Pulling the fabric over her hips, my breath catches when I see the lace of her bra matches the sheer lace covering her center. Picking up her legs, I hold them over one shoulder and unhook her shoes, dropping them to the floor, and then I pull the dress up her legs and toss it to floor behind me.
Sitting up, her hands go to my shirt, and I help her by reaching a hand behind my back and tugging the garment off over my head, dropping it to the ground with her dress.
“I’m not done with you,” I tell her, placing my mouth against hers while pushing her back against the bed. Her legs wrap around my hips, bringing my denim-covered cock in contact with the heat of her core. Groaning, I pull my mouth from hers as her fingers unsnap my jeans and her hand moves between the material and my skin. Wrapping my hand around hers, I stop her before she can get her hand around my cock. I’m on the edge of losing it already, and I know if she touches me, I’m going to push her panties to the side and fuck her like an animal. I have wanted this for far too long, but I can’t fuck her like I want to. I need to make this good for her. I don’t want her to ever have any regrets about giving me her virginity.
“I need to taste you, Ellie. I need it more then I need my next breath,” I tell her, kissing down her body, settling myself between her legs. Her eyes watch me closely as I lean in, running my nose along the lace. Her smell is intoxicating; she smells like vanilla, cherries, and Ellie, and that smell has my mouth watering. Taking the flimsy lace in my hands, I rip it from her, seeing her body jerk in surprise and her breathing increase.
“Jax?”
“Christ, Ellie, you’re so fucking wet, baby,” I tell her, running a finger through her glistening folds and around her clit. Then I place my hands on her inner thighs and spread her open, taking one long lick up her center.
“Oh. My. God,” she hisses, and her thighs begin to shake as I lick her again then focus on her clit, pulling the small piece of flesh between my lips and flicking it with my tongue. Looking up her body, her tits are heaving, her head is back, and her hands are covering her eye.
“Ellie, give me your eyes, baby.”
“I can’t,” she cries, shaking her head.
Moving up her body until my face is over hers, I kiss her and pinch her nipples until her hands come off her eyes.
“You’re going to watch, Ellie,” I rumble against her mouth.
“It’s too much,” she breathes against my lips, and I run my fingers over her clit, making her hips jerk.
“Get over it,” I say, rolling to my back, lifting her easily to straddle my face, and then pulling her hips down roughly onto my waiting mouth.
“Oh, God,” she shouts, pressing her hand against the wall in front of her. Keeping our eyes locked, I bury my tongue inside her. Then I use first one then two fingers, pushing them in and out of her slowly until her hips are jerking and she’s flooding my mouth with the juices and screaming her climax.
Sliding my hands up her back, I unhook her bra then place her on the bed. Her eyes are glazed over and her breathing is still shallow from her orgasm. Wiping my mouth with my hand, I slip off my jeans and boots and grab a condom from my side table. I slide it under the pillow near her head then slip off my boxers, wrapping my hand around my length, pumping and squeezing the tip, trying to relieve some of the pressure I feel building at the base of my spine. I know I have stamina, but if I get inside of her right now and feel her around me, I’m going to come.
Lying beside her, I wrap my mouth around her nipple and place my fingers against her clit, rolling my middle finger over it then sliding it lower into her wet heat. Her legs spread wider, wanting more as I curl the digit up and hit her g-spot. Hearing her whimper, I move between her legs and grab the condom, sliding it on. As soon as I’m settled between her thighs, her legs wrap around my hips and her arms wrap around my shoulders.
A deep pang hits my chest as I look into her eyes.