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CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

AMELIA

H oly fucking shitballs, this is how I go. I’m sure of it.

No human body is built to withstand this level of arousal, and with Elliot on his knees behind me, I’m confident I’m about to burst into flames.

With my face pressed into the bed, I can’t see him, and not knowing when or where he’s going to touch me heightens every single sensation until I think I’m going to crawl out of my own skin from the wanting.

I shake my hips back and forth, hoping that it’ll spur him on, but it only makes him let out that low chuckle I’m sure is going to be the end of me. “Look at my needy girl,” he drawls. “So fucking desperate for me to fill her. I bet your pussy is dripping for me. Should I check and see?”

“Please,” I gasp, twisting my fingers in the comforter. “Please, please touch me.”

Elliot presses a kiss to one of my ass cheeks and then the other. “What my needy girl wants, my needy girl gets. Especially when you beg so well for me.” Without warning, Elliot shoves my legs further apart and plunges two fingers inside me from behind.

“Fuck,” I yell out, my hips rocketing off the bed so suddenly I’m shocked my ass doesn’t just knock Elliot right over.

But bless this gorgeous man with what I’m now almost positive are latent pleasure dom tendencies because he doesn’t budge, except to twist his fingers deeper inside me.

At this angle, it doesn’t take much for him to hit me in exactly the right spot, and my entire body lights right up.

“I was right,” Elliot practically sings, sliding his other hand over my left hip and dipping down to circle my clit with the most perfect pressure that has pleasure coiling tightly in my belly.

“You’re drenched, Amelia, and so warm. So tight.

So perfect, the way your pussy sucks my fingers right in.

I’m so fucking hard for you. I can’t wait to slide my dick inside you, make love to you until the sun comes up. ”

“Oh, my god.” I moan as Elliot fucks me with his fingers at the same pace as he circles my clit, curling them deep inside me to hit the spot that belongs to him and him alone. “I’m so close. Please don’t stop. I need…”

Something.

Anything.

Everything.

“I know what you need,” Elliot grinds out, his hand coming down on my clit in a tight slap that has every muscle in my body clenching tight. He adds a third finger, rubbing them mercilessly against my front wall until the tight ball of pleasure snaps.

“I’m coming—holy fuck,” I cry out, pleasure tearing through me, my hips rising and falling, chasing Elliot’s hand as he strokes me through my orgasm.

I’m still coming when he pulls his fingers from me, and I’m about to protest but before I can speak, he grips my ass, spreading my cheeks with both hands and covering my pussy with his mouth from behind.

“What the fuck,” I gasp, trying to clamor up the bed and away from the assault on my oversensitive clit, but Elliot growls against me, his iron grip on my hips holding me in place as he yanks me back onto his mouth, shoving his tongue inside me then pulling back, giving me one long lick before flattening his tongue over my clit.

“You’re staying right here,” he mumbles.

“You taste so fucking good when you come for me, and I need more. I’m going to make this little clit throb.

” Elliot wraps his lips around me and sucks hard.

I jolt, my legs trembling as my second orgasm starts to build, hard and hot.

With his hands on my ass again, Elliot spreads me even wider, alternating between spearing his tongue inside me and pulsing his lips around my clit.

The sounds he makes while he eats me are positively filthy, and I can feel him rolling his hips behind me, so turned on by this that he’s grinding his cock against nothing, desperately searching for relief.

It's the evidence of how much he gets off on this that has me tipping over the edge the next time he sucks my clit into his mouth. His name tears from my lips as my orgasm whips through me, my thighs quaking and my legs clamping around Elliot’s head.

“Fuck yes, Amelia. Give it to me,” he mumbles, circling my clit as my orgasm rages like a storm. “All your orgasms are mine.”

I press my face into the mattress as black spots dot my vision, heart thundering in my chest. I have given up breathing entirely.

Elliot laps at me until the waves finally recede, dipping inside me and circling my clit lightly with his tongue until the top half of my body collapses against the bed while my bottom half hangs bonelessly off the edge.

I feel Elliot stand, his strong hands circling my waist. He flips me over and slides me up until my head is on the pillows.

Standing at the foot of the bed, he pushes his boxers down, his cock springing up, long and thick and leaking.

He wraps his hand around himself, stroking slowly while raking his gaze down my body.

“Goddamn, Amelia, you look so good all spread out for me.”

Elliot’s voice is raspy and deep, and he’s looking at me like I am the most precious thing on earth.

His grip tightens, his breath gusting out as he rolls his hand over his crown.

Never in my life have I felt this desired.

This loved and safe and comfortable in my own skin.

It’s a gift, I realize, to be loved this much, to be wanted like this.

It’s good. This thing between us is so fucking good that emotion clogs my throat, and suddenly even the two feet of distance between us is too much.

I prop myself up on my elbows, drawing up my knees and letting them fall open, my eyes never leaving his.

“Come here,” I whisper. “I need you. Please.”

“Fuck,” Elliot says quietly, his eyes dropping down to where I’m bared to him, as open and vulnerable as I’ve ever been, but I feel neither of those things.

I feel everything.

He walks forward until his knees hit the bed, then he climbs over me, covering my body with his. “You are perfect, Amelia. You did so well, coming all over my fingers and soaking my face like that. I can’t wait to feel you all wrapped around me.”

Elliot hovers over me with one hand pressed to the bed beside my head.

With his other hand cupping my face, he runs his thumb over my lower lip before dropping his head and pressing his lips to mine, rocking his hips forward so his rock-hard cock slides against me, his tip nudging my clit.

I whimper into his mouth, the little sparks of pleasure making me roll my hips up to meet his slow, measured strokes.

“I told you how much I love you, but now I want to show you. Will you let me?”

“God, yes,” I say breathlessly, pleasure igniting in my core at the way his cock keeps brushing my clit. “I love you so damn much. Get inside me, El. Show me, and I’ll show you too.”

Elliot’s pupils are blown, desire shining in the dark orbs and his hair falling across his forehead as he locks his gaze with mine.

He reaches down and hooks an arm under my knee, spreading me wide and notching his cock at my entrance, his expression a mixture of heat, desire, and control that has a shiver of anticipation racing down my spine.

He has never looked more beautiful. “Eyes on me, Amelia, while we show each other what this love looks like.”

Elliot presses his free arm to the bed, his thumb stroking down my jaw as he pushes inside me slowly, our moans mingling together.

And when I said it was good, this thing between us, what I meant was it’s transcendent and holy and written on the stars.

This isn’t the first time we’ve done this, but it feels like the first time, our hearts wide open, love pouring out of both of us at this moment of joining.

Our breaths mingle between us and our hearts beat in sync, and no one in this world or any other can tell me that this man wasn’t made just for me—and me for him.

“There she is,” Elliot rasps, bottoming out inside me, wrapping the leg he’s holding around his hip.

He lays his other arm by my head, pulling out and then thrusting back in, angling his hips to hit me exactly where I need him.

“Feel how well you take me? How perfectly your tight little pussy wraps around my cock? You feel incredible, Amelia. You feel like mine.”

Elliot drops his head and seals his mouth over mine.

The kiss is deep and desperate—exactly like the way he’s fucking me.

With long, steady strokes and perfect rolls of his hips that have tension blooming in my belly, pleasure races up my spine as I wrap my other leg around his waist and arch up to meet him, chasing the orgasm that is just out of reach.

“You feel so fucking good,” Elliot murmurs against my mouth as he speeds up his strokes, his lower body rocking against me so perfectly I never want this to end. “The way your pussy clenches around me. You’re close baby, aren’t you?”

“God, yes,” I gasp, gripping his shoulders, digging my nails in until I’m sure I’m going to leave marks. The thought of him wearing evidence of this night is thrilling enough to ratchet my desire up another notch. “This is so good, El. Oh, my god.”

“It’s good because we were fucking made for each other. Come for me, Ames, give me what’s mine.”

Elliot drops his head and sucks a nipple into his mouth, flicking it with his tongue as he snaps his hips forward, fucking with me abandon until the pressure building in my core snaps.

“Holy fuck,” I cry, slamming my eyes shut as the wave overtakes me, hot pleasure gushing through me.

“Open your eyes, Amelia. When you come for me, you look at me.”

My eyes flutter open and there he is, hovering above me, sweat glistening on his forehead, his tight jaw and the intense concentration in his eyes evidence of his restraint as his hips never let up, working me through my release.

“Elliot.” It’s all I can manage as my body trembles and spasms through what is definitely the longest orgasm in history.