Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 19643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 98(@200wpm)___ 79(@250wpm)___ 65(@300wpm)
She pulls back to look at me, eyes wide and dark with desire. For a moment, I think she might say no—might think this is all moving too fast—but then, she nods.
I press a kiss to the inside of her thigh. "Every part of you is so fucking beautiful." Her shyness triggers something inside me. Reminding me to submit to her hesitant cues and to be gentle. Her pace, not mine.
I take my time, kissing up one thigh and down the other, watching her squirm with anticipation. When I finally lean in to taste her with a broad stroke of my tongue on her slit, she makes a sound that goes straight to my cock—half gasp, half moan.
When I focus on the sensitive bundle of nerves at her clit, sucking gently while sliding a finger inside her, she breathes out.
"Elias, oh God. Mmm. Please don't stop."
I don't stop. Not when her thighs begin to tremble, not when her grip on my hair tightens to the point of pain, not when her words dissolve into incoherent sounds of pleasure. I don't stop, don't relent, determined to give her everything she needs. Her hips buck harder. In an irregular rhythm, seeming to have a mind of their own. I flatten my tongue on her clit.
"Come for me, Elise. Let me feel you come on my tongue."
That pushes her over the edge. Her body goes rigid, then shakes with the force of her release, her inner walls clench around my fingers, her tasty juices flood my mouth. I work her through it, lightening my touch as the aftershocks ripple through her, until finally she pushes weakly at my head, too sensitive to take any more.
I press one last kiss to her inner thigh before sliding up to join her on the couch. She immediately curls into me, still trembling, her face and chest flushed, her eyes dazed.
I'm still painfully hard, but I don't care. This moment—her in my arms, sated and soft and weak-limbed—is worth everything.
We lie there for a long time. Her breathing gradually returns to normal. I stroke her hair, her back, unable to stop touching her.
Finally, she tilts her head up to look at me. "You didn't..."
"This was about you," I say, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I needed to show you what you do to me ... what you mean to me."
Elise shifts against me, her hand trailing down my chest to the waistband of my jeans. "What if I want it to be about both of us?"
My cock twitches at her words. "Elise, you don't have to—"
Her fingers pop the button on my jeans. "My turn, Elias."
I lift my hips so she can tug my jeans and boxers down enough to free me. My cock springs up and wobbles erratically for a second before settling to attention. A bead of pre-cum springs off the tip. Ready. When her small hand wraps around my length, I hiss through clenched teeth, fighting for control. She rubs her thumb up and over the tip, circling the pre-cum around my head.
"Show me what you like," she says.
I cover her hand with mine, guiding her through the first few strokes, showing her the pressure and pace I need. She's a quick learner. She picks up the rhythm and adds a twist of her wrist that has me groaning.
"Like that?"
"Yes, baby. Fuck, that's perfect."
I bite my tongue to regain composure.
She leans down to press kisses along my jaw, my neck, my collarbone, but her hand never stops its steady motion. I'm already embarrassingly close—the combination of going down on her and now her hand on me is pushing me rapidly toward my own orgasm.
My hips buck up into her grip. "Baby, I'm close."
"Good. I want to watch you come apart for me."
A coil of tension rolls through me, and the orgasm hits me like a freight train, my come spurts out in a high arc, again and again, then drops, spilling over her hand and my stomach, my vision briefly whiting out with the intensity of it, and dopamine rising into the base of my skull. An intense euphoric high blasts through my brain.
When I can focus again, she's looking at me with a mixture of wonder and satisfaction. I pull her down for a kiss, slow and deep, pouring years and years of neediness into it.
I know we're still pretending this is about the reunion, still hiding behind the excuse of "practice" and "planning." Hoping to fool our way through the reunion. But the way she touched me, the way she looked at me...
The only ones we're fooling here are ourselves.
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5
ELISE
The dress looks different on me than it did on the rack. On the hanger, it was just a black dress—simple, elegant, but nothing special. On me, it fits like a second skin. The neckline dips just enough to be interesting without crossing into uncomfortable territory, and the hem falls to just above my knee, the fabric soft against my skin.