Page 64 of Enchanting the Elf
“You are so enchanting, Liebling,” I whisper to the woman who has had my heart in a vise grip for weeks, even though I hadn’t allowed myself to fully acknowledge it.
“You’re going to have to tell me what that means.”
“I will, but later. Right now I want to fuck you until you scream my name.”
Florence grins at me with a little mischief dancing in her eyes.
“I’d like to see you try.”
Unwittingly, a laugh bursts out of my chest and Florence’s smile grows even brighter.
“There are those dimples. I missed them.” She reaches up and frames my face, her thumbs brushing over the indentations in my cheeks.
“Only yours,” I say, meaning it.
Florence’s breath hitches and she stills. I lean my forehead against hers and time suspends as we breathe each other in. The weight of the moment is almost tangible, enclosing us in our own bubble of safety while the rain continues to pound against the house.
Lightning cracks outside and it jolts us into action.
Simultaneously, our mouths find each other and our kisses become voracious.
Florence’s hands move to the buttons of my shirt, her cold fingers fumbling in the dim light with the wet material, sendinggoose bumps careening across my skin despite the way my flesh burns for her. I reach behind me and pull the drenched shirt off my back and it hits the ground with a wet splosh.
I reach for her sodden dress and tear it up and off her body with quick efficiency, throwing it behind me while I guide her deeper into the house.
The rest of our clothing leaves a trail in the hallway as we stumble toward my bedroom, devouring each other with eager kisses. Mouths almost fused together, our limbs tangle as we caress every bit of flesh we can reach.
I spin, barely feeling the sharp pain that shoots up my hip as I hit the corner of a table. The piece of furniture rattles, then settles as I push us onward.
Florence’s breath whooshes from her as I press her to a wall, needing a moment to feel her body fully against mine. With a light nip on my bottom lip, she shoves me back, moving us toward the bedroom.
A crash sounds a second before my shoes crunch on the broken bits of a very expensive vase. I didn’t even feel myself hit the credenza it was on.
It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters but the woman in my arms.
Needing to get closer again, I press Florence’s naked body up against the closest wall with mine and she hikes a leg over my hip, just as needy as I am.
I dip my head and nip along her neck, licking a stripe across it to ease the sting and Florence moans in response, hips rocking toward me, searching for friction I know she desperately needs.
“I don’t think I can wait until we get to the bedroom,” I rasp out, hands moving over her flesh, caressing, kneading.
“I hope not,” Florence pants with blunt nails digging into my back. “If you don’t fuck me right now I might combust.”
“Take my cock and guide me home, Liebling.”
Florence reaches down between us and I groan at the feeling of her soft hand wrapping around my aching cock. She gives my cock a squeeze and my hips buck forward.
“Liebling, please,” I grit out and grab her thigh, hitching it higher and opening her up to me.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Florence purrs and guides me into her warm, wet pussy.
I drive forward painstakingly slowly but don’t stop until I’m fully sheathed. I hold absolutely still, afraid I’ll come too soon from the exquisite feel of her, and also to give her a moment to adjust.
Florence’s head thuds against the wall behind her, her eyes closed and her chest heaving.
“Adelbert, you feel so good, baby,” Florence moans and something in my chest takes flight.
“Say my name again,” I demand hoarsely, needing her to say my name while I make her mine.
