Falling With Grace

He pursed his lips and blew a cool breath over my wet nipple. “No, you want me to stop, or no, you don’t want me to?”

“Elias.” I gulped in a lungful of air as shivers trailed down one side of my body, gooseflesh raising along delicate skin. “Keep going.”

“You want more?” He nibbled down my side, biting my ribcage and then my belly with soft kisses soothing the sting.

“Yes…please.”

He growled as he lowered himself to the floor, his hands trailing down my body, then shoved my chemise above my waist, his fist clenched in the fragile material.

Warm lips pressed against my panties, his tongue wetting the fabric above my clit. I bucked my hips against his mouth, and I spread my legs wider.

“So eager.” He glanced up at me and rubbed the prickly stubble on his chin against me, causing my legs to tremble.

Fire ignited in my belly, heating my skin and curling my toes.

God, don’t stop.

“I want to taste you.” He brushed my panties aside as I braced myself on my elbows and slid my fingers through his charcoal-black hair, my nails scraping against his scalp. The flat of his tongue slid across my throbbing clit, my head tipping back with an elongated moan.

“Oh fuck.” I drew up my legs, braced my heels on the edge of the bed, and spread my legs wide for him. “Don’t…stop.”

A sharp tug ripped the fabric on my hips, my panties pulling away in tatters as he dropped them to the floor and then gripped my hips. Dragging my ass closer to the edge of the bed, he spread my legs wide, his mouth never ceasing his delicious assault on my throbbing clit.

My arms collapsed beneath me as the pressure in my belly grew, desperation clawing at my insides, seeking the euphoria he taught me to enjoy.

“More.” I whimpered as tears pooled at the corners of my eyes as he rewrote the hurt inside of me.

He’s mine.

He’s here withme, making me feel things I’ve never experienced before him.

His tongue flicked, his fingers dug into my hips, his groans feeding an endless fire.

An explosion ripped from my depths, my mind floating and fuzzy, my toes curling as I moaned his name without shame.

He pressed against me as I peeled my eyes open and stared into his dark depths. “Did I hurt you?”

“No.” I dropped my hand above my head as he swiped the tear trailing down my temple.

“Then why are you crying?”

I shrugged. “Would you believe it’s because it was such a good orgasm?”

He raised a brow. “I’m good, but I’ve never made a woman cry unless I wanted her to.”

I laughed. “Does that happen often; you making women cry?”

“Today’s a record.”

My smile diminished as I slid my hand down his chest, his hard erection pressing against his pants, my fingers dragging over the taut fabric, eliciting a gasp from his glistening lips.

I pushed him to the bed, our roles reversed as I straddled him and ran my tongue over his lips, savoring the taste of me on him. He wrapped an arm around my waist and rose to a seated position, his other hand gripping my cheeks as he slammed his lips on mine, our tongues tempted and teased. My hips gyrating against him.

He stood with me in his arms, my feet sliding to the floor, his hand in my hair, his eyes heavy with lust.

“You’re perfect riding my cock, but I need to see you on your knees for me.”

“You flatter me.” A smile tore my bottom lip from my teeth, my fingers pulling at his button and zipper, then pushed his pants and briefs from his hips as I sunk to my knees. “Like this?”