Page 64 of Healed By the Grumpy Elf

“Fuck,” I grit out. “You feel so damn good.”

She doesn’t let up, building the rhythm with slow precision, like she’s taking pleasure in every sound she drags out of me.

“Maeve.” My voice is rough, strained. “I’m close. If you keep going, I’m going to come.”

She pulls off just enough to whisper, “That’s the idea.”

And then she goes back down, and a few moments later, I lose it.

I spill into her mouth with a groan, hips arching helplessly as she holds me down with a firm hand. She doesn’t stop until I’m completely undone, twitching and panting, my body stretched tight with pleasure.

She swallows all of it. Then she climbs back up and kisses my jaw, my cheek, my temple. Her body slides over mine, soft and warm, and I wrap my arms around her.

“Gods, I love you,” I whisper into her hair. “You could ask anything of me right now, and I’d say yes.”

She hums, content. “Good,” she says, teasing. “I’ll remember that when I need the roof fixed.”

I laugh, kissing the corner of her mouth. “Later.”

“Later?”

“Much later.” I trail kisses down her neck. “I owe you something first.”

She doesn’t say a word when I move, just watches with those wide, pure green eyes as I grab her in my hands and flip us over in one quick move. She gasps as she finds herself flat on her back, her legs parted on each side of my hips.

I sit back on my heels and just look at her, marveling at the sight of her body, offered before me. Morning light spills across her skin, soft and golden, and for a second I just look. My chest tightens.

“You’re going to ruin me,” I murmur.

Maeve smirks a little, breath already catching. “That’s the plan.”

I slide between her thighs and settle there, bracing myself on my forearms, pressing a kiss to her knee, then her inner thigh, then a little higher. The smell of her pervades everything, potent and arousing. Her breath hitches again. She's warm and already slick, and the way she shifts beneath me, impatient, aching, makes my cock twitch against the mattress.

I’ll be ready to take her soon. But I want to make her come with my mouth first.

“I want to take my time,” I say, brushing my lips against the sensitive skin at the top of her thigh. “Make you forget everything that came before me.”

Her voice is barely audible. “You already have.”

But I’m not done.

I lean in, licking her slowly, deliberately, one long stroke of my tongue that makes her hips buck. She tastes incredible, sweet, familiar, and above allmine. She moans low in her throat, legs falling farther open for me.

I drag my tongue over her again, this time circling her clit before sucking it into my mouth. She gasps, her hands flying to my shoulders, nails digging in as she arches under me.

“Lorian…”

“Yes,” I whisper against her soft curls. “That’s it. Let me hear you.”

She whimpers as I work her, building her up with steady pressure, firm strokes, every move of my mouth tuned to her body. She’s so responsive, sopresentwith me, it’s like she’s giving me her pleasure as a gift and daring me not to lose my mind over it.

“You taste like sunshine and madness,” I growl against her.

She lets out a shaky laugh, cut short by a gasp when I flatten my tongue and flick over her little bud with just the right pressure. Her thighs tense, her hands fisting in the sheets now, pulling them tight.

“Don’t stop,” she begs, breath ragged. “Please, don’t stop.”

“I’m not going anywhere,” I promise.