Page 70 of The Call of Crimson
His eyes heat as I lean in to lick it from his skin. My tongue traces the same path my fingers took, paying special attention to his collarbone and reveling in the wanton sounds coming from his lips. I lick around each nipple, sucking gently to ensure I’ve cleaned him thoroughly.
“Ophelia,” he moans. “This was supposed to be my job.”
“I made the mess,” I argue, reaching a hand for the bulge between his thighs. “I should clean it.”
He groans deeply when I wrap my messy hand around the hard length beneath his sleep pants. I pump him slowly, being sure to smear the frosting all over him. His mouth latches onto my throat, nipping and biting at the skin until I’m whimpering.
My pace quickens as I feel frosting cover my nipples, his fingers trailing down my abdomen.
“Fuck, baby,” Elijah pants. “You’re making such a mess.”
“Then perhaps you should let me clean it,” I suggest, my tone sultry, as I lean in to kiss him.
Dropping his sleep pants to the ground, he growls, “Lie back.” This time, I comply, letting my back rest against the kitchen counter.
Elijah climbs onto the counter, straddling my chest. Stroking his cock, he grins. “Open those pretty little lips, baby.”
I oblige, savoring his taste mixed with the chocolate cakes as he slides into my mouth. He stops halfway, letting me run my tongue along his shaft as I clean him.
He releases a guttural sound as he slides further into my mouth, close to bottoming out. I can breathe, but just barely. I hollow my cheeks, sucking hard as I work a hand under his shaft to grasp his balls.
The sounds he makes are wild and unrestrained, his hips jerking forward as he thrusts in and out of my mouth. From this angle, I have limited mobility, but I let him take his pleasure, my own arousal building at seeing him come undone.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” Elijah whispers. “I’m going to come straight down that pretty throat if I don’t stop now.”
His hips falter, and I scowl as he attempts to pull out. I squeeze tightly on his balls, and he hisses. Lust-drunk eyes meet mine as he stops retreating and asks, “No? You want me to finish in your mouth?”
With the tip of his length still inside my mouth, I nod, bobbing my head forward to take him back in.
“You sure, beautiful?”
I roll my eyes, sucking hard on him until his eyes roll back. “I’ll take that as a yes,” he groans.
He thrusts back into my mouth fully, eliciting a gag when he hits the back of my throat. Tears pool in my eyes as he continues thrusting.
There’s something serene about submitting to him, taking everything he gives, and being completely at his mercy. Everything quiets around me, the world makes a little more sense when I’m under his control.
His pace increases, and all I can do is let him use me to find his release. Warm salty seed fills my mouth, his cock pulsing as he empties himself into me. I swallow, the sweetness from the cake mingling with the slightly bitter taste of his come.
“Gods, you look beautiful swallowing my cock like that,” Elijah purrs as his dick slides out of my mouth with a wet pop.
I suck in a breath, my chest heaving as he crawls off the counter. When I move to sit up, he pushes me back down.
With a sexy smirk, he rubs more cake across my body, covering my hips and pubic bone with frosting. He’s careful not to spread any near my actual sex, but he covers just about everywhere else. “I’m not done cleaning upmymess.”
My core heats as his lips move along the trail of chocolate, warm tongue darting out to clean every piece of the cake from my skin.
I gasp when his mouth meets my heated core, tongue flicking and swirling around that bundle of nerves.. Over and over, he laps at my sensitive flesh until I’m writhing beneath him.
He slides not one, but two fingers inside me. In and out he thrusts his hands, my hips leaving the counter as my back arches.
Elijah alternates sucking my clit with quick fluttering motions that leave me dizzy. Pleasure quickly builds, my core tightening as his fingers curl forward. The motion sends me straight over the edge, pleasure racing through every limb as I cry out his name.
He continues lapping at my core, drinking every drop of my release until I’m shaking beneath him.
“Enough,” I beg, weakly shoving at his shoulder.
He pulls back, his lips quirking in a self-satisfied smirk. It quickly dissolves into laughter as he moves me upright.
