Can’t.
Do.
This.
Much.
Longer.
My orgasm crested far too soon, forcing me to pull her away before I did something embarrassing. Her protest died on a breath as I laid her out on the bed, my thigh between hers. “I need to taste you, Ella,” I said against her lips. “Really taste you.”
I kissed a path down her throat to her cleavage, my hand finding the zipper at her side to remove the fabric in the way of my exploration.
She didn’t object, her nipples beading in anticipation as soon as I revealed them. I captured one between my teeth, nibbling and sucking and loving the way her back arched off the mattress. My name fell from her lips on a harsh sound that left me grinning against her sensitive peak.
I fixed my attention on her opposite breast, giving her what she craved with my tongue while I pushed her loosened dress to her hips. “I love when you go braless,” I admitted on a whisper.
“Only with dresses.” Her fingers combed through my hair, gripping my strands tightly. “Straps can be… a problem.”
“Mmm,” I murmured. “A good problem.” I continued my path downward, my hands guiding the fabric along her legs as I went until I had her naked before me. “Spread your thighs for me, Ella. Invite me to devour you.”
Her blue eyes smoldered, a challenge in her gaze as she slowly obeyed.
It seemed the bedroom was the one place she didn’t argue.
Good to know.
I didn’t waste any time in introducing her properly to my tongue, her slick heat a flavor I intended to enjoy for eternity. And I showed her that with each slow, tender stroke, up and down, in and out, over and over again.
She practically vibrated beneath my mouth, her pleasure mounting and expanding to a height I knew she’d yet to experience.
All our previous sessions involved her pressing into my thigh, and a few times against my palm—over the clothes.
This was something new.
Her cries of approval telling me this would soon become a frequent activity.
“Are you going to come for me, Ella?” I asked against her sensitive bud, my fingers sliding into her tight channel to prepare her for my much larger entry.
“Tray…” She swallowed, her head tossed back in a sexy manner that invited me to bite her all over again. “Please, Tray.”
“Oh, I do enjoy hearing you beg,” I mused, licking her again. “I think we’ll play more with that later.” But for now, I gave her what she needed, wrapping my mouth around the sensual point I knew would push her over the edge.
She fell apart on a scream that put all my fantasies to shame.
Because Ella in the throes of passion was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.
She didn’t hold back.
Didn’t shy away from her pleasure.
No, she owned every damn second.
“Wow,” she breathed, coming back down, her hair fanned around her in an illustrious wave that beckoned to my fingers.
I crawled over her, kissing her soundly and allowing her to taste herself on my tongue.
She whimpered in response, a needy little sound that had my cock throbbing against her wetness below.