“We’ve already established that you are,” I reply, on the brink of breathlessness.
When he releases my nipple with a pop and stands tall again, his eyes meet mine. “I just…” Cutting himself off, his eyes drop down to my body again. “Fuck, I just need to taste all of you right now, all right?”
My heart skips from the tone of his words, the caution laced in his voice, the fear that he might say something I don’t want to hear.
Hell, I’m already standing here practically naked in front of him. What could he possibly say that would make me feel more vulnerable?
I’m not shy about nudity. In fact, I love my body. I don’t have the biggest boobs and maybe a little more ass than someone my height should, but I’m confident in my sexuality.
I love sex. I love to feel good.
But something about this experience with Elliot is making me question why it feels different.
Uh, there’s not really time for you to analyze this right now, Dilynne.
Focus on the mountain of muscle in front of you that wants to taste you, shall we?
Elliot hooks his thumbs under the waistband of my thong, sliding it down my legs until it hits the floor. I barely have time to step out of it before he’s lifting me and laying me on the cold metal hood of my Camaro.
“Spread your legs open and let me see you play with that pussy.” Stroking himself, he stands in front of me, eyes locked on mine as he waits for me to comply with his command. I slide my hand down my stomach until I find the soft lips of my pussy, parting myself and sliding a finger through my soaking wet slit until the slight friction across my clit makes me twitch. “Hmmm, already sensitive, huh?”
“What can I say? Sucking you off turned me on too.”
He pulls on his shaft again and then dips his finger through my wetness and returns his hand to his cock, using my arousal as lubrication whilehe continues to jack himself off. “Fuck, you’re so hot. So wet. This pussy is going to suck me in and take every inch, isn’t it?”
“Yes…” I mewl, working my fingers over my clit again, already feeling myself getting close to a release.
Elliot releases his cock, drops to his knees, pulls me forward along the hood, and then with one long drag of his tongue through my slit, lets out a groan that should be marketed as gospel music. “Motherfucker.”
“Elliot…”
That’s the only word I’m able to articulate because he covers my pussy with his mouth and fucks me with his tongue with a finesse I thought was only a myth. Over and over, he swirls his tongue through every inch of me, circling my clit softly and building me up higher until every inch of me is burning for a release.
“Oh, fuck.” My hands land in his hair again. “Yes, like that.”
“I know how to eat pussy, Dilynne,” he mumbles against me. “But this pussy?” He blows his breath against my clit and then slides two fingers inside of me, curling them upward. “Fucking exquisite.” The tips of his fingers stroke me in smooth, even movements, hitting my G-spot over and over again.
“Oh, shit.” Leaning up on my elbows, I watch him between my thighs, his attention fixed on where his mouth and hand are making me come undone. His fingers keep stroking that spot inside me while his thumb circles my clit, and a pressure I’ve never felt before builds between my thighs—almost like the urge to pee. “Elliot…oh fuck. You’re—you’re gonna make me…”
“Don’t fight it, Dilynne.” His voice is rough against my skin. “That feeling? That’s because I’m about to make you squirt, baby.”
“What the…”
Hisfingers on my clit pick up speed and then he’s moving his fingers inside of me up and down as he strokes me over and over. “Let me feel it. Let me fucking see it, Dilynne.”
“I—I…oh fuck!”
Elliot pulls his fingers from me just as my release hits and a stream of liquid follows. His gaze stays locked on me as he drags his hand through the wetness between my thighs, spreading me open, playing in the mess he’s making of me.
I can’t look away. I never even knew that my body could do this.
And then it hits me.
Elliot has just owned me in a way no other man has.
“That’s it. Such a good fucking girl,” he mumbles before biting the inside of my thigh and then swiping his tongue through me, cleaning me up with his mouth.
My head falls back against the hood of my car, my chest rising and falling as I struggle to take in oxygen and he moves his tongue over my clit again. “Holy shit.”