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The cold air washed over me, but it was the raw hunger in Elian’s eyes that had a shiver coursing through me.
My hips rocked against him again, hinting at what my body needed, but not giving me what my body was screaming for.
“Elian, please,” I whimpered, shameless in my need, my hips writhing against him as his hands moved up my thighs, then my sides, before finally closing over my breasts.
His hands squeezed for a moment before his fingers and thumbs found my nipples, rolling, and teasing until I was whimpering and rocking more wildly against him, desperate for relief from the clawing need in my core.
He pulled me up, making me lose contact with his lap, dragging a grumble out of me until I felt his lips close around my nipple, sucking, circling, making the desire reach a fever pitch.
“Elian,” I cried as he moved across my chest, continuing the sweet torment.
His face moved between my breasts, his soft hair tickling my over-sensitive skin for a moment before his hands sank into my hips, grabbing me as he suddenly moved, tossing me flat on the couch, and coming over me, his lips claiming mine again as the weight of him pressed down on me.
My hands were free to roam, and I yanked at his shirt until he had no choice but to rise up to pull it off and toss it to the side.
His hard lines met my softer ones, his chest crushing my breasts as I wrapped my legs around his hips and pulled him more tightly against me.
Elian ground down, his cock pressing against my cleft over and over, driving me up as his lips ripped from mine to kiss down my neck.
Then he was pulling against my hold, his lips moving down my chest, between my breasts, over my belly, pausing only when he met the waistband of my shorts.
On a grumble, he sat up on his knees, pulling my legs straight up in the air, then reaching down to pull my shorts and panties down my legs, then off my feet, tossing them carelessly to the side as he looked down at me.
I watched his chest expand as he sucked in a deep breath, then slid his hands down my calves to my knees, where he grabbed, then pulled my legs wide.
Then his gaze was moving from my face, gliding over my body, creating little fires of need, until he was staring at the core of me, a rumbling sound moving through him for a second before he was moving downward.
Then his tongue was sliding up my cleft, the touch like a current through my body, making me jolt and writhe as my hand slapped down on the back of his neck, holding him against me as his tongue started to slide around my clit.
My hips rocked against him restlessly as he worked me, driving me up.
Elian’s hand slid from my thigh to slip between us, two of his fingers thrusting inside me as his lips closed around my clit, sucking.
I saw white for a second as the orgasm slammed through me, leaving me crying out as the waves crashed through me over and over.
Elian’s fingers worked me through it as his tongue traced around my too-sensitive clit, giving me time to come back down before he started to drive me up again.
My fingers were in his hair, holding him against me as the pleasure bloomed into need once again.
“Elian, please,” I whimpered, but he kept working me, not knowing what I was begging for.
My fingers yanked at his hair, pulling until he had no choice but to lift up to ease the pain in his scalp, his hungry eyes sliding to my face.
“Please,” I said, shameless in my need, my hands reaching toward his waistband, watching as he understood what I was asking for.
He reached for me, wrapping my legs around his waist, then closing his arms around my back, holding me against him as he got to his feet, carrying me with him as he turned out of the living room, and headed down the hall.
He didn’t get far, though.
He slammed me back against the wall in the hallway, his lips claiming mine again as he ground himself against me.
My head fell back on a moan, and he saw the opening to bury his face in my neck, to tease with lips and tongue and teeth.
The yearning was reaching a fever pitch, making me lock my legs more tightly around him, grinding myself against his hardness in a desperate plea to get some relief from the aching desire.
My fingers traced over his shoulders, down his back, feeling the coil of his muscles, the way they tensed and shifted under his skin as he rocked against me.
His lips took mine again, harder, feral, brushing into mine, stealing my breath as our hips moved together, the need inside becoming a piercing ache.