Page 55 of The Call of Crimson
In and out, his finger thrusts slowly while his thumb rubs circles on my clit. He greedily sucks my nipple, nipping it. The combination of his fingers and teeth mix as pain and pleasure heighten my arousal, and another louder moan escapes my lips.
A second finger joins the first. He keeps up a delicious pace that has me rocking against his hand.
Heat builds in my core, spreading throughout my entire body. I’m trembling at his touch as he unravels every part of me.
“Gods, you’re so wet for me already,” he murmurs against my breast.
A third finger joins the others, stretching me to fit around them. There’s a slight burn that quickly dissipates as he circles my clit faster.
What he does next leaves me teetering on the edge of destruction. His fingers curl, hitting a sensitive spot deep inside of me.
“I’m so close, Eli,” I whisper, my body coiling tight.
“Don’t you dare come, yet,” he growls. “I want to taste your sweet pussy when you come for me.”
His mouth leaves my nipple and travels down to my center.
He shoves his tongue straight against my clit, his fingers still curling inside me. He licks and sucks the sensitive flesh, circling his tongue around me in the same motion as his thumb.
“Elijah,” I beg, not knowing what I’m begging for.
He presses his other hand down against my abdomen, the slight pressure increasing my arousal in a strange, though completely welcome, way. “Come for me, baby.”
His words are my undoing, and I shatter around him as utter bliss rolls over me in waves.
A liquid gushes out of me, covering Elijah’s face as he drinks it down.
He swallows, licking my center up and down until he’s certain he’s gotten every last drop of me.
My cheeks heat in embarrassment at what just happened.
“I-I don’t know what just happened.” My voice trembles, embarrassment tinged with pleasure as it pulses through my body.
Elijah chuckles darkly. “Exactly what I wanted to happen just happened. Don’t you dare feel embarrassed by that. It’s one of the sexiest things a female can do in bed.”
“Really?”
“Really, really.”
He lifts himself from between my legs, leaning in to kiss me.
I taste the remnants of my orgasm on his lips, and instead of embarrassment, I feel a flicker of satisfaction.
“I want to taste you next,” I whisper as I trail my hands down to his hardened length.
I pull the sleep pants down, exposing his hard member. There’s a drop of pre-come leaking from the tip that I’m dying to have on my tongue.
“You can taste me next round, doll,” Elijah promises. “I’m too fucking desperate for you right now. I need to feel this sweet cunt wrapped around my cock.”
I pout, and he bites down on my bottom lip in retaliation.
I hiss just as he releases his teeth, kneading the tender flesh with his tongue to lessen the sting.
My arousal builds again as I feel the tip of him press against me.
“I’ve done what I can to prepare you,” he says, stroking my cheek. “But this next part is going to hurt. Trust me?”
“I trust you,” I say, nodding.
