And damn, if that’s not the hottest thing that’s ever happened to me.
Elliott leans his head down and takes one of my nipples between his lips. He licks, teasing me with his tongue, tracing little circles.
“You like that baby?”
“Hell yes.”
“You think I taste good?”
“Like heaven.”
“How’s the other one?”
“Time for me to find out.”
His mouth moves to my other breast and it’s my turn to growl when he begins sucking this one hard and fast, forgoing the easygoing tempo for something a little harder, something a little more exciting.
Something a little dirtier.
Then he moves lower. He kisses down my stomach. Over the years, I’ve danced away most of my problem areas, but one thing I’ve learned from teaching is that everyone has their own insecurities. Mine has always been my stomach. Despite the fact that I’m toned and fit now, I still have thin silver lines on my hips from growing too fast as a teenager. I was overweight for a few years, and while I’ve lost the excess belly fat, those stretch marks have remained.
I’m a little nervous to have Elliott see them so close.
If he notices them, though, he doesn’t seem to care. To be honest, most guys don’t, but every once in awhile, one of my partners will point out my imperfections, and that hurts.
We all have our little flaws, but Elliott seems like he doesn’t even notice mine as he kisses his way down my body. Soon he’s kneeling in front of me, planting soft kisses on my belly and hips.
“What…what are you going to do now?” I ask. A million thoughts race through my head. He’s kneeling in front of me. He’s kneeling there, looking up at me like I’m his damn queen. He’s looking at me like he’s never seen anyone so beautiful.
He’s looking at me like he wants to worship me.
“What would you like me to do, Serenity?”
“I asked you first.”
“The way I see it, I have several options.”
“I’m listening.”
“Well, I could pull these shorts off you,” he slips a finger under the edge of my shorts, and my pussy clenches. He’s so close that if he slides his finger just a little bit higher, he’ll be inside of me.
And how would that feel?
I bet Elliott is a fucking wonderful lover. I bet he’s good and amazing and fun, and I want to find out exactly what it feels like, but right now he’s teasing me again.
“And then what could you do?”
“Hmm,” he says, and he rubs his finger against my skin. “I could slide my fingers up a little higher, Serenity.”
“Is that right?”
“Would you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Would you like me to slide my fingers inside of you?”