, her fingers circling her sensitive bud—had her racing toward the edge again.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, his pace growing erratic as his own release approached. “Come for me, Trouble. One more time.”
