His eyes burned hotter. “Are you telling me I can do whatever I want with you, Liz?”
Somehow, the way he used my nickname made my body ache to be touched. “I think there was a hell in there somewhere.”
He crossed the distance between us in three steps before he sank to his knees.
My entire body clenched at the sight of him there, in front of me like that. “What are you doing?”
“Exactly what the hell I want.” His hands landed on my knees, and a rush of adrenaline coursed through me.
“Shit,” I breathed, as his hands pressed slowly on my knees, opening me up in front of him like a damn book. My breathing started to pick up, my body reacting to both the sight and feel of him.
His eyes closed as he inhaled roughly. “How many times do you want me to get you off before I finish?”
I stared at him with wide, round eyes, and said nothing. My vagina clenched, though. Hard. I panted out, “One?”
His eyes opened, narrowed, and he leaned his head toward my inner thigh. He pressed a kiss there, and my heart pounded harder. When he dragged his tongue over my inner thigh, my eyes shut, and my lips parted as I breathed roughly.
I’d never been touched before, not like that.
Not gently.
And the way his tongue felt on my inner thigh was just in-fucking-credible.
His teeth dragged over my skin, slightly closer to my core, and I was so damn close to the edge it was insane.
“Show me how to touch you,” Elliot growled at me, his tongue trailing lightly over my inner thigh, closer to my core.
I groaned at him, not finding words.
“I want to see how you make yourself feel good, so I can figure out how to make you feel even better.”
Did he have to be so damn perfect?”
His thumb brushed over my clit slowly, but the drag of his skin on mine was enough to make me cry out as my entire damn body seemed to contract. A flood of pleasure tore through me, hot and fierce, and Elliot’s thumb remained on me while I bucked and rolled my hips, crying out through my release.
“So fucking sexy,” he snarled into my thigh, dragging his teeth over my skin lightly again. “Show me how to touch you, so I know how to lick you.”
The moan that escaped me wasn’t something I could control, at all. It was a damn good thing Evan had a noisy fan in his room, or I’d have had to bite down on a pillow or something.
His hand caught mine, dragging it to my core. My legs fell open further, and a pleased growl escaped him.
My eyes closed and my head tilted back as I fingered myself, starting out slowly, and then picking up the pace. “Put your finger inside me,” I panted.
A massive index finger slid into me, and I moaned again, louder.
Elliot’s finger moved slowly, in and out a few times before it dragged along the inside of my channel, looking for a trigger point I knew theoretically existed, but had never managed to find.
His finger dragged over a certain spot, and my body legitimately spasmed. I gasped out another weak cry as the orgasm ripped the air from my lungs and made my vision blurry.
“Fuck,” I breathed, my fingers pausing on my core.
Elliot lifted them, and my eyes shut, my mouth opening slightly as his lips closed around my wet fingers.
My body shook and shuddered.
Whether it was the climax, or the man, or the amount of time it had been since I’d done anything even similar to this, I didn’t know. But I sure as hell did know that nothing had ever made me feel anywhere near the way Elliot already had.
He set my fingers on the bed beside me before leaning his face to my core. I couldn’t help but open my eyes to watch him as he rubbed his nose lightly over my clit—and then lifted his molten chocolate gaze so he could watch me moan again.