Quick work was made of the remaining articles of Elmont's clothing until he was bare, and Elleree pushed the covers aside with eager hands.

The pillows at the head of the bed were propped behind Elmont's back; he cast her a warm smile, waiting as patient and composed as ever. He reached for her, trailing his fingers along the curve of her jaw.

Elleree returned his smile, steeled her courage and turned to the task that had occupied every one of her dreams, day and night since the last they had been together. He was hot and hard in her hand, her fingers curving neatly around the width of his shaft. She pumped him once, twice, slow, even, and he groaned.

On his back, breath ragged, she felt a power over him she never had before. He was laid before her, at her mercy, eager for her will and it set a fiery heat to life in her belly.

"John," she purred his name, a little breathless, and shifted to rest on her hip at his side.

Carefully, gently she stroked him again, savoring the weight and feel of him in her hand. He grew harder, larger still and she gave a little sigh, scooting closer. A tiny bead of liquid formed on his tip and she watched, mesmerized, enchanted, then she could simply watch no more. Bending fully she lowered her mouth to him for the first time, her tongue darting out to catch the drop before she slid her lips around him.

She savored the taste, for it was him and it was wonderful. As careful as she could, as she didn't know fully what to do, she moved her hand to his muscled thigh and she bobbed her head, sliding him deeper into her mouth. Then she lifted her head again, swirling her tongue around the crown, hoping to catch another taste of him.

Elmont gave a quiet groan as she did this and he slid one hand into her hair cupping the back of her head. The motion gathered the mass of copper-colored hair that had been draped over his side and held it back and she knew it was meant so he could watch the movement of her mouth over his swollen shaft as much as it was meant for him to touch her.

Kissing the tip, she grasped him once again in her hand and let her gaze slide up his body, noting the tension in his flat stomach, taut with his effort to maintain control.

His eyes were hooded, his breath short and she watched as he licked his lips. "Is it alright?" She couldn't help asking.

"Oh yes," he answered. His voice was hoarse and thick. Gently, his fingers rubbed against the back of her head, and he shifted, flexing his hips, encouraging, so she lowered her mouth back to his cock.

The taste of him was musky, a little salty and...warm, she licked and sucked at the head again, reveling in his answering groan and then she tilted her chin down to take him farther in, relaxing her jaw as much as she was able until he bumped the back of her throat.

Elleree pulled back quickly, unsure, but he gasped, harsh and needy and it was such a beautiful sound she had to do it again. It was easier the second time, and she inhaled through her nose to keep relaxed. Elmont moaned deeply and Elleree instinctively hummed, bobbing her head.

As she sucked at the tip of him again, flicking her tongue over the slit, he moaned her name, his fingers tightening in her hair and she finally raised her head to look at him.

It was surprising, but she felt her own arousal streaming through her, flooding her senses and making heat spark within her core.

"You are so beautiful," he whispered.

His hand tangled further in her hair and he gave the gentlest of tugs as he spoke. "Come here."

The hoarseness of his voice, and the want in his blue eyes made her heart flutter wildly.


Elmont took a deep breath, fighting to maintain the last of his composure as Elleree's soft, warm mouth slid down the length of him once more.

Her tongue curled around his shaft, fluttered at the tip, she licked, then sucked...and Elmont had to grasp the linens with his free hand to hold his control, to not thrust, not grip her hair too roughly. It felt good; she felt good.

He forced his heavy eyelids open, and focused on the sight of her - her lips pink and full, her eyes glittering in the low light. The silky night gown she had bought was still on, and it was beautiful, the cream color highlighting the smoothness of her skin. Her cheeks were flushed and he knew she was enjoying this as well. The thought made him feel more desperate passion than he ever remembered feeling before. She took his cock all the way into her mouth again and he moaned her name, wanting her, all of her.

When she looked at him, he was overcome with the sight of her and he told her so. Something hot and entirely masculine unfurled within him, low in his belly, and his desire grew. He needed to take her, make her his own.

"Come here."

Elleree took a shaky breath but smiled, sitting up a little straighter before she moved to straddle his lap.

He caught the swell of her hips in his hands and rubbed the slippery material of her nightgown over her skin, shifting her just enough so she was pressed hard against his shaft. She rocked her hips and they both moaned at the sensation. She was warm and soft on him, and he never wanted anything else again.

The swell of her lower lip caught in her teeth as he rocked his hips again, and she jerked against him, trailing her fingers across his chest. Gold caught fire in her eyes as they looked at each other and she seemed to decide something.

Rising on her knees above him, Elleree grasped the sides of her nightgown and pulled it deftly over her head. Without thought, Elmont lifted his hands to her bare breasts, cupping and kneading them gently as she tossed her nightgown off the end of the bed.

She sighed sweetly as he swept his thumbs across her nipples, watching them peak to his caress and she rubbed herself, light but purposeful, over his arousal, gasping as she did.

Elmont could delay no longer. Without preamble, he reached for his own swollen length, positioning himself to her, and guiding her to slide down on top of him. She was hot and slick and she felt like heaven. In only a moment, he was sheathed fully within her, stretching and filling her. Elleree's eyes were shut, her head tilted back as she gasped for breath, and made quiet little sounds of pleasure. Elmont lifted his hips and she moved with him, rocking in counterpoint, her hands braced on his stomach. With the tips of his fingers he caught each nipple, pinching and rolling. She opened her eyes to meet his as she whimpered.

"Elleree," he whispered. He let his right hand rise to thread within her soft hair, tumbled in loose waves about her shoulders. He cupped the back of her head, drawing her down, and she moved willingly, until she was pressed to him. Their lips met, touched so softly, teasing. The tip of Elmont's tongue traced the swell of her lower lip and then slid into her mouth, stroking her own tongue; the taste of her was sweet. He needed her.

In a surge of movement Elmont wrapped his free arm tight around her body, and turned her beneath him without losing his sheath, settling between her thighs, spreading them wide. Elleree cried out; he caught her mouth again, kissing her fully and used his leverage to thrust deep within her. She broke the kiss as she gasped for air, tossing her head and making her hair spread across his pillow. Her arms tightened around him, hands clutching his muscled arms as her legs drew further apart, allowing him to sink deeper within her body. Elmont pressed his lips to her throat and began to thrust, impossibly slow, perfectly even, drawing out every single sensation of him sliding into her and his body moving against hers.

Beneath him, Elleree writhed and cried, whimpering his name and lost in pleasure. Braced on one arm, he slid the other hand down her body, pausing to tweak her nipple so he could hear her cry again, then slipped it underneath her so he could cup the swell of her bottom in his hand.

She was soft and supple against his palm and he lifted her, pressing her tighter against him as he continued his tortuously steady strokes.

Elleree's breath quickened but her eyes stayed closed. Her body moved instinctively, desperate for friction, and she pleaded, her voice nearly lost, over and over as she rolled her hips into his.

Sweat beaded on Elmont's forehead, and between his shoulder blades, a sheen of sweet moisture. His arm began to quiver, so he shifted and dropped his body to hers. The flush in her cheeks, the feel of her hot and tight and writhing beneath him - it was all too much, and he let his strokes hasten. Pleasure danced just beyond them and he wanted it, wanted it for her, and himself.

Elleree cried louder and Elmont slipped his hand between them, circling his fingertip around her swollen clit. Her reaction was instantaneous; she came, calling his name, shaking hard and clinging to him as wave after wave of pleasure seemed to consume her.

As her body clenched tight, pulsed around his cock, Elmont felt his own orgasm cresting, then it too broke over him. He groaned, his voice hoarse and deep and buried his face at her throat, his body still pumping deeply into hers.

All sense of time and purpose fell away. Elleree clutched him tightly, her chest rising and falling with each deep gasping breath until her pleasure finally began to ebb into contentedness and her hold loosened.

Elmont slipped carefully from her slicked passage, and fell to her side on the bed. Gathering her close, he pressed her body to his and savored the feeling.

"That was wonderful," she murmured.

Elmont chuckled, bending his head to kiss her bare shoulder. "Quite," was his easy reply. He wanted her, like this, by his side forever and her soft satisfied sigh as she snuggled closer to him told him she felt the same. They stayed curled around each other as Elmont pulled the bedding up to cover them, and drowsed until they both recovered. They made love again, sweet and slow, and slept together until the sun rose.