Page 84 of Some Saviors Can Break You

“Spread them.”

She was too turned on to do anything but what Eli told her to.

Once her legs were spread he unsnapped her jeans and eased them down her legs. Then he knelt before her, and his hands curled around her bottom and pulled her closer.

“So sweet,” he murmured, then he licked her through her cotton panties.

“Eli,” she whimpered.

“So impatient,” he teased, curling his fingers around the top of her panties and pulling them down her legs. Lifting one foot, he slid her sneaker off, before setting that foot down and picking up her other, removing that shoe too. “Step out,” he ordered, and once she did he tossed her jeans and panties off to the side.

Now that he had her naked, his hands spanned her hips, and he lifted her up and set her down on the side of his desk. His hands on her knees parted her legs, and then he was between them.

Florence shuddered as his tongue touched her, he licked and nibbled, and then slid a finger inside her, curling it so it touched that spot inside that had her gasping. He added another finger, stroking deep, before curling again to get her sweet spot. His tongue continued to swirl around her bud, and when his teeth nibbled gently, she came undone.

Biting her lip to keep from screaming his name, she came on his face as he continued to draw out every last drop of pleasure leaving her a trembling but satisfied mess.

When she could form a thought, she looked up to find Eli watching her with that smug, cocky smile she’d come to know so well.

“Feeling pleased with yourself?” she asked.

“Oh, yeah.”

Scooping her into his arms, he carried her over to the couch and laid her down on it. Then after giving her a reverent look that had her both feeling attractive and tingling with anticipation, he shed his jeans and stretched out above her.

He entered her with one smooth thrust, and she moaned in pleasure as he filled her so completely it was like they were made for each other. Eli thrust slowly in and out, and her hips began to move, meeting him thrust for thrust.

Pleasure built low in her stomach, spreading throughout her body until it consumed her, and this time she couldn’thelp screaming his name as he sent her spiraling into another orgasm. Eli came a second after she did and the fact that they were both experiencing such pure ecstasy at the same time made it all the better.

“I'm not ever going to get enough of that,” she said as her fingers trailed lazy circles on his back as she held him close.

“I'd say me either, but I think that’s a given,” he teased. “Come on, let’s get out of here. We’ll go to the penthouse, the furniture isn’t delivered yet, but there’s still some ice cream left.”

“You know I'm also not ever going to get enough ice cream,” she added on a giggle.

“Sex and ice cream, can't say that’s not a great day.”

She giggled again because Eli lowered all her inhibitions and allowed her to just be free, not so serious and logical all the time.

They put their clothes on, and Eli’s driver took them back to the penthouse where they proceeded to christen every single room of the place, and eat enough ice cream to put a couple of sugar addicted preschoolers to shame.

By the time they were done it was dark out, and Florence was ready to curl up in Eli’s arms and get some sleep, but it seemed he had other ideas.

“Put your shoes on,” he said, holding them out to her.

“We going somewhere?”

“Yep.” He wouldn’t tell her anything else, so her curiosity grew as she put her shoes on and followed him out of the penthouse.

They bypassed the elevator and instead headed for a flight of stairs.

“What are we doing?” she asked, unable to figure out what Eli was up to.

“You’ll see.” He took her hand and led her up to the roof.

“You’re bringing me to the roof?”

“Yep.”

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