Our tongues collided and all thoughts of anything but her left my mind. Needing her, I rolled on top of her. She felt so good. I wanted to tell her. I wanted her to know what she was doing to me right now. But I didn’t. I was careful to keep my thoughts to myself. Still, I wanted to let her know how much I wanted her. That my need to drive inside her was so deep, I couldn’t think of anything else.
That her crazy thoughts were my same crazy thoughts.
I might not be able to tell her with words, but I could definitely show her how I was feeling.
Control left me as that thought lingered in my mind. Devouring her mouth in gulping, sweeping movements, I had to have every part of her.
My pulse raced as my hands drifted up her body. From her slender hips, to that taut stomach, up to those perfectly shaped breasts. This was the first time that we’d be fucking when her niece wasn’t nearby and I hoped I drove Elle so far over the edge, she screamed my name when I made her come—over and over.
I wanted to give her that.
At least that.
We were dressed, and the first place to start was getting naked. I lifted my shirt over my head and her eyes watched me. I swear I saw her lick her lips. It was her turn and I pulled her top off, making sure to skim her skin with my fingers. She shivered a bit and I grinned at how her body reacted to my touch.
Refocusing, I looked at her. Her bra was black and lacy, and I sucked in a breath when it came into full focus. I think my fingers were trembling when I ran them around the fabric to her back to unclasp it.
With a simple toss, the bra hit her floor and her perfect breasts were all I saw. Overcome with the need to touch them, squeeze them, suck her nipples into small peaks, I had my mouth and hands on them in less than a heartbeat, but then I remembered to slow down.
I could take my time with her today and wring every ounce of pleasure out of her—make sure she knew how much she turned me on.
My fingers skated over her smooth skin and her body responded instantly. In a way I’d never watched a woman before, I watched her. This was as much for her as for me. I was captivated not only by her actions, not only by her beauty, but by her body language—she was telling me she wanted me in the only way she knew how.
Message received.
Holding each breast, I didn’t let my gaze wander as I lightly massaged them, pinching her nipples between my fingers when I did. Her eyes were hooded and I knew she was enjoying this.
The eye contact was too much, I felt a little too exposed, so I lowered my mouth, trailing my tongue down her neck, using my teeth to guide me.
She trembled with each inch downward and I knew just how much she liked it.
I kept going until I reached my hands. Keeping one in place, I let the other drift lower as my mouth took over its actions. With my tongue, I licked around her nipple over and over. She writhed beneath me and I went further, tugging it with my teeth and then pulling it into my mouth to suck on it.
Her skin tasted so good.
She arched her back when my free hand slid under the elastic of her sweatpants. My pulse was racing in anticipation of tasting her *. And I was tasting her * today.
Her body was responsive and the more I touched her, the more untamed she became.
She was letting go.
I loved it.
I couldn’t wait to do more, but I was taking this slow. Letting her decide if something was too much.
My mouth drifted to her other breast and I repeated my actions.
Lick.
Tug.
Suck.
At the same time my mouth moved, my fingers dipped inside her panties. She was so wet. So wet I couldn’t resist slipping a finger inside her right away.
She moaned when I did, so I added another. She moaned even louder this time and her hips bucked, so I added just one more. Stretching her, fucking her with my fingers, my own body felt explosive. I was worried I might come before I was even inside her.
She was still moaning and I lifted my head to see her again. I had to see her. Her body started to shake and her fingers gripped the sheets so tightly, her knuckles were turning white.
She was wild.
I bit my lip to stop from telling her to let go.
My fingers slid in and out. She was tight, wet, and ready. Her eyes closed and a blissful look overtook her. “Oh, God,” Elle cried out in pleasure.
Not yet, I thought. Not yet.
I removed my fingers. I wanted to replace them with my mouth. I wanted her to come with my tongue inside her, not my fingers.
Her eyes were wide now—questioning why I’d stopped. I answered quickly by letting my lips trail down her body. Taking my time no longer an option, I pulled her pants off at the same time.
She lifted her hips and assisted me. She was just as ready for this as I was. Her hands gripped my shoulders tightly and I swear she was urging me to move faster down to her *.
I obliged.
It thrilled me how much she wanted this.
Sweetness was on the tip of my tongue as soon as it circled her clit. She tasted unlike anyone; she tasted like something I wanted to taste more than once. I knew I was in serious trouble. Once was never going to be enough. I didn’t know if I could ever have enough of this.