Page 56 of Seduction
“So tight,” he mumbles. “So fucking sweet.”
“Jon….”
My body begins to shudder, announcing my impending orgasm. I weave my fingers into his hair, grabbing a handful. A second finger slides inside me, massaging my top wall while he returns to sucking on my clit.
“Oh, God….” My back arches and my eyes snap shut, my fingers tightening in his hair. “Jon!” I scream his name as I come, convulsions racking my entire body. Pleasure courses through my veins, so intense I feel like it’s seeping through my pores because my body can’t contain it. As the contractions begin to die down, his attentions slow. His fingers slide out of me, and he gives my clit a final kiss before his touch is gone. My eyes flutter open, resting on the god of a man standing over me.
“Crap,” I whisper in amazement, expelling a breath.
He chuckles, reaching for something on the nightstand. My eyes follow his movements as he removes something from his wallet—condoms.Oh, yeah. There’s totally another part left to come.While he works on the wrapper, I sit up, placing my hands on his hips. Tipping my face up to his, I keep our eyes locked as I tug at the towel around his hips. I toss it aside, letting my eyes travel slowly down his chest, his flat stomach. I gasp at what’s at my eye level. His hard dick juts out toward me, a bead of precum sitting on the tip.
If I thought he was perfection before…. Damn.
Enclosing it in a fist, I stroke up and down, leaning forward to lick the bit of liquid away. He groans but prevents me from doing more.
“Not tonight, beautiful.”
I watch him roll the condom on, lying back and preparing myself. Nervous, I close my eyes and wait.
“Look at me, Ellen. I want you to see who’s inside you.”
I obey, finding him leaning above me again. His right hand is supporting his weight on the bed, his left hand between us, guiding his dick to my entrance. I grab his shoulders as he pushes forward, my nails sinking deeper into his flesh with every inch he gives me.
“Fuck,” he murmurs, hooking my leg around his hip.
Whimpering, I drag my nails down his back as my muscles clench around him. He begins to move, both hands now on either side of my head, our gazes locked.
He’s gentle; so gentle… like he’s handling delicate, precious cargo. He’s bigger than my vibrator, so I appreciate it. At the same time, I don’t want to be “handled.” I want everything he has to give—every inch, every ounce of energy. I want it all.
“Fuck me, Jon.” He stops, searching my eyes. “Please.”
His lips crash into mine, and as he gives me all of him, I wrap both legs around him. He grinds against me, circling his hips, not pulling back an inch. His hands slide beneath me, his fingers curling over my shoulder and keeping me in place. For once, we’re perfectly aligned—face to face, chest to chest, skin rubbing against skin, tongues swirling, teeth nipping, my lips throbbing but begging for more. I loosen my hold on his hips, grabbing and pressing my nails into his ass. Control is so far beyond my reach, I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back. The sounds we’re both making are like music to my ears, my body seemingly absorbing his and vice versa.
Grabbing my bottom lip between his teeth, he gently pulls, sucking it into his mouth. He releases it with a pop, moving his lips to my neck. Instinctively, I bare it to him, my head falling back as far as it can go. He continues his assault on my senses, sucking and licking at my skin. Each touch, each caress is like a balm, soothing my soul, yet exciting my body at the same time.
“Jon… oh, God!”
Without warning, he pulls out of me.
“No, don’t stop,” I whine.
He flips me onto my right side, climbing in behind me. Scooting back, I press my body against his, not wanting to lose the connection. One hand slithers beneath me and around my waist, anchoring me to him, while the other lifts my leg. He guides himself back inside me. It’s only been a few seconds, but my body already missed him. I sigh in contentment when he returns. His fingers glide up my leg and between my thighs, my body shuddering as they swipe across my lips. Slowly, he begins thrusting into me, his fingers circling my clit.
“You feel so good,” he whispers against my back, his breath on my skin sending shivers up my spine. “Amazing.” He bites into my skin. “Fucking phenomenal.”
You feel the same. I don’t ever want you to stop. “I….”
He presses down on my clit, rubbing faster, thrusting harder. My fingers curl into the sheets, nails digging into my palm. My muscles contract, squeezing his dick.
“Ellen.”
His voice is a warning, but I can’t stop; I can’t control it. My grip on him grows tighter the closer I get to my orgasm.
“Jon… I….” I press my ass into him, tremors beginning to rock my body. “I’m going to… come.”
He doesn’t let up. On the contrary, his actions intensify.
My body goes still.
