He groaned low in his throat as he nuzzled against her breasts encased in the lacy cream material. He looked up to hold her gaze with his as his mouth closed over and sucked in one of her engorged nipples over that lacy material. The lace quickly became wet, caressing and rubbing against that sensitive nubbin, increasing her arousal.
But not as much as when Knox unfastened the bra and his hot mouth was able to claim bare flesh. First one nipple and then the other.
Ellie’s back arched, pushing that swollen flesh even deeper into Knox’s mouth, the rasp of his tongue sending rivulets of pleasure coursing through her body to pool and deepen between her thighs. Juices gushed from her channel, wetting her panties, as he now sucked on her other nipple.
Her thighs parted automatically when she felt one of Knox’s hands caress her knee, pushing up her skirt as he caressed along the length of her thighs. She let out a protest when that hand stopped moving.
He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes so dark they looked completely black, his cheeks flushed. “You’re wearing stockings.”
“Yes,” she questioned.
“Stockings,” he repeated. “Not stay-ups but stockings held up by genuine suspenders.”
“Yes,” she answered, even though it wasn’t a question. “The lace and silk material of my suspender belt and my panties match the bra I’m wearing. They were one of the few things still in their packet and not—” Gentle fingers placed over her lips stopped her from continuing.
Knox’s hands cradled her face as he looked at her intently. “You are the first woman I’ve known who wears actual suspenders and stockings.”
“Would you prefer I didn’t?”
“Are you kidding? It makes you look sexy as fuck!”
She gave a choked laugh. “Sexy enough to fuck,” she corrected.
“The two of us are going to make love, not fuck,” he stated firmly.
“It’s a little hard to care if there’s a difference when my panties are wet and the hardness of your cock is pressing against my clit.”
Knox shook his head. “You know the difference, Ellie.”
Yes, she did. Or she had thought she did but?—
“You know,” Knox insisted. “I haven’t been with anyone since my last tests six months ago.”
She nodded. “Same.”
The soft pad of Knox’s thumb moved caressingly over her bottom lip before moving aside so he could push his index finger inside her mouth. “Suck,” he encouraged softly, leaning up on one elbow now. “Make my finger wet.”
Ellie instantly obeyed, unable to look away from the compulsive heat of Knox’s gaze.
“This one too,” he pushed a second finger into her mouth. “Make them both very wet, Ellie.”
Knox watched her intently as she lathed and licked those two digits until they were both dripping with saliva.
His other hand pushed up her skirt, his breathing becoming ragged as he slowly explored the bare flesh above the stocking tops. Ellie gasped when he grasped hold of the sides of her panties, and the next thing she knew, he was pulling sharply on that silky material until it ripped apart.
“That’s the only pair I have left?—”
“I’ll buy you new ones,” he promised as he removed the ripped panties completely. His breath was hot against her throat.
Ellie had no time to answer before Knox’s other hand moved down and those wet fingers stroked her engorged clit. Strong and purposeful strokes that sent arcs of pleasure coursing through her whole body.
“More?” he said hopefully.
Her eyes were still closed. “More,” she echoed, first gasping her surprise, and then groaning encouragement after Knox had moved purposefully down her until he was able to place his lips and tongue where his fingers had been.
The flatness of his tongue, moist and rough on her clit, sent jolts of a depth of pleasure she had never known before. Andrew liked to have his cock sucked, but he didn’t like giving her oral sex?—
Fuck Andrew!