Page 170 of A Curse On Black Lake
I stare down at her and tuck her hair behind her ear. It’s a mess all over me and the pillow, but I don’t care.
She hums and shifts in my arms.
“What time is it?” she asks sleepily.
I don’t look at the clock. “Doesn’t matter right now,” I tell her.
“Tell that to my goats,” she mumbles.
I smile, and her eyes finally open. The blues piercing my own. I could dive into her deep depths and never come up for air.Maybe I am a little obsessed.
She gives me a sleepy smile, and I slip my hand to the back of her head, the silky strands bunched between my fingers, and sweep my mouth over hers.
Eliana sighs and grabs my ribs. She pushes in as we delve into each other. Her leg slips between mine, so she’s straddling my thigh, and I nip at her lip and the look in her eyes sends a thrill through me.
“Now?” I ask her.
She nods and rubs against my thigh.
“Is that okay?” she asks.
“Absolutely,” I tell her. Our noses brush, and I pepper kisses all over her face. “I’m surprised you’re not tired.”
She smiles and kisses me. “Does it matter?”
I grab her thigh, pulling her tighter to me. “No, but I’m sure you’re sore. I don’t want to hurt you.”
“Well, I need someone to help me work out the kinks,” she says with a sassy grin.
My hand slips to her behind, and I squeeze the flesh. “I think I can help you with that.”
I grab her mouth, controlling the kiss, and wrap her long moonlit hair around my fist, tugging her head back. She gasps, and I nibble and bite up and down her neck, careful not to leave a mark.
Her hips roll against my thigh while her hands grip wherever she can find purchase. Pulling her on top of me, and scoot myself up so I’m leaning against the headboard.
“What are you doing?” she asks.
I grab her neck and drag my lips up the column over her throat.
“I want you to ride me,” I tell her.
She looks down at us, and I reach between her thighs. A whimper pops from her lips, and her hips move against my hand.
“How do I do that?” she asks.
I clasp the back of her neck, tugging her face to mine. “You’re thinking too hard, baby.”
“But I want to make you feel good too,” she says.
I laugh, and her eyes widen.
“What?” she asks.
“Darlin’, you could simply touch me with your pinky finger and I’ll probably embarrass myself in your hand right now.”
“Oh,” she says, avoiding my eyes.
I chuck her chin. “You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I tell her.
