Page 134 of Drop Shot
My words invigorate him. He sucks hard on my clit, curling his fingers into me at the same time. I arch up but then his other hand is there, pushing my body back down and forcing me to take what he gives me.
It’s too much and I turn my face into the comforter, biting down on the fabric as I come. The orgasm is intense, downright earth-shattering. My legs shake around him as he licks me as I come down from the high.
“You’re so fucking pretty when you come,” he murmurs, lips wet with my arousal. “I’m never going to get tired of seeing it.”
Pulling a condom out of his pocket, he tosses the packet down on the bed beside my leg.
Shyness suddenly settles over me and I start to close my legs, but then his hands are there, forcing them open.
“Leave ‘em open. I want to see this sweet pussy all slick and ready for me.”
He finishes undressing and reaches for the condom packet. It’s only been a minute, maybe two, but I’m already squirming and desperate for more.
“Elias,” I whine.
“Patience,” he scolds, ripping the foil. “I’ll make it worth the wait.” I watch the controlled and practiced way he rolls the rubber down his length. A small whimper leaves me and his smile grows. “I love how needy you are for me, baby.”
Grabbing the base of his cock, he pushes into me slowly, inch by delicious inch.
“So full,” I gasp, wiggling against him.
“Hold still,” he scolds, planting his hands on my hips to keep me frozen. “I want to take this slow.”
I bite down on my lip. I’m not sure we’re capable of that.
“Slow,” he says again, seemingly as a reminder for himself.
I inhale a shaky breath as he takes his time rocking in and out of me at a torturously slow pace. But every time his groin comes in contact with my clit it somehow feels more intense than ever before. My hands strain against the shirt, but he makes no move to get rid of it.
“Elias,” I whimper.
A part of me desperately wants him to go faster, but another part of me knows that if I hold out and let him take this slow the payoff will be worth it.
“God, baby.” He clenches his teeth. “This pussy is so fucking tight. Do you feel the way you grip me? You were fucking made for me. I can’t believe we haven’t been doing this forever.”
“Please,” I beg, and truthfully don’t even know what I’m asking for.
“Don’t worry, baby,” he croons. “It’ll be worth it. Just wait.”
“I want to feel you.” I lift my hands to show him what I mean and he shakes his head.
“No. I want to take my time and I’ll lose control if you touch me.” I pout up at him in answer. “Frown all you want. I’m not untying you yet.”
He keeps that same slow and steady pace until my eyes begin to close and my pussy flutters around him.
“Right there,” he growls. “You’re so fucking close, aren’t you?” Are you going to come so hard on my dick? I bet you are, pretty girl. Come on. Let go.”
It only takes a few more pumps before I shatter. The torturous pace is well worth the intense orgasm. My eyes shut and my muscles clamp down as I come. The orgasm feels like it goes on for minutes.
When I finally start to return to myself, I open my eyes and find him watching me with awe.
“You’re so fucking hot when you come.” He pulls out of me and I realize that he came too. He gets rid of the condom before climbing onto the bed beside me and untying my top from my wrists. He massages the sensitive skin from where I kept pulling against the fabric. “How are you feeling?” he asks, and I appreciate the way he checks in with me.
“I’m good.”
He presses a tender kiss to my mouth. “Thank you.”
I turn my head to fully look at him, arching a brow. “For having sex with you?”
