As if hearing my silent plea, he slips a finger between my lips, grazing my clit, making me jolt as a pure shot of adrenaline courses through me. I cry out as he slides his finger back and forth, rubbing my clit with the perfect amount of pressure. My breath catches in my chest when he finally, and oh so deliciously, pushes a thick finger inside me, making my back arch off the bed.
“Eli,” I moan, loudly.
“You’re soaked, baby.” His pupils dilate, darkening when he pushes it in and out, my pussy tightening around his fingers.
For someone who hasn’t been with anyone in a while, he sure hasn’t forgotten how to navigate a woman’s body.
“I want to see the look on your pretty face when you come all over my fingers and tongue. Eyes on me, baby,” he commands.
Rendered speechless, I lock eyes with his, doing as he asks, the room glowing with the last of the golden sunset, the shadows stretching long across the hardwood floor and silk drapes that I’ve barely glimpsed at.
“Good girl.” His voice, richly dark and gravelly, triggers a rush of arousal that floods through me. The air feels heavy, close, and charged with electricity, my heartbeat pounding in my ears loud enough for the neighborhood to hear.
Then his mouth is on my pussy, licking my clit, ravishing me, eating me out like he hasn’t eaten in months. He pushes another thick finger into my pussy; the burn of him stretching me slowly turns into intense pleasure.
I buck my hips, driving his fingers deeper inside of me, forcing him to press against my inner walls. A delicious wave of pleasure crashes over me when he touches a divine spot that makes me cry out his name. When his thumb presses on my clit and he increases the pressure, I call out his name again and tell him not to stop. I never want this feeling to end.
“Say my name again, baby, I love it when you do.” The way he’s looking up at me with longing and need is hot enough to melt gold. And the sexy wink he throws me as he stares me down has my insides melting to goo.
“Eli.” I give him what he wants, knowing I’m going to come so fast.
“Come for me, baby.” His fingers move in and out of my soaked pussy much faster now, stroking my inner walls, as if urging me to come and light me up like the Fourth of July.
I love the control he has over my body.
I’m overwhelmed by intense sensations to the point that I feel like I’m going to explode, and I do. I come embarrassingly fast, all over his fingers and tongue as he sucks my clit into his mouth.
My moans of pleasure fill the large bedroom, while all I can do is thrash my hips, rocking them back and forth to fuck his fingers as my orgasm crashes through me, wave after wave. It’s all-consuming; every part of me feels alive.
In this suspended moment, caught somewhere between pleasure and coming back to reality, I now understand what it feels like to be undone, and let every piece of myself go.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you come,” he pants, sounding breathless himself, mumbling against my pussy.
His praise has me rocking my hips and spreading my legs wider for him as he continues to work my clit and wet center, pulling every ounce of pleasure from my body until every inch of me feels like it’s humming.
I feel beautiful, seen, and cared for as he guides me back down from my high.
“You’re fucking soaked.” He presses my overly sensitive clit again with his thumb, causing me to moan.
When I look down, I enjoy watching him as he rubs and moves his hips against the comforter, with the desperate need to fuck.
“I want you inside of me,” I whisper. I can’t wait any longer either. I want him to fill me up.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, baby.”
His words light me up in ways I never knew possible and make me want to drop to my knees and taste every hard inch of him.
He pulls away from me, sitting back on his haunches, and gazes down at where his fingers are still inside me. Painfully slow, he removes them, and I flinch at the loss, hating that he isn’t touching me right now.
I drop my gaze to his cock which I’ve been eager to see, and I knew I was right when I felt him beneath his underwear this morning. He’s got the biggest dick I’ve ever seen. Long and thick, and the head is angry-looking and dripping with precum.
Holy shit, it’s big.
And beautiful. I’ve never thought a dick good-looking before but Eli’s is. I lick my lips, captivated by how he wraps his hand around his shaft and jerks himself in long, leisurely strokes, back and forth, ping-ponging his attention from my pussy to my face and back again, as if in a trance.
I desperately want to touch his cock, taste it, lick it as excitement rises to an all-time high, and a rush of arousal floods between my thighs.
I pull in a breath of surprise that quickly turns into fascination when he rubs his fingers that were inside of me and are covered in my orgasm over the engorged head of his cock, coating himself in my pleasure.