I’m lost in her. In her sounds, her trembles, her very presence. I’ve thought about these moments for years. Having Elana in my arms, beneath me, but none of the fantasies compare to the reality.
I was thinking in black and white. Elana is full color. Vibrant reds and blues and purples and pinks. She’s the entire fucking rainbow, and I’m sitting at the end with my pot of treasure.
Her hand sinks into my hair, her hips wiggle, and she lets out another moan. This one full of arousal and need.
I push away her fingers and suck her clit into my mouth. She grinds her hips out at me, trying to get more. I lick her clit, her pussy, sucking on her, biting down on her sensitive flesh.
Her hand tightens in my hair. The burn in my scalp only drives me farther into my frenzy to hear her scream my name.
Sliding three fingers into her pussy, I curl them at the knuckle, finding the soft flesh. She squeals and bucks up at me even harder.
“Good girl.” I mutter into her pussy. “Come for me. Give me everything.”
I twist my fingers, fucking her harder, sucking harder on her clit until she’s arching off the bed and screaming.
A good man would let the waves of her orgasm settle. A good man would kiss her tenderly and move slowly with her.
I’m not a good man. Not even close.
I shove my jeans down past my ass, freeing my cock, heavy with need. I line up our eyes, framing her face with both my hands. The thick scent of her pussy fills the space between us.
“I’m not going to be gentle.”
“Fuck no, never.” She smiles, pulling her legs up just as I thrust inside her body.
“Clean me, baby.” I shove my fingers into her mouth, and greedily she sucks her arousal from them. She brings her eyes to mine, increasing how hard she suckles.
I can’t hold back; I won’t hold back.
The bed slams against the wall when I plow into her again. She lets go of my fingers, crying out with her own urgency.
She wraps her legs around my hips. I fuck her deeper and harder. She claws at me; even through my shirt I can feel her fingernails biting into my skin.
“Fuck, baby.” I twist my hips, driving us both crazy with the new angle.
Her head rolls back as she arches her back. I bite down on her neck, licking away the teeth marks before they can form. Such a sweet girl.
On the outside she’s all bristle and steel, but the Elana I’ve been watching and waiting for has a soft middle.
Another moan.
“Artem!” She digs her fingers into me. Her eyes glisten with desire. A thin sheet of sweat covers my back.
“Your pussy’s so hot, so wet, so mine.” I growl. Every time I say that word—mine—it becomes truer.
“Yours, all yours.” She reaches up, kissing my neck. “All yours.”
Electricity zips down my spine, pulling my balls tight. I’m teetering on the edge, but I hold back.
My Babygirl needs to fly again.
Reaching between our bodies, I easily find her clit, swollen and wet. Her eyes fly to mine when I pinch the sensitive flesh.
“You ready, Babygirl?” I kiss the side of her mouth. “You ready to scream for your daddy?”
I don’t give her any time to answer. I fuck her harder, rubbing her clit with my fingers and biting down on her neck again. It’s the little bite of pain that pushes her over the edge.
And then she’s soaring.