hold my breath, dying for him to touch me there.
He doesn’t disappoint. His fingers brush across the fabric. Press there. Testing me. My entire body is tense, waiting for the moment he touches me where I want him to. His thumb drifts back and forth. Back and forth. Without thought I lift my hips, encouraging him. Wanting more. Needing more. Harder. Faster. All of it.
Eli withdraws before I start to beg and my eyes flash open. I can feel the glower on my face, but he ignores me.
“Let’s take these off,” he whispers, just before he shifts down and starts tugging on the thin fabric of my panties.
With his teeth.
His mouth teases and torments. Absolute, utter torture. Teeth scrape my flesh, gentle yet sharp. His tongue sneaks out for a long, dirty lick and I spread my legs farther, wanting more of that.
Again, he’s a tease. He gives up his original intent and lifts up, resting on his knees between my spread thighs with a frown on his handsome face.
“Can’t take them off if you’ve got your legs spread like that.” He runs two fingers along my slit, over the miniscule panties, and frustration nearly chokes me.
I swing my leg over, nearly kicking him in the face, I’m so impatient. I make quick work of removing my panties before I reposition myself. My thighs spread. Eli still kneeling on the bed between them.
His eyes go wide as he stares at the very center of me, his teeth catching his bottom lip for only a moment before he lets it go and breathes out a long, shaky breath.
“Fuck,” he whispers reverently. “I missed your pussy so damn much.”
“Eli,” I say, chastising and encouraging him at the same time. He wants me. He’s not scared to say it. Not scared to let all those raw, honest feelings fly out of his mouth.
“You like it when I talk like that,” he says, his voice smug. He lifts his head, his eyes meeting mine. “Bet you got wetter when I said it.”
I don’t look away when I whisper, “Why don’t you touch me and find out?”
Fourteen
Eli
Oooh, look at this girl. Getting all daring and shit. With her legs spread before me like she’s offering herself up so I can do whatever I want to her.
And I want to do everything to her. My feelings for her are all-consuming. They make me feel desperate.
Even a little shaky.
I can’t fuck this up. I can’t.
She raises a brow. Her cheeks are flushed and I’m pretty sure there are little dots of sweat along her hairline. I let my gaze drift down the length of her, noting that same rosy flush all over her skin. She always turns rosy when we mess around. I like it.
“Let me check,” I say conversationally, like we’re talking about the weather versus me slipping my fingers inside her. I touch her there, my fingers encountering nothing but wet, slick heat and I stroke her once. Twice. Brush my thumb across her clit.
She sucks in a breath. Her thighs are trembling. Her entire body is shaking. There are all sorts of ways I could take this. I could go down on her. I could finger her straight into O-Land. I could keep the snake charmer boxer briefs on and grind against her until she falls apart.
Really? I just want to fuck her. We’ve only done it once. It was great but we have the potential to be even better.
I keep stroking her, my gaze never straying from her pretty face. She closes her eyes, her lips parted and her head tilted back, exposing the long line of her throat. Her nipples are hard, her pussy is glistening and I can’t stop touching her, the juicy sounds fucking torture to my ears.
Torture because I’m dying to get inside her.
“I can’t wait any longer,” I tell her, abruptly pulling my hand away from her and leaping to my feet. I yank my boxers off and grab my jeans, pulling out my wallet and fishing the condom from within.
Ava rises up on her elbows, her eyes hazy as she watches me. “What are you doing?”
“This.” I roll the condom on and she watches me, her lips parted in fascination.
I am all about the visual. I put on a show, and I want a show in return. I want to see Ava. It’s all part of the fantasy. Why do all this with closed curtains and no lights? Let’s look at each other and enjoy it. I