Page 150 of Stolen Voices

I yearn for you. Your touch is a fire, burning, scorching, flooding desire.

His touches are a passionate inferno. What I didn’t imagine was how his touch would make me feel safe and loved. How his touch would reach down to my soul and mend the pieces stripped away and stolen from me. That he would give me the strength I need to help me find my voice again.

His head dips between my legs, and my body overrides my brain before turning it off. I groan, getting lost in the way the man between my legs makes me feel.

He laps at my dripping center with a guttural groan. “Hold on tight, baby. Pull my hair and grind that sweet cunt of yours all over my face until you come.”

I grip his hair and tug as he covers my pussy with his mouth and fucks me with his tongue.

“Elijiah,” I shout and mumble his name between pants. I’m wound so tight that when his tongue lashes at my clit, I smash his face into my pussy and come apart on his tongue like he asked.

“Fuck, I love when you scream my name. I’m so fucking hard for you.” Eli licks up every drop of my arousal, until I can’t take any more, and nudges his head away. He grips my wrist and presses it into the mattress. “I’m not done, Callie. Or are you using your safe word?”

“No. Don’t stop.” My clit is so sensitive, but if he stops his sensual assault, I might die.

“Give me one more, Callie.”

“Oh god, I don’t know if I can.”

“You can and you will.” Eli grabs the pillow beside me and, lifting my hips, slides it under me, changing the angle. “I promise I’ll make this one quick. If the pressure gets too intense, you can say ‘rainbow’ or you can relax your pelvic muscles and embrace it. But I really hope you let go and ride the pressure to the end.”

He slips back between my legs and throws them over his shoulders. He blows a hot breath on my glistening core.

My pussy spasms in anticipation of his magical mouth. “Fuuuck.” I throw my head back.

“Eyes on me, my little bluebird. It’s time for you to sing.” He hovers above my pussy with a hungry look on his face. A stream of spit falls from his lips and lands on my clit with a warm splash.

My core visibly throbs from the erotic display, which earns me a devilish grin from the sexiest man alive.

Why the fuck was that so hot?

The question disappears like ether as he dips his head and tongues my pussy, spreading his spit through my folds, all while keeping his eyes locked on mine. “This pussy belongs to me. Only me.”

“Yes,” I hiss. “Only you.”

I’ve already had two earth-shattering orgasms, but when he begins his carnal assault this time, it’s different. He flicks the sensitive bundle of nerves with his tongue while simultaneously fucking me with two fingers. Now, the tension that pools in my belly is lower and more intense. It sits deep below the surface, under my clit and behind my pubic bone. The pressure Eli spoke of intensifies, and I have the strange urge to pee.

“What in the… Oh god.” I thrash from side to side as the string connecting the two sensations stretches to the brink of breaking.

“Fuck, Callie, you’re strangling my fingers. Let go. Embrace it.” He curls his digits forward and taps the spot behind my clit. His tongue moves faster and he matches the pace with his fingers, pumping them faster, adding more pressure to the front of my walls. “Keep your eyes on me, princess.”

The stimulation is almost too much to keep my eyelids open, but my body only has one goal: to obey Eli. I unclench and, in a rush of sparkling energy, the string snaps. I watch as water gushes out of me in a stream.

As quickly as he can, Eli sits on his knees and pulls my hips up, soaking his cock in my…

“What the fuck is that?”

“That was you squirting all over my dick like a good girl.” Eli strokes his drenched cock as liquid drips down his pelvis and thighs. “Thank you.”

I bark a breathy laugh. “You’re thanking me for letting you give me the best orgasm I’ve ever had?”

Eli crawls up the length of my body and places his palms on either side of my head. He dunks his head, sprinkling kisses across my neck. “Yeah, baby. I am. It’s a gift watching you come. Fuck, I could watch you fall apart a million times and never tire of seeing your mouth fall open, your eyes glaze over, your breath hitch, and your pussy spasm. It’s a beautiful sight to see.” He hooks his finger in my chain. “I feel privileged witnessing an angel during her divine ascent to heaven.”

My hussy of a vagina throbs at his praise. “I need you inside me. Right now, Eli. Please.”

“I love it when you beg.” Eli reaches for the paper bag and pulls out a box of condoms.

I grab his wrist. “Don’t. I want you inside me. Nothing between us.”