Page 143 of The Home Grown
“Mike—I…”
“Yeah?”
Chapter Twenty-Nine
ELLIE
I had convincedmyself I was a ‘one and done’ girl, but apparently, I can orgasm twice in close succession, and I think I’m bordering on a third time when I hear the moans coming from Mike as I tease him with my tongue.
All he needed was several minutes to reset.
I did that to him.
So it only makes sense I return the favour.
I’m not a blowjob expert or anything. In fact, I can probably count on one hand how many I’ve given in the past. They always seemedtoointimate,toopersonal, but nothing could stop me from shifting Mike into position against the headboard.
I like the control it gives me. Knowing I’m the reason he’s making those noises, gripping my hair, guiding me with his hands. And there’s a way he’s looking down at me, eyelids heavy, pleasure carved all over his face that gives me so much satisfaction.
I thinkImay come from the sight alone.
“You’re … fuck.”
“Hmm?”
It’s not taken me long to find the sensitive spot, right under the tip of his dick, and if I flick my tongue over it as I bob down, he groans in such a way that makes me want to stop what I’m doing and sink down on top of him.
“Whatever you’re doing … there… that. Fuck. You’re going to make me … stop.”
I pull away. A hard task, considering I was enjoying it so much.
“Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no—you definitely didn’t. I … I don’t want to come again yet.”
I scoot closer to him, straddling his thighs, trailing my hands up and down over his chest. Oh, how is his chest so … I don’t even have the words. His muscles, hard and defined under my hands, feel unreal. But the more I touch him, the more his dick twitches in the space between us.
“Why not?” I ask.
“I want to … I don’t know, make it last. I like the idea of not finishing until you tell me I can.” His cheeks flush pink.
I can’t help myself. I lean in, kissing his ear, his neck, his cheek, his jaw, finally landing on his mouth, pulling at his bottom lip with my teeth.
Damn, I’m really horny. What is he doing to me?
“Fuck,” he breathes. “Fuck.”
His hands grip my hips, and he shifts me back an inch.
I reach down and grip his dick in my hands, squeezing gently before letting go.
This is something else I’m not familiar with. Pushing boundaries. Seeing how far he can go, but if that’s what he wants, then I don’t see why I can’t appease him. Tease him.
I lean back, positioning myself so my legs are either side of his torso and I open my thighs, bringing my hand to my pussy and running my fingers over myself.
“Oh, fuck,” he says, watching me. “I think this is going to be difficult.”
But I don’t let that stop me. I dip my finger into my pussy and circle my clit with the tip, shuddering in pleasure as I do.
