Redesigning Fate (Revive #1) - A. M. Wilson Page 0,68
the countertop, white knuckling the granite surface.
“Yes. Please don’t stop.” My voice is so breathy, affected. I’ve never sounded this way before, and it’s so erotic that Elias brings it out of me.
“Don’t worry, I’m only just starting.” He slips a second finger into my hot, sensitive center, his other hand coming to my hips, tugging my panties down. He removes his fingers briefly to drag my underwear slowly down my legs, before plunging them back into me once more. I cry out in pleasure at the rough sensation.
He catches my gaze with his blazing blue eyes—two pools reflecting the heat I feel deep inside my core—before slowly kissing and licking his way down my abdomen, curling his lips back to nip at my skin every so often.
Enraptured with pleasure, I can only watch helplessly as his mouth descends my body.
He removes his fingers, and I try to squeeze my thighs together to quell the burning ache between them. Instead, his hands grab each of my ankles, bending both of my legs and placing each foot on the edge of the countertop, spreading me wide open to his penetrating gaze. A groan rumbles out from his chest, his eyes roaming over my most private, delicate parts as if committing them to memory.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, before lowering his fingers back to my throbbing core. “I’m going to taste you now. Hold still, Marlee.”
He dips his head, flicking his moist tongue over my hard little bundle of nerves. I cry out again, unable to hold back the sounds bursting from my chest. I’ve never been one to be vocal during sex, but I’ve also never felt pleasure this intense before. The sound rips from my throat before I even register what is happening.
His mouth closes on my clit, sucking gently, before bringing his tongue to flick against it once more. While his mouth works, his fingers continue their steady motion, rapidly diving in and out of me, curling slightly to rub against my g-spot. My legs are tremble in their perch, muscles coiling tighter and tighter with each flick of his tongue and rub of his fingers. Almost there, I can feel my body edging near the precipice, begging to tumble over the edge. He can feel me climbing higher, my legs shaking harder, my breaths expelling quicker. I reach one shaky hand and tangle it in his long, silky hair, holding on, directing him exactly where I need it most. Just. A little. More.
With a rough plunge of his fingers, he sucks my swollen clit into his mouth, rubbing it with his tongue as he rapidly drives his slick fingers in and out of my wetness. My hips start pumping tirelessly as a scream tears from my throat.
His name tumbles from my mouth, over and over again like a chant. Wave after wave crashes over me, rolling out from the center of my body to the very tips of my limbs. My fingers and toes go numb with sensation as my orgasm rolls through me. Color flashes behind my eyelids before bright white blots them out, my mind floating in a fog of pure pleasure. My chest heaves with each pleasure-filled breath I take as I slowly float back down to planet earth.
I have hardly a minute to bask in my post orgasm glow before the doorbell rings, followed by a sharp knock on the door. Elias hastily stands up, pulling my dress over my shoulders.
“Go to my bedroom to fix yourself up. I’ll see who’s at the door then meet you back in my bed,” he whispers planting a chaste kiss to my forehead before helping down off his countertop.
I head down the hall as he starts towards the door, pausing midway to his room, out of sight, when I hear him speak to whoever is outside. I shouldn’t be eavesdropping but curiosity is hard to control.
“Detective Gonzales. Detective Nelson. What can I do for you? My girlfriend and I are just settling in for the afternoon.” His voice is quiet and calm. The mention of me feels stilted an awkward, almost as if he’s warning them. Suddenly, I change my mind and start to make my way to his bedroom, my feet padding soundlessly across the carpet.
“Hey Elias, sorry to bother you at home. We need to ask you some questions about your whereabouts last Saturday night. May we come in?” The deep baritone voice booms down the hallway, freezing me mid-step.