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“Fuck, you sound so pretty,” I exhaled against his neck.

He gasped as the sharp points of my canines followed the slow sweeping movement of my tongue. His body trembled against mine, his grip on my arms tightening. I pulled back to lift him up onto the table, keeping my eyes locked onto his as I gripped my shirt by the hem and pulled it over my head, discarding it on the floor beside me.

He reached out and took hold of the waistband of my pants to ease me forward. The tips of his fingers ghosted along my lower abdomen before dipping into my pants and boxers. A low groan broke free of my throat, my eyes falling shut as he easily brought me to a full erection with a few strokes, pulling wide enough to free my dick. His thumb slid over the head, spreading the evidence of my arousal, his touch achingly gentle.

“Will you extend me the same courtesy?” I motioned to his jeans.

Delaney answered, in a voice thick with need, one that had my dick pulsing in his slender palm. “Please.”

In the blink of an eye, he sat on the cold surface of the glass table, his pants and underwear discarded, house shoes strewn across the room with his clothing. Despite my thundering pulse, my fingers remained steady as I unbuttoned his top. The cool air kissed his skin before I could, the air-conditioned room pulling his nipples to enticingly stiffened peaks and fueling irrational jealousy. I dipped my head low, flicking my tongue across one of the hardened buds, allowing my teeth to drag over the sensitive skin before sucking in earnest, eliciting a breathless moan. The sweet scent of jasmine exploded as slick pooled between Delaney's legs, moistening his thighs and making the glass beneath him slippery. His body vibrated under my touch; each light pinch, firm grip, and gentle suck caused him to gasp, moan, whine.

Gripping his muscular thighs, I pulled him to the edge of the table. “May I?” I pointed to the half-eaten slice of cake and, although visibly confused, he agreed. I scooped up a bit of the cake and with the soft command of, “open your mouth,” watched with rapt attention as I pushed my fingers forward, groaning softly once Delaney closed his mouth to suck them clean. As he slid his tongue between my chocolate covered fingers, I eased him forward, lifting him off the table to fill him with one, smooth thrust. His shuddering exhale was loud, my spit-soaked fingers falling from his mouth as the rush of breath danced between us, living briefly before I stole his inhale with a hurried swipe of my tongue.

I rocked my hips forward, thrusting deeply, and swearing softly in his ear as his inner muscles clenched, his grip toe curling. “You feel so good.”

A full body shiver passed through Delaney as he tried but failed to respond. He could only bury his face in my neck, his hole massaging me with every deep stroke. He rolled his hips up to meet mine, wrapping his legs around my waist and using the heels of his feet to bring me in even closer. When his back arched and his voice began to shatter, I slowed down, murmuring, “The view looks even better in the morning.”

Delaney lifted his face from my neck, blinking open lust hazy eyes. “Huh?”

“You’ll appreciate the view even more in the morning. Especially from my room.” I kissed him deeply before stepping away from the table, walking to my bedroom.

Chapter Six

I trembled as feather light kisses were peppered along the length of my back, Eli’s beard dragging along my skin sending shivers cascading down my spine. My fingers curled into the sheets, my hold a futile attempt to ground me. The small sting of my skin being sucked until it bruised sent a wave of pleasure washing over me. Warm lips were pressed against my ass as I was spread open, the whisper of a breath against my hole making my hips writhe in anticipation. However, he paid me no mind, moving over to mark my other cheek.

“Eli, please? Please?” I begged, my voice cracking.

Eli’s voice was rough around the edges as he continued to tease me, his lips brushing against my clenching entrance. “Please what, sweetheart?” He circled my rim with two of his fingers, easing them inside of me and marveling, “You’re dripping wet.”

He took me apart with great reverence and gentle care for the third time, my voice now hoarse as I cried out for him. I wasn’t sure if I could go again, but when his tongue joined alongside his fingers, diligently fucking me with his mouth, I came again, my dick weakly twitching against soaked sheets and my hips bucking back against his face.

“I will never tire of hearing you come undone for me.” Eli pulled up to his knees, his tone tender and voice soft. “Can you come again for me, Laney?” He skimmed his fingers along my hips before trailing them along the dip of my spine to push my sweat-dampened curls away from my face.

I could only whimper when I felt Eli’s hard dick slide between my ass. He pushed inside of me, the stretching of my walls sending a shock of pleasure zipping along my nerves. Delicious tension fanned out from hip to hip, gathering in my lower abdomen. I’d never been fucked like this—brought to the limits of my pleasure but still left desperately craving more with each touch and kiss. There was something about him that left me with an almost insatiable need.

A moan that started deep in my chest, broke into strangled, stilted cries as he gradually sank deep inside of me. Large hands gripped my waist, pulling me back into slow, easy thrusts.

The ecstasy was overwhelming. My nipples barely rubbed against the sheets, sending small waves of euphoria rippling across my skin. When Eli’s hips receded, pulling back to only leave the head of his dick inside of me, I couldn’t take it any longer. I choked out one last strangled plea, begging, “Please. Harder. I need more.” My body buzzed from overstimulation, the intense bliss almost bringing to tears. “Ple—ooh fuck, Eli.” I buried my face in the pillow, gasping loudly as he finally slammed into me, filling me completely.

He chased his orgasm, his moans loud and guttural. He snapped his hips forward, his quickly inflating knot pressing against my slick hole. I was fearful that something that large would be painful, but there was a part of me that was willing to take that pain if it meant experiencing the ecstasy that would soon follow.

“I can feel that you're close,” he murmured, curling over my body as he continued to drive his hips forward. “I fit inside of you perfectly,” Eli groaned. “It’s like you were made for me. Only for me.”

I tried to hold on a little longer, but the way he talked to me, coupled with how his body weight pinned against the mattress, had any semblance of control snapping clean in half. He drove deep inside of me, so deep that I expected to be knotted, but the buffer of his fingers prevented us from being joined together. Warmth flooded my insides as I was pumped full to overflowing.

Breathlessly, Eli questioned, “Did I hurt you?” He kissed across my shoulders, nuzzling into my scent gland.

I didn’t realize what gave him cause for concern until I inhaled a shuddering, tear filled breath. “No. I’ve just never—”

Had someone prioritize my pleasure above theirs. Or listen to my body so well that they were able to anticipate when I was going to orgasm.

I shook my head, glancing over my shoulder. “I’m fine.”

Eli smiled. “Good. Stay there and I’ll clean you up.”

Any strength I had left in my body dissipated once he pulled out. I felt like I was melting into the mattress as I drifted off. I couldn’t recall the last time I felt this satisfied. I stirred awake when a warm, damp towel swiped between my legs, wiping me clean.

“Mmm.” I hummed sleepily. “I can do it.” I blinked up at him, a shy smile curling my mouth.