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I must have fallen into a state of bliss, my body fully relaxed, fully sedated from that. I'm not about to start thinking about my number but it has never, never been close to that. And goddamn. It took me 55 years to finally have this? I am never letting it, him, go. EVER.
Maybe that's a little, okay a lot frightening, but I believe him when he says he's not leaving again. And if he's serious, God, he better be fucking serious, this is it. He is it for me. Our first kiss? That was the last first kiss I'll ever have. Our first time? That was the last first time I'll ever have. And God, they were both perfect.
I'm not sure if Elliot had fallen into one too but it's not long after I rise from mine that his lips start pressing light kisses along the side of my neck. My jawline. My cheekbones. The tip of my nose. And by the time he makes it to my lips, I have this, what I'm sure is, cheeky fucking smile on my face. This man does things to me. He really does.
He grins with me, whispers, "Hi" and when I whisper it back because I guess we really are teenagers, he captures my lips in the must tender kiss. His tongue darts out to rub along my bottom lip and I tilt my head slightly to run my tongue along his. It's a gentle touch. A tease before he's pulling away. Not a lot, just enough to speak, his words blowing hot air on my lips, "Am I crushing you?"
I almost laugh. Almost. I mean the man is solid muscle, he really is, but it's not like I'm skinny down here. My body is complete with large breasts, a slight pouch at my abdomen area, wide hip, a big ass and thick thighs. There's no way he could really crush me. "You want me to ask you that when I'm on top of you?" Because let's face it, I probably weigh more than him.
His eyes darken and shit. Then he's lifting off my body, just enough to look in between us. To look at me, all of me, once more. He's still resting inside of me. His soft dick keeping me warm in a way I've never experienced before, my thighs are still open wide and with the way his fucking eyes drag along the expanse of bare body again makes me clench around him. Jesus, there is no way I still look like that.
The clench makes him grin, cocky bastard, and his eyes come back to mine, "You're so delicious, Liv."
Okay. That I laugh at. Not a funny laugh, more of an embarrassed laugh that I cover my face with my hands with. Delicious. No one has ever called me delicious before.
He chuckles too, presses his lips lightly on my hands covering my face and once more lowers his body on top of me. His fingers threading in my hair and yes, this is exactly where I want him. I lower my hands, wrap them around his neck, pull his lips down to mine again. He kisses me gently and I whisper, "You're not crushing me." Because he did ask me and the least I can do is answer the man.
"Okay, good."
Then he kisses me deeply. It's all tongue and lips and occasional teeth catching against one another and it makes my blood run hot. Makes me moist once more. Makes my legs squeeze around him. He groans into my mouth, pulls away from my lips, leaves us both breathless, panting and wanting.
"Sorry, I'm not 20 years younger. I would have been ready for another round already."
I smile, shake my head to dismiss him much like he did when I apologized for not bringing lube. We're old. Okay, I guess we're not too old if we can still have the sex we just had but our bodies are different because of time. And that's something we'll learn to work around. "That's okay, we have time." Really, we do. We can just kiss until he's ready to go again because I love his kissing and I really want to go again.
I see something flash across his eyes and since I just want his lips back on me, I'm not going to read too much into it. I just tilt my chin up, pucker my lips and Elliot doesn't deny me. Kisses me again with the same fucking intensity he keeps kissing me with and fuck. This man and his mouth.
I'm so consumed in his tongue hitting the roof of my mouth that I almost miss the word, "Relax," against my lips. I'm not sure what he means by relax but when his hands grab my hips and squeeze, I realize exactly what he means. I want to protest because I'm perfectly content with him resting inside of me until he grows hard once more but something about the look on his face has me nodding in acknowledgement. I relax my inner muscles, relax my hips and thighs and when he slips out of me, I can't help the whimper that falls from my lips. I really like the man inside of me. And without him? I feel a sense of emptiness.
He swallows my whimper, rubs his nose against mine, promises to be back when he's ready and kisses me again. I'm not sure why he had to withdraw from me to keep kissing me but his tongue is staking claim in my mouth once more and there's no way I can voice my disagreement right now.
Then his lips are moving. Across my jawline, to my ear to pull my lobe into his mouth and fuck that alone makes me arch and moan under him. And when he notices how much I like it, he takes his time. His tongue swirls around my ear, his teeth catch different parts of it and Jesus, I never knew my fucking ear was so sensitive. I'm panting, trying to lift my hips to grind against... something because I need some goddamn friction again.
"Feel good?"
Like he even needs to ask that fucking question with the way I'm responding. But I answer anyways with a moan of, "God, yes."
And then he's moving again, down my neck, sucking my skin into his mouth, biting, nipping, marking and I'm seriously going to kill him when I look into the mirror. Is it still even turtle neck weather? And what about this trip? I didn't pack any turtle necks. Well, I guess I'm walking around looking like a fucking teenager. Guess it matches our fucking teenage love struck thing we got going on right now. And fuck, Noah? I am so screwed.
But the way his teeth catch my skin, the way his tongue soothes it, the way his lips suck, bring so much want to my veins that I can't bring myself to tell him to stop. His mouth is everywhere. Sucking that sweet spot right under my ear, running his tongue along the whole expanse if my throat and I'm so consumed in the pleasure running through me that all I do is tilt and twist my neck to give him as much access as he needs... as he wants.
They move down along my shoulders, across my collarbones, never stopping the perfect combination of sucking, biting and soothing and I have a pretty good idea that by the end of this weekend, this man is going to have touched every piece of my skin with his mouth. Shit.
I never thought I would enjoy my breasts being so intimately touched again. Brian wouldn't even try to touch them and I always felt like Ed touched them too much. He had a way of fixating on my scars and although that was less painful than the spots where they are being ignored, soft kisses being placed on every single one of them is painful. It reminded me of every single one of them and I don't want to be reminded of every single one of them. Especially during these moments.
But Elliot touches them, touches me, like the scars don't exist. Like my skin is as smooth as he always imagined it would be. His palms are firm when they squeeze them, his lips are eager when they suck every portion of them into his mouth, his tongue is wet, leaving a trail of saliva to cool against my skin. It's incredible, fantastic and I'm thankful. Thankful that, after so long, he has made me feel like this again.
My body arches, my mouth moans, the apex of my thighs becomes wetter, my blood runs hotter. And God, I feel like I'm close, again.
And when his mouth wraps around my nipple once more, I let out a high pitched moan. I'm not sure how that sound came out of my deep voice but it did. His tongue laves and his lips suck and my moans grow a little higher with each pass between my nipples. "Elllll..." I whimper when his teeth catch against my right one and Jesus Christ, my body is on fire.
And just when I'm about to beg him for something more, he pops off my nipple, trails his lips to the underside of my breast. My breasts are big and heavy now. The weight of them causing them to sag... although that word is really fucking unsexy, that's exactly what they do. So, he has to lift them slightly to get to the underside of them but even that is so sexy with this man. His eyes drag up to mine, his teeth sink into my flesh before his lips trail even lower, to the top of my ribcage and oh. Oh.
Okay, that definitely took me a little bit too long to figure out but now that I know exactly where that mouth is headed, I almost can't stop my squirm of anticipation... excitement. He gives me that grin that literally makes my heart stop now and says with a mouth full of my flesh, "Yes?"
"God, yes. But..." I don't know a lot about Elliot sexually... yet. I'm learning him, like he's learning me but I have more than a handful of past experiences and I know how past men have reacted. I can feel myself, us, seeping out of me. Can feel the dampness of the mattress under me and knowing that it's not only me, makes me hot. I haven't allowed a lot of men to come inside of me. Comes with being a sex crime detective, I guess. And although his sperm is of no use now, I'm too old to get pregnant, I try to ignore the little sting of pain at that fact because Elliot is the only man I ever wanted to have a child with, knowing that a piece of him is inside of me, turns me on. But that means, he's not only going to be tasting me, he's going to be tasting himself, us. Is he okay with that?
"But what, Liv?"
Oh right, I didn't finish that sentence. He's waiting for me to finish it because Elliot likes this talking thing. He likes me to express everything and I like it too. But how do I phrase this? Does he want me to clean up? "Do you want me to..."
I can see the minute that it registers what I'm asking and he gives me that fucking grin again. Nips the middle of my ribcage, makes me laugh lightly, and says in the sexiest fucking voice I've ever heard in my life, "Fuck, no." I clench, his lips trail lower, his teeth catch against my skin and fuck me. "I want to taste us." His tongue dips into my belly button, swirls around firmly and goddamn, this fucking gushing thing this man makes me do is almost unreal.
He wants to taste us. Wants to taste the evidence of what he left behind coupled with what he has made me produce and why is that so fucking hot right now? I swear to God, with the way his tongue is licking its way across the spot right under my belly button and the way his eyes are dark and heated with desire, I don't know how much more of this I can take.
He must be able to see it in my face, feel it in my trembling body, hear it in the moans that are falling from my lips because he asks, "Are you close already?"
And with his goddamn voice? Fuck! My eyes squeeze shut because I'm just trying to find a little bit of control here. He hasn't even touched me, I mean not where he wants to be touching, although I think he wants to be touching everything, and I'm on edge. I nod because I'm supposed to answer him and try to take a deep fucking breath.
His teeth nip my hipbone, his hands slide sensually up my thighs that are still spread wide open for him and he's everywhere. "Don't fight them, baby." Oh God. Almost between every word there's a new kiss, a new suck, a new nip, a new grab. "Let them happen." Jesus Christ. My hands reach for his shoulders because I have to touch him. "I want them all to happen." Fuck. My eyes open because I need to watch him. "Come as many times as you possibly can, Olivia." Okay. Maybe it was the way he just rolled that fucking O for my name or the way his eyes bore into mine or the way his mouth literally just fucking sucked the part of pubic region I keep covered with hair in his mouth, but that pressure that was slowly building in my clit, explodes gently.
"Elliiioot!" Yeah, it's a good thing we booked a room far from our children for this because I do not need anyone of them, or his mother, hearing how fucking loud I can be. And he's literally, just getting started with this part.
He groans against my flesh, "Keep them coming, baby."
Fuck, I can't decide if I hate this man or if I love him right now. My hips arch underneath him because I need him to put his mouth on me. But Elliot isn't finished, of course he isn't finished teasing me because although he lowers his body, places one thigh over each shoulder, lines his face right up to my most intimate area, awarding him a close up view of me and my God that fucking growl of approval is enough to shoot a jolt of pleasure through me as well, his lips land on my inner thigh.
My very inner thigh. The very sensitive part that makes me jump and moan. Makes me beg for more. And when he realizes how sensitive it is, bastard takes his time here. His tongue runs in all different directions, his groans vibrate my skin, and then I realize he's not only working me up, he's cleaning me up. Licking and sucking all of my, our, arousal that has seeped onto my thighs, and damn this man is freaky. His lips suck kisses all the way down one thigh, until he hits my inner knee and fuck that spot is really fucking sensitive too.
"Please… El. You're killing… mmm… killing me."
His teeth sink into the spot behind my knee softly, my body jolts and my fucking God, how is this both too much and not enough at the same time? "Don't worry, Liv. I'll get there."
"Get there faster!" He's really fucking killing me.
He chuckles against my skin and this is not funny. At all. I just came and I feel like I'm teetering on the edge again and I know he told me to keep coming but Jesus, I'm terrified of being worn out before we even get to the really good stuff. His lips trail back up my thigh, sucking, of course because he seems to be on a mission to leave as many marks as possible on my body and no, I still don't fucking care. When he meets that super sensitive spot once more his lips draw closer to me and yes, fucking finally, I whisper a quiet, "Yes."
But, I guess I forgot I have a whole other leg he hasn't paid attention too yet because when all I feel is a breath of hot air against my soaked flesh, I arch my hips to try to get more of him. Elliot is an asshole though. He really fucking is. Because that mouth that I so desperately want on my throbbing pussy, connects instead to my other thigh. "Nooo…" I don't want any more of that!
He chuckles once more against my flesh and that's it. "You're an asshole." It's more of a whine than anything but he really fucking is right now.
"Patience, Liv."
"I've been patient… I just want you to eat me out already." I've fantasized about this moment more than I care to admit and it just needs to happen.
He groans, sinks his teeth into my inner thigh and runs his tongue along me once more. I'm sure it's to gather the rest of my arousal because he groans again at the taste. My eyes are open, watching him because I need to know exactly when he finally decides it's time to run his tongue where I want it most. I watch him settle deeper in between my thighs, watch his eyes rake along me again. Up close and personal and my God.
"So beautiful," he says. And he's not talking to me, well I mean my vagina is a part of me, but he's talking to her. I don't think anyone has ever called my vagina beautiful either and yeah, I like that too. Evident by that fucking gush that just escaped me. He lets out one of those sexy ass growls again and if he would stop fucking teasing me, I'm pretty positive he could get one of those gushes in his mouth. And goddamn, I'm tired of fucking waiting. Let's go inner sex goddess.
"Come on, El. I thought you wanted to taste me." He draws his eyes to mine, his eyes dark and full of want. "Us. I thought you wanted to tasted us."
He groans, licks his lips and bows his head down. The first touch is barely there. A light swipe of his tongue from my entrance to my clit and shit, just that has me calling out. "UHH!"
I can see the curve of his lips and I really don't give a fuck about how loud I am right now. Sure, we may have neighbors but it's not like I'm ever going to see them again and they can just deal with it.
I expect him to tease me more because seriously he seems to have a goal to drive me crazy during this whole thing so I try to relax myself to prepare for it. But either he wants to surprise me or he can't wait any longer either because instead of feeling another light touch, his tongue is flat and firm. Another solid lick from my entrance to my clit, complete with a flick to my most sensitive bundle of nerves and fuck.
His tongue is everywhere. Exploring, learning and… teaching. That spot where my inner labia meet my outer labia, oh, another spot I didn't know was so goddamn sensitive, and when I let out a sound of improvement, he sucks the whole spot in his mouth. "MMMM, El." Yeah, this mouth of mine is going to be bad when we go back to reality and have to sneak around in our own beds. That spot to the right of my clit, that one has always been very sensitive and Elliot is one of the few men who have actually found it. It makes my hips buck and he has to readjust his hands on my thighs to keep me in his grasp. My whimper turns into a series of moans when his tongue knocks against that spot a few times and I swear to God, when he sucks that spot into his mouth my eyes not only roll back, I feel the biggest gush I've felt so far. Yeah, this mouth really does wonders to my body.
He groans against me, makes me buck once more and shit. I guess I'm not the only one who is going to have trouble keeping quiet and fuck, that's super fucking sexy too. He abandons that spot, for now, and I want to whine in protest because a couple really good sucks against that spot will have me liquid in his arms, although I'm already fucking liquid in his arms, but when his tongue firmly runs over the roof of my clit, I completely forget about that whine. Fuck that spot. I like this one better anyways.
He keeps his tongue firm, rubs it over the roof a few times and God, I like this. I like this overly slow buildup because I know that when I do orgasm, it's going to be so fucking good. The slow buildups always are. His tongue moves down and fuck, I know exactly where he's about to hit. My hips buck against him again as soon as he makes contact with my really fucking sweet spot, his name escapes my mouth on an exhale and yes, this has now become one of my favorite things again.
His tongue flicks against my clit firmly and quickly and since my eyes are squeezed shut on account of the pleasure running through my veins, I'm not sure if he sees my nod of approval at the pace. "Like that, Elliot. God…"
I feel my pleasure building, feel my nipples tighten and they can really use some attention right now. So, my eyes open and my hands go searching for his. Sure, I can touch my own nipples but I'm pretty sure he will rather want to do it and I kind of enjoy my spot on the top of his head. He sees me searching, lifts his hand from around my thigh to link his fingers with mine and this, this is definitely intimate and since I love the intimate moments with this man, I go searching for the other hand, which he gives to me too. I rest one of our link hands back on my thigh. Let him maneuver our hands so he can still grip my flesh, and pull the other one up to my breast. His eyes watch mine and at the same time I place his hand on top of my breast and give it an encouraging squeeze, he groans lowly and wraps his lips around my clit.
I yelp. Really there's no other word to describe the sound that just came out of my mouth and fuck, the man knows how to not disappoint on any of the movements I ask from him. His hand massages my breast and his thumb and forefinger pinch my nipple in tune to the suck of his lips and Jesus Christ. My hands clutch his head to pull his mouth more firmly against me because more. I want more. "Suck harder, Elliot."
His lips curve up into a grin around my clit and when his tongue rolls against it once, I almost curse him. I said suck, not… "GAAA!" Okay, the way he's sucking right now is exactly what I was asking for. I would call him a bastard but my pleasure is building quick and fast inside of me and as long as he doesn't stop what he's doing, he's not a bastard anymore. The pressure that he's applying to my clit is fucking amazing and my God, the tips of my toes are tingling. "Ugh, El… I'm going to… fuck… I'm gonna come!"
And I do. I really fucking do. My pleasure erupts, my hips buck and his hand leaves my breast to hold my thighs down hard underneath him. It keeps me from bucking my hips, keeps me from closing my thighs and Jesus Christ, he won't fucking stop sucking. My orgasm feels like its endless, my whole body is vibrating, a loud continuous moan of "OHHHHH" is falling from my lips and I cannot take anymore! I swear my fucking clit is so sensitive it's on the point of almost being painful. "Elliot! WAIT… Please, wait."
But Elliot is an asshole and when I realize he isn't letting up on me, I literally, literally, place both my hands on his forehead and push, hard. "Elllll!" The push finally gets him to relent on me, finally gets his lips to land on my outer thigh. And God, I'm lucky I didn't fucking die from that one. My mind is fuzzy, my breathing is deep, I swear I'm still whimpering and fuck.
His lips are pressing light kisses along my thighs, my arm is thrown over my eyes because I swear the little bit of light shining in from the living room is enough to scald my over sensitized eyes right now, and I try to regain my composure.
As soon as my thighs stop shaking and my breathing is even, I open my eyes to look down at him. "You good?" He asks and what an asshole.
"Shut up."
He laughs and I expect him to crawl back up my body because really, after that, he needs to be crawling back up my body. But with the way his eyes drag along the heat of me once more, my body shivers. No fucking way. No way is he going back down there with his mouth right now. I cannot handle that shit. "Elliot… no."
He gives me that fucking grin and NO. I'm already trying to twist my thighs but he says, "Wait, let me try something and if it's too much, I'll stop."
I groan but he doesn't give me chance to respond. Whatever he wants to try he's leaning into try and I swear if he touches my clit again, I'm going to kill him. But he uses his hands on my thighs to arch my hips up the tiniest bit more, draws his eyes up to mine and swirls his tongue around my opening. Oh. Okay.
I moan his name quietly and this time when he smiles at me, I can't help but smile back. Only Elliot would find a way to keep doing what he wants to be doing.
"Good?" He asks. It's again not needed but sweet.
"Mmhhmm."
He dips his tongue inside of me slightly, and goddamn this man's tongue is heaven. Absolute heaven. And when he lets out that fucking growl against me, I gush. Right on his tongue and my God. The look of satisfaction on the man's face, coupled with the groan that escapes his mouth only makes me gush again. Fuck, not only does his voice make me gush, watching makes me gush. And Jesus, I really wish I could see more.
My eyes must give it away because he pulls his tongue from me slightly and says, "You want to watch, baby?"
I nod because I do, I really do. And even if this is the only way I can watch, I'll fucking take it. But Elliot, always attentive to my needs and wants, although he's already been so fucking attentive, sits up enough to shove another pillow under my hips.
I'm not at all flexible. I never have been and age coupled with weight gain has made me even less flexible but the extra pillow tilts my hips even more and with the added pillow that I just shoved under my head, it's the best view I'm going to get right now.
"Better?"
God, my fucking heart. "Yeah, better."
Then his tongue is back inside of me, his tongue swirling firm circles inside of me and with the view I have he literally looks like he's savoring a fucking piece of watermelon.
Goddamn I can't stop gushing. He groans on every one of them, swallows every one of them and after one of them he pulls away with a groan. His mouth is glistening from me, from us, and he says in that voice, "You taste so fucking good, Liv."
Fuck. When the last time someone told me that? Elliot has already made me feel a lot of things. Some things I've never felt in my life. And at this moment, with his face between my legs, his tongue sticking out to run across the lip that is soaked in us, I feel so sexy. There's something about a man really enjoying this that I think makes every woman weak at the knees.
And since I'm feeling sexy… "We, Elliot. We taste so good." Because in case he's forgotten, which I'm pretty sure he hasn't, he did come inside of me not long ago. His eyes darken even more, he groans, his fingers squeeze my thighs and oh, Elliot likes me to talk too. And since he likes it and I like it, why not keep doing it? That inner sex goddess wants me to keep doing it anyways. My hips arch just enough to rub myself lightly against his chin, "Keep going. It was really good."
He grins at me, dips his head back down to slide his tongue back inside of me. "Yes, Elliot. Like that."
Well, guess I found my voice. He groans loudly, makes me gush again and fuck, I want to come. Around his tongue. Another thing I haven't done yet and makes sense why he wasn't fucking done down here yet. Through our talking, his grip on my thighs has loosened slightly, so I'm able to arch my hips against his face. And oh, that feels really good. I want more of that.
I expect to have to beg him to let me go so I can keep moving.
But when his hands leave my thighs to grab hold of my bare ass, and damn that took him a second to take hold of, I cannot only hear his groan, I feel it. He squeezes me hard, makes me moan loud because damn, I like that too and pulls my hips back and forth against his tongue.
My fucking God. There is no way. No way are we thinking the same exact thing right now. But he moves me again, and okay, I guess we fucking are. My hips move against his tongue on my own pace. My body chasing towards the release it desperately thinks it needs although she's already had four tonight. Elliot encourages every movement. Groans with almost every one of them, grips my ass hard, helps me rotate my hips and when his fucking tongue matches my movements? MY GOD. My legs fall from his shoulders, my feet plant on the mattress to aide in the arch of my body and Jesus, I can feel myself pulse around his tongue that he has decided to keep solid inside of me.
He prolongs it out, lets every ounce of pleasure seep from me and when my body finally goes limp, his tongue withdraws. I feel spent, I really fucking do. Which is some bullshit because I really wanted to go another round. But maybe if I take a second, I can get my breathing under enough control to do just that.
So, I'm breathing. My body take deep breaths in and deep breaths out and I'm about to pull him back up to use his lips to help me but I feel him again. Feel his finger trailing lightly along my outer labia, feel him tough my clit softly and when my body fucking jolts, because that it is still too fucking sensitive, he trails it lower. Dips into my entrance slightly and fuck, what is this man doing to me.
"I'm not done yet," he whispers and yeah, thanks for that insight Captain obvious. I moan and when that finger starts stretching me once more, I sigh. "We may have a problem."
What? A problem? I can barely even speak right now, so I offer a, "Hmm?"
His lips place a gentle kiss on my patch of hair again and he says, "I think I'm addicted to you."
Well. That makes me laugh lightly. I don't really see how that's a problem at the moment but when we go home? Yeah, I can see the problem then. I'm really going to need to work on being quiet. I swear if Noah hears me moaning and groaning one night, it's going to send me to an early fucking grave. But we'll figure it out then. Right now? It's just us. In this nice room with the falls outside. And this is what I want to think about. "I don't really see that as a problem, right now." We can have as much unrestrained sex as we want on this trip. That was the whole point of it.
He grins at me, twirls that finger once more inside of me. And is he about to make me come again with his fingers? Yes, he is. I spread my thighs a little wider; give him more space to pump that finger in and out of me and when he takes the hint, that's exactly what he does.
"God, Elliot."
His mouth is currently detached from me and of course, he's going to use that to his advantage. "You feel good?"
"Good is an understatement." It really fucking is.
That finger keeps pumping. Long, slow strokes that make my breath hitch, make my body clench. "I've wanted to see you like this for so long. Always wanted to make you feel like this."
This gushing thing, my God. He groans, look down to where his hand is connected to me and the way this man's jaw slackens. "You get so wet, Liv."
I moan because, fuck I know. "This gushing thing is definitely something new."
The look on his face makes me know that he likes that. Likes knowing that, even at our age, he can make me do something I haven't done before.
His finger is still pumping in and out slowly, my muscles are clenching softly, his mouth is trailing kisses along that sweet spot right on my inner thigh, sucking my flesh into his mouth and this... this is the life. I could lie here forever and let this man do this to me. It's not enough to make me come but enough to keep my pleasure steady inside of me and mmm, I love him. So, much.
And really, besides the fact that I've barely said the words to any man, what's stopping me from telling him again? "I love you."
His lips release my skin with a pop and that smile. I love that smile. "I love you too, Olivia."
I run my hand along the back of his head and I'm halfway tempted to pull his lips up to mine. But he's not done and I don't want him to be done, so instead I give my hips a little wiggle again.
He chuckles, starts to move his finger in those slow strokes once more and I don't know why he's laughing. It feels good. I feel good. Actually I feel incredible. And I don't think I've ever felt incredible in my life.
"What's funny?"
He's still smiling, his finger is still moving and I arch my hips just a little bit to try to get a little more. "Nothing. You just like being pleased."
I laugh. Well, he's the one who keeps doing the pleasing and it's not like I'm going to deny him. "You like pleasing."
He groans, starts to pump that finger a little faster and yes, please. "Yes, I do."
Then that finger is curling, the tip of it hitting that fucking spot inside of me and fuck. My body gets hot once more, I gush and more. I want more again. "Give me another one." I want the stretch, need the stretch and after tonight, I'm not afraid to ask him for anything.
He grins, sucks that spot of my thigh back into his mouth, withdraws his one finger to, what I think, assist to lube up the second one, and then he's pressing the second one inside of me. All of my orgasms and my gushing have made me more limber, so it doesn't take long for them to bottom out inside of me. He pumps them in and out a few times, allows my body to adjust to him, curves them up, hooks them hard against my g spot and goddamn, my hips buck hard.
Elliot likes my reactions, likes knowing he's doing things to me because he lets out one of those fucking growls and shit, is it bad I want his mouth back on me too? But I know my clit probably needs a little more time before he can touch it again, so I arch and moan at just the movement of his fingers. He's not soft but he's not rough either and fuck. I want him to be rougher. "Harder, Elliot."
His eyes connect to mine and yes, Elliot. I said harder. I watch him readjust his body slightly, let his freehand pull my thigh more open, and when I feel those fingers hook harder inside of me, I nod. "Yes, El." And my God. He will never deny me anything. Because those fingers hook hard, and his hand moves in a rough and hard up and down movement. It's so hard, it rocks my whole lower half up and down, knocks his fingers perfectly, over and over against my g spot and shit. He's been avoiding my clit but with the movement of his hand, his palm can't help knocking against it a few times. And when I realize I can take that again, I not only say loudly, "Your mouth, El!", I also pull his head down to me. And...
"FUCK!" His lips wrap around my clit eagerly, like he was just waiting for me to give him the go ahead and he sucks. Hard. Just like I told him to suck before. And this sucking, with the roll of his tongue in between and the rough movement of his fingers has my body climbing higher. And higher. And fucking higher. And oh my God. Oh. My. God.
"Don't... don't stop! Uhh! Elliot..." Each hook of his fingers, each suck if his mouth, causes my moans to grow louder and fuck, he can definitely never do this when someone else is in the house. I know I'm being loud. I can hear myself, I can feel the scratch at the back of my throat, and I don't give a fuck. Neither does Elliot. His eyes stay glued on my face and I try to keep my eyes on him so he can watch me, so I can watch him devour me, but the pleasure is rolling through my veins, making my muscles tight, making my body arch and I cannot help the way I throw my head back and moan his name. This, by far, tops any other experience with oral that I've ever had.
I'm so loud, the pleasure is so good, that I barely even hear the banging on the wall behind the headboard. But Elliot hears it, I know he hears it because his lips detach from me and his eyes bare into the wall behind me. Elliot not only likes to please, he does not approve of a woman's, my, pleasure being interrupted. No matter how loud I'm being. But I don't care about the asshole in the next room, I care about the power of the orgasm he was about to make me have. So my hands grab the back of his head and roughly pull him back down, "Don't stop!"
The people next to us? They're just going to have to deal with it right now. Because there's no fucking way I'm staying quiet during this. I see his lips curve up into a grin because if it doesn't bother me, it's not fucking bothering him either and his lips are back on me with the same fucking intensity they were before. His fingers rock harder, his lips suck deeply and I swear my orgasm erupts from my clit outwards. Makes me scream his name. Makes my toes tingle and the tips of my fingers numb.
I pull his head tighter against me because fuck, I feel an overwhelming pressure building inside of me and I want that shit to release too. I think it's just another very intense orgasm right after the one I just had but it feels... different. A different kind of pressure I haven't experienced before and since we're taking pride in firsts, I might as well let it happen.
My muscles push with this one, my body tenses and I feel what's about to happen. And fuck, that cannot happen! I try to push his head off of me, "Elliot..." but he knows I'm not at my peak yet and with his freehand, the one not fucking the shit out of me, gathers my wrists to pin them gently on my stomach. Really gently. Enough that I could easily break from his hold if I wanted to but enough to let me know that he wants to finish what he started and Jesus.
My hands clutch his because I have to hold on to something when this fucking happens. And if he fucking wants it to happen so bad, I guess... With one more hit of his fingers and one more deep suck that pressure fucking explodes. My muscles push hard, so hard that I'm pretty sure his fucking hand was pushed from my body. Which is good, because that's exactly what I needed to get that pressure to fully release. "Uhhh! Elliot... I'm gonna..." squirt? Even if that is what I'm supposed to say, it's too fucking late at this point to warn him. I feel the stream release from me, hear it smack his skin, hear him groan his approval against my bundle of nerves, and fuck, I thought I was wet down there before. Now I'm, we're, soaked.
He keeps his lips solid on my clit, draws it out and fuck. Is it bad that I still feel like it's not over? This is new to me but I know what my body wants and he's still down there, so I might as well experience the whole fucking thing. "You're fingers again, El."
That curve of his lips is amazing and of course, he gives me what I ask for, his two fingers enter me fast and quick. My hands release from his grasp because my clit is way to fucking sensitive for more of that right now and this time, I gently push his head away, "Too... too sensitive. Just your fingers."
He obliges, plants one more soft kiss against my clit, makes me smile because how can he be such a gentlemen with his fingers hooked inside of me like this? He hooks his fingers again, looks at me, "Like before?"
I nod, "Yes, just like before." Because if he was into it, it felt really fucking good and I feel like I can do it again.
His eyes darken, he readjusts his body once more and I'm not sure why he's doing that when he's in a perfect position for what he was doing but when his hand lifts up to rest on the side of me, effectively lifting his body off of mine, allowing him to hook his fingers even harder inside of me, I keep thinking it can't get any fucking hotter with this man.
Those fingers dig deep, his hand moves hard and fast and that pressure doesn't take long to build back up inside of me. And when I push, he pulls and my God, can my scream get any louder? I can hear the banging again, and although Elliot's eyes lift to glare at it once more, he never stops the movement of his hand. I guess if doesn't faze me, it doesn't really faze him either. Fuck whoever that is.
Can the stream get any bigger? And this time, Elliot doesn't need prompting. His fingers hook back in a few times, pull out to let the pressure release once more, hook in again, pull out and I swear, I'm going to pass out. My eyes roll back, my moans turn into whimpers, everything is soaked and fuck, how are we even going to sleep on this mattress tonight?
And when I know it's over for good, I whimper, "Okay... okay... okay."
He's groaning, been groaning from, I'm sure, the view he has and the feel of me, and whispers, "Is it over, baby?"
"God... I... hope so." I'm having a hard time forming current sentences at this point so I hope he understands that I can't take anymore at the moment.
He does, of course he does. His fingers withdraw slowly from me, his lips lean down to place one more kiss against me and finally, finally, he's crawling the rest of the way up my body. He's soaked, I'm soaked and I really don't care. I open my arms for him and his body presses into mine, his lips kiss me and I use the last of the energy I have left to drink the taste of myself, of us, off his lips and goddamn. We do taste amazing.
He doesn't stay pressed against me for long, uses his hands in my hair to turn us so we can finally lie on our sides facing one another. I feel bad, because I wanted to go another round, wanted him to come inside of me again, but I'm so fucking spent, I don't even have the energy to see if he's hard once more.
My exhaustion must be written on my face because he kisses me lightly, maneuvers the blankets, although a big portion of them are wet, over my naked body, wraps his arms around me, presses his hard self against my soft self and whispers, "Sleep, Liv."
"But... you." Because now that we're so intimately pressed together, I can feel how hard he is once again.
He kisses my temple, my body relaxes even more against him, my eyes start to close on their own accord, but I can hear his answer. "We have time."
Yes, we do.