Page 98 of Seduction
“What?”
“I never get to undress you. You’re always naked.”
Chuckling, he reaches for my tank top, pulling it up. “Next time, baby.”
He tosses it aside, his eyes instantly locking on to my breasts. Now that the threat of losing them isn’t imminent, I’m going to make the best of these babies. I palm both, tugging on my nipples, watching Jon lick his lips in anticipation.
“You’re so fucking sexy.”
I move my hips, sliding back and forth over his erection, still pulling on my nipples. If only I could make him feel the way I do. He knows what I need to hear and when, whether it’s calling me “beautiful” or—like now—“fucking sexy.” He makes me feel like a woman. A woman who’s wanted… loved. I’m going to make him feel like a man.
Myman.
Standing, I push my boy shorts down my legs, kicking them off. I suck my middle finger into my mouth, getting it wet before reaching between my legs. I swipe it across my clit, gasping at the sensation and the sight of him releasing his dick from his boxers. By the light of the TV, I play with myself for him, for his pleasure, because I am his.
“I’m so wet for you, Jon.”
I whimper, my finger easily gliding inside me.
“Come here,” he orders, voice thick with arousal. “Sit on my face, Ellen.”
My knees wobble.
I take a step forward, turn around, then slowly lower myself above him. His arms wrap around my thighs, gently pulling me down to his lips. Moaning from the feeling of his wet, warm tongue on my clit, I enclose his dick in a fist, stroking up and down. I try to concentrate on him, taking him into my mouth, but with each lick he delivers, I lose focus. His hips begin to thrust up, so I let him control that, too, allowing him to take my mouth. He groans, sucking on my clit. My thighs quiver, body threatening to collapse on top of him.
“Jon….”
He kisses every inch of my sex, tongue swiping at my lips before sliding inside me. I squirm, slowly riding his face.
“Yes… yes….”
I abandon trying to suck him off, jerking him off instead.
“Every night, I’m going to put you to bed just like this.”
Jesus. My muscles clench.
“Suck you to sleep,” he mumbles, right before latching on to my clit once more.
I bury my face in his thigh, using it to muffle my sounds as my body explodes. He presses the tip of his tongue to my clit, thrusting two fingers inside me. I clench around them, listening to his groan as my muscles spasm. He slaps my ass, sinking his fingers deeper. I don’t know how, but I come again, biting into his thigh. He slows down and removes his fingers, his tongue gently stroking me. I take control of my weak limbs, moving back down to straddle him. Kneeling above him, I position his dick at my entrance, sinking down and taking all of him. He hisses, fingers digging into my hips. I lean forward, hands flat on his chest as I begin to move.
“Fuck, Ellen….” His head falls back on the pillow, eyes closed. “So tight….”
I contract my muscles, gripping him tighter.
“Oh, fuck,” he groans.
He meets my thrusts, pushing up when I slide forward, going even deeper. Impossibly ramping up the pleasure a notch, he sucks my nipple into his mouth.
“Oh, God, Jon!” I whisper-shout.
Releasing it, he smacks my ass.
I come.
I come harder than I ever have in my entire life, body quaking, teeth chattering, thighs gripping Jon’s body between them. He grabs my hips, thrusting deep, my name leaving his lips.
“Oh, shit.”
