Page 26 of Christmas in Comets Valley
“There’ll be ice skating…” Elliot added in an attempt to convince me further. What he didn’t know was that I’d made up my mind well before I arrived to town and we were sure as hell going to the festival.
“What time does it start?” I gently pecked along his jawline before placing a lingering kiss on his lips.
“We have a few hours to kill.”
“Good.” I smirked.
Keeping me tight against his chest, Elliot rolled me onto my back and settled his hips against my core. Both of us still naked from the last round, he slid his length across my sticky slit, igniting a new spark of arousal inside me.
A tingle of warmth spread outward from my center as he kissed down my neck before dipping lower to nip my taut peaks. I yelped with a laugh which quickly turned to cries of pleasure as he licked and massaged my swollen breasts until they were so sensitive I could’ve come from that alone.
One of my favorite things about Elliot was that he was so in tune with my body that he almost always knew whether or not I was getting off on what he was doing to me. Confidence exuded from him the entire time, and it made me want to melt all over him.
Not daring to break apart from my lips, he lined up with my entrance and buried himself inside me on the first stroke. I arched my back as a whirl of heat swarmed throughout my body and settled into my core.
He filled me so deeply with every thrust I felt like I couldn’t possibly take any more of what he had to give. Yet, I abandoned my thoughts and allowed myself to be whirled into the fullness of the sensations I was feeling.
“You look so pretty taking all of me like that,” he rasped before quickly slipping out of me to grab one of the throw pillows that’d been kicked to the end of the bed. Lifting my hips, he shoved the pillow underneath. When he entered me again, the new angle made it feel like he was deeper inside me than he’d ever been before. And the stars clouding my vision were proof that was a possibility.
I was a panting, moaning mess who’d given up all efforts at trying to make myself look cute while I came. Because when I did, I knew I was going to explode into a thousand pieces, and there couldn’t possibly be a way to look cute while doing that.
“Tell me how good it feels.” The smug grin Elliot wore while he pounded in and out of my heat sent me spiraling into another dimension.
“I… can’t think right now,” I stammered between thrusts. “H-how do you expect me to f-formulate words?”
The grin on his face only got bigger and my non-response after must’ve been proof enough of how he made me feel, which for the record, was really fucking good.
I was almost thirty years old and all my prior sexual experiences had only been with one man—well, aside from the current fling I was taking part in—and all it took was one week with Elliot to show me what I’d missed out on for an entire decade.
Yet another reason to be angry at myself for staying with Tye for so long. The guy didn’t give me an orgasm for ten years— ten years!—and this one figured it out in less than twenty minutes.
What the hell was wrong with me?
“Come back to me, gorgeous.”
See. That’s what I meant. Tye would’ve never noticed nor cared if I was thinking myself out of an orgasm. Elliot just… knew. And instead of letting it get to his head, he used it as fuel to bring me back on course.
I groaned, unsure whether it was from pleasure or general frustration with myself. But probably pleasure based on the way Elliot was pounding into me with long, hard thrusts while his thumb circled my clit.
“Faster, please. I’m going to come.”
Gripping my hips firmly with both hands, he picked up the pace of his strokes while I slid my hand down my torso to take over working my clit.
The sound of my wetness and our bodies slapping against each other resounded off the walls. And his groans… oh my god. Hearing him so unapologetically vocal made my pussy clench around his length even harder.
There was something about knowing he was enjoying this just as much as I was that sent a thrill of euphoria scorching through my veins.
“Come with me,” he urged.
With our eyes locked, my throbbing core trembled around his cock as my climax took over, electrifying every nerve ending in my body. Mere seconds later, his release triggered, and I milked each drop of cum from his cock as he spurted inside me.
“So perfect,” Elliot murmured, sighing in exhaustion as he rested his head on my heart.
“Ready to go again?” I asked, gasping for breath.
“You’re insatiable, you know that?”
“Don’t worry, it’s okay if you can’t keep up,” I taunted, raking my fingertips through his dark, disheveled hair.
