Page 34 of Careless Whisper

Her fingers tangled in my hair, urging me on. I switched to the other nipple, laving it with my tongue until it hardened.

"Eli," she moaned, her hips grinding against mine, every movement telling me that she was hot for me, wet.

The sweet, intoxicating scent of her desire filled the small space, sending anticipation racing through me.

I yanked her pants down in one swift move, letting them tumble carelessly to the floor, and she kicked them aside.

I tried to calm myself. I didn’t want to rush this.ButI couldn’t stop myself.

You know how to turn her on, Elias. You know how to make her come. You know her!

I pulled her panties down as I dropped to my knees, burying my face amid the softness of her thighs and inhaling the musky, heady aroma that was all my Gigi.

"Fuck," she gasped as I traced a long, deliberate stripe along her slit with my tongue, savoring every trace of her flavor.

Each drop, every glistening bead of moisture, testified to her need forme—and I plunged headlong into satisfying it.

I lavished attention on her with the precision of aseasoned devotee, my tongue moving in wet strokes that elicited moans and shuddering movements as she ground against my face.

Her hands tightened in my hair, anchoring me as I focused on her pleasure, alternating between sucking her clit and flicking it with a teasing, relentless rhythm until I felt her trembling on the precipice of ecstasy.

"I'm gonna—" she began, but the escalating urgency silenced her words as I continued unabated, driving her toward an inevitable explosion.

Finally, her cry shattered the charged air, echoing off the walls of the dingy room as she shivered. Each pulse of her release made me feel like a fucking God.

I savored every shudder, every lingering drop of her essence, drinking in the aftermath of her orgasm.

Hunger was ripping through my insides with claws—my need for her peaking.

I rose and gripped her soft, yielding ass, lifting her slightly off the ground. She instinctively wrapped her legs around my waist while her slick arousal pressed irresistibly against the bulge in my scrubs.

"Eli," she whispered, her voice tender amidst the heated excitement as I laid her down on the spindly bed.

I shed my scrubs jerkily, revealing my cock—thick, throbbing, leaking pre-cum.

Her eyes widened as she bit her lip; her hand reached out with a deliberate, slow movement to wrap around my shaft, stroking it with an unhurried rhythm.

"Do you want this?" I demanded, my voice husky, unsure.

I was mad for her.

Crazy about her.

I wanted her.

"Yes," she whispered, her eyes dark and inviting with lust. "Come inside me,cariño."

The sweetness of the endearment made my heart sing.

I eased her legs apart tenderly, watching her as I did. I positioned myself at her entrance and slowly pressed into the wet, tight heat of her pussy.

She gasped as I filled her, her inner walls clenching around me like a perfectly crafted glove. I fought to maintain my control—I didn’t want to come before I felt her clenching around my cock.

I began with measured motions, relishing every inch of her as she enveloped me, but soon, the slow cadence gave way to a furious, animalistic rhythm.

The narrow bed protested with creaks and groans beneath our combined weight as I pounded into her.

Her nails raked into my back as she reached her climax once more, her pussy tightening hard.

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