My eyes dropped to his torso.
“Elliot,” I whispered as I stood up on my tiptoes and licked his red, kiss-swollen lips. “Have I ever mentioned how happy I am that you’ve begun your training to become a fireman? Your body . . . you should have mercy on me, paddy.”
He grinned at the nickname I’d recently christened him with after being called his sasanach one too many times.
“I’ll show no mercy if it keeps those pretty greens lookin’ at me just like they are right now.”
His jeans, boxer briefs and socks joined the rest of our clothes seconds later. I pressed my hands against his bare chest and Elliot let me explore him. I ran my fingers over his tight pectorals, down to his abdominal muscles that were much harder and more defined since I last saw him shirtless. The V-line at his hips made me swallow, and his dark treasure trail sent another raging pulse between my thighs. He had been taking his training very seriously as of late, and I was entirely grateful.
“You’re so hard, Elliot.”
“Always am when I clap eyes on you, gorgeous.”
I laughed.
“I mean your chest and stomach, smooth-talker.” I lowered my eyes to his cock and paused when it jumped. “Okay, now I’m nervous again. You’re hard in other places too.”
I was a virgin, but a realistic virgin who liked to watch porn on occasion, so I had seen just about every size and shaped penis there was, but none of them mattered because they hadn’t belonged to Elliot. I hadn’t been expecting an anaconda to be hiding in his boxer briefs, but from the length and thickness of it, an anaconda seemed to be exactly what I was getting.
“How many inches is that? Seven, eight? If you say nine, I’m getting dressed right now.”
Elliot’s laughter was low as his hands touched my back, making me jump. I was tense, and I knew he could feel how wound up I was. One of his hands slid down to my behind and the other up to the back of my neck. He kissed me then, and within seconds I was lost to the sweet taste of him.
“A couple of centimetres shy of eight,” he answered against my lips.
The tales about boys measuring their junk was apparently true, and somehow that was very unsurprising.
“Elliot,” I hummed. “I’ve never . . . you know I’m a virgin.”
“And you know I’m one too.”
I had only recently found that bit of information out, when we’d had a conversation about sex and our bodies, and it gave me a thrill to think that I would be the first – and hopefully only – girl he would be with.
I licked his lower lip. “I know, I know. I’m just so bloody nervous.”
“Shhh,” he whispered. “Let me take care of ye, sasanach. It will be my pleasure, and yours.”
He kissed me once more and gently eased me back on to the soft duvet of my bed. He didn’t bother to get us under the covers and I was glad. I was suddenly too hot to even consider being covered. The feel of Elliot’s skin pressed against mine felt so warm, so comforting, so right.
“I have a condom,” he murmured. “Just in case ye ever let me love your body.”
“Thank God,” I breathed as I sucked his plump lower lip into my mouth. “I feel like I’m on fire, I want you so much.”
“Yeah?” He nudged my nose with his. “Ye want me to fuck ye?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Yes, please.”
“How about I do a little kissin’ first?”
Kissing? He wanted to kiss me? Right now, when I was ready and waiting for him with my thighs wide open?
“Kissing?” I repeated with a shake of my head. “My legs are wide open and I’m practically shoving my fanny in your face, Elliot. You can’t get much more of an invitation, paddy.”
He laughed as he kissed down my neck and paused at my breasts. When I felt the first touch of his hot, wet tongue on my hardened nipples, I changed my mind.
“Kisses,” I moaned. “I love kisses.”
Elliot’s chuckle wasn’t long-lasting as he showered my breasts with attention. His thumb brushed the one he wasn’t tonguing, and the gentle caress had my toes curling.
“That feels so good,” I hummed as my back arched slightly. “More, I need more.”
Elliot moved his lips down to my navel, then to my pubic bone. Anticipation burned within me like a raging fire. His hands touched the insides of my thighs and pushed against them, spreading my legs as far as they would go.
“Fuck, ye smell good.”
I hadn’t considered what I’d smell like, but I was glad it was a scent he was on board with. I could feel his hot breath on my pussy, then suddenly his lips were pressing kisses to my other lips. I groaned as I balled my hands into fists. He was so close, if he moved just a little, his tongue would be on my clit. The throbbing, delicate petal that needed his attention the most.