The Vessel - Jenika Snow Page 0,41

me I was the only one for her, that I’d be the only one to give her pleasure, even if she only uttered those words because she wanted to come, because of the heat of the moment.

She could lie to me and give me this, and I’d allow it, but I meant what I said. I would be her only, and if it took the rest of my fucking life to prove that to her, so be it.

She licked her lips then nodded slowly. “You’re the only man I want. I’m yours.”

I rough growl left me.

My cock was starting to harden again, my arousal for her insatiable. I was rushing her, knew I needed to slow down, but fuck, I was anxious, so damn needy for her that I was acting like a damn teenager about to get my dick sucked for the first time. But the blood rushing through my veins, my heart racing, my arousal so strong, there was no turning back now.

“Come on, baby,” I said, taking her hand and pulling her toward the bed. I claimed her mouth as we moved, moving my tongue along her lips, needing her to surrender to me, to give into me until she knew without a doubt she was mine. “I need you on the bed, Elise.”

A small sound left her, and I took a step back. I looked my fill of her gorgeous body and didn’t stop myself from reaching down and running my palm up and down my length, thinking about how it would feel to finally be inside her.

So tight and warm. Ambrosia. Paradise. Perfection.

Before she could obey me, I pushed my pants down my thighs. My cock was once again hard as a rock. Gripping my dick, I stroked it from root to tip as I watched her.

“Go on, Elise. Get on the bed.” Elise moved onto the bed and shifted so she was now in the center. “Let me see what I’m going to own.” And not just tonight. Forever.

She took a deep breath but did what I wanted, bending her knees and placing her feet flat on the bed. And then she slowly spread those pretty thighs. I couldn’t control myself as I stalked the rest of the way to her, and that’s exactly what I did. Stalked.

She was pink and perfect, her inner lips parting so I could see all that intimate flesh. I lifted a hand and ran it over my mouth.

The sight of her like this was slowly draining my self-control. She was nervous, aroused, and maybe even a little apprehensive. But fuck, she was ready for me.

“Baby, you won’t be able to walk straight tomorrow when I’m done with you.”

I moved onto the bed and took up residence between her legs, just staring at the perfection right in front of me. I could smell her, a sweet muskiness that had everything in me tightening. I placed a hand on one of her inner thighs and pushed it open even more. I didn’t miss the soft sound that left her at my act.

And she did what I wanted instantly.

When Elise spread her thighs even more, and my mouth watered at all the flesh fully revealed. I found myself moving between them even more, feeling her heat, becoming drunk off the scent of her. Her pussy was a thing of beauty, all smooth and pink, glistening with the wetness I’d caused. She was primed for me, but I wanted her soaking, dripping with even more nectar until Elise drenched the sheets beneath her.

I wanted to lie in this bed and smell her arousal, remembering it was caused by me, because of me.

“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re so… pink and wet.” I lifted my gaze over her belly, along her breasts, and watched as her chest moved up and down rapidly as she breathed heavily. I ran my finger lightly over her inner thighs, and she visibly shook. I couldn’t help but smile, loving that just the slightest touch from me affected her so profoundly.

Placing my thumb on her clit, I pressed against it while I slid a finger down her slit, gathering her slickness and circling the digit around the opening of her pussy. Her legs fell open even wider, and a soft mewl left her.

Yes.

Slipping my finger into the wet, hot depths of her body, I grunted when her pussy sucked the digit inside. Christ. Yes. I finger-fucked her in long strokes while I rubbed slow circles around the swollen little bud