Page 93 of Hate You Up Close
I will literally tell him anything that he wants to hear right now. I am fully and irrevocably at the mercy of Elliot Thompson.
Quicker than I can open my eyes, I feel his hot mouth surround my clit. I whimper as he draws the sensitive bundle of nerves into his mouth. He sucks and licks feverishly, eating me like I’m his favorite dessert.
I lose my breath completely when he tugs the swollen bud between his teeth and bites down gently. It hurts, but it’s the best pain I’ve ever felt. I want to feel it again and again. He flicks my clit one last time before he lowers his lips and sucks my wet folds into his warm mouth. He eats my flesh, devouring my entire pussy as he finger fucks me like I’m the last woman he’ll ever touch.
His tongue peeks out, licking between my slit before heremoves his fingers. I don’t know if I whimper or cry, but I let out a pathetic noise at the loss of him inside me.
“Put your hands on my head,” Elliot demands, curling his arms around my thighs and spreading me even wider.
On his head? Did he mean to say the headboard?
“Your head?” I repeat, my hips undulating on their own.
“Yes,” he says without hesitation. “I want you to fuck my face.”
Oh.
Oh.
Ohhhh.
Um. I’m gonna need a minute to process how freaking hot that was.
“Do it, Roxanne,” he growls, his patience running thin like he’s dying to get his mouth back on me. “Now.”
The second I thread my fingers through his golden hair, his mouth seals to my wet heat. I tighten my grip on his head, my fingernails creating little crescent moons on his skull. My back arches off the bed as my hips grind against his needy tongue. He groans against my slit, shamelessly lapping up the wetness seeping from my core.
“So sweet,” he groans between licks, his husky voice vibrating against my core as he makes out with my pussy. “My strawberry girl,” he hums.
I’ll be your “anything girl” if you keep doing what you're doing.
His tongue parts my folds, hungrily kissing every inch of my core as he makes his way up to my abused clit. He tugs the swollen bud into his mouth, kissing it like he would my lips. The sound of his mouth making a meal of me is the sexiest thing I’ve heard.
I’ll be honest, I haven’t had too many great experienceswith oral sex. It can be awkward—to say the least. But this…This is freeing. Breathtaking. Earth-shattering.
My insides quiver as he suctions his lips to my clit, giving it a powerful suck. Every nerve in my body erupts like a million shooting stars painting the midnight sky. As the beginning of my orgasm crests, I feel like I might lose consciousness from the pleasure of it all.
“Elliot, I…” I whimper, rolling my sweaty hips against his face. “I’m going to–”
“Not yet,” he retorts, reaching a hand up to my belly and splaying his long fingers against my soft skin.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he adds, holding me down.
I don’t have a chance to reply before his tongue spears my entrance, licking deep inside of me.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, gripping onto his hair for dear life.
His tongue bounces up and down, fucking me with abandon. It flicks and brushes against my inner walls, taking me higher and higher with each sensual stroke. My stomach muscles tighten as he shakes his head from side to side, hitting me at all the right angles.
This man knowsexactlywhat he’s doing. I don't know if I should be angry or happy about how well he knows the female body. I mean, what he’s doing feels amazing, but the thought of his mouth on another woman makes me see red.
Thankfully, I’m distracted from my thoughts as Elliot removes his hand from my belly and brings his fingers back to my clit. He massages the sensitive bundle of nerves in quick circles as he continues to fuck me with his tongue. The feeling of his mouth and fingers on my most sensitive parts is an out-of-body experience. I feel like I’m floating, entering a new dimension where only we exist.
He lets out a deep groan, different from all the rest. It’s low, needy, and primal, like he can’t get enough of my taste.
And that’s what does it. Hearing this powerful man lose his mind over me. That’s what causes me to lose control.
I detonate.
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