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y chin. Raising my head, I felt him pull it over my shoulders and up my arms, exposing my nose and mouth as I gasped from sensation. But he didn’t move it any farther than that. He left it bunched over my eyes, holding my arms in place over my head as he kissed me. It was so much like the dream I’d had, I almost came right then and there.

I felt his warm breath on my nipple, teasing, taunting, making me cry out with need, then, with the softest of touches, his tongue ran over the tip of it, sending a ripple of ecstasy right to the very center of me.

My hands grabbed at the sheets above me, clutching and grasping for some way to hold on, but as his mouth closed around my nipple and sucked, I knew I had no chance. I was slipping into oblivion, and there was no way I was going to be able to stop it, even if I wanted to.

Panting, I thrust my chest higher, begging him to take more of me, and when his mouth closed around my other nipple, I exhaled, my head floating, spinning, spiraling out of control.

As his hands closed around my rib cage, his mouth licking down my sternum, I heard him groan. “You smell fucking amazing.”

I shivered as his fingers skimmed over my skin, the tips of them hooking under the edges of my panties before he slowly started drawing them over my hips. Arching, I raised my butt, all too willing to be bared to him. I needed him inside me. I needed to come around his cock. As I felt him slip them over my feet, I drew my knees upward, parting my legs, waiting to find out what came next, and as soon as I felt his hands start sliding up the insides of my thighs, his tongue gently following the movements, I coiled, my entire body humming with anticipation.

“Eli, please,” I begged. “I need you.” His hands tightened on my thighs before I felt the heat of his breath right at the center of me, and then, with the softest of touches, he ran his tongue over my clit. Stars exploded behind my eyelids. “Oh my God!”

His fingers bit at my skin before I felt his tongue at my opening, circling, stroking, tasting. I was so fucking wet for him, I thought I could explode at any moment. Then he was lapping at me, working my clit again, bringing me higher.

Holy fucking shit. I was seriously about to come. Tensing, I pushed against his mouth, rotating my hips, straining until my nerve endings quickened, pulsing and shuddering in complete ecstasy. “Oh, fuck.”

I writhed underneath him, riding the waves as they shook me, but just as I was floating near the ground again, Eli pulled away from me, the telltale sounds of a zipper loosening and clothes rustling drifting into my senses.

“Condom,” he grunted.

My comprehension ability was limited. I mumbled in confusion.

I felt the bed dip to the side before I heard a drawer sliding open. “Where are your condoms, Jess?” he growled. “Never mind—”

The unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper rustling met my ears a moment before I felt Eli grab my hips and yank me farther down the bed. Then my tank was thrust upward, releasing my arms, before it was tossed to the floor beside me.

I had two seconds to blink up at him before he was on top of me, his mouth crushing mine and his tongue snaking out to slide against mine. “You fucking kill me, Jess,” he said, tension restricting his voice. Then he slammed into me.

If I thought I was seeing stars before, I had just been freaking struck by one, because the intensity of his cock pushing against my G spot was more than my mind and body could handle. I gasped, my eyes widening with the overload of sensation running through me. But then he was moving, his cock slowly sliding out before he slammed back into me. My body tightened, my clit tingling, receptive, ready to take this moment and make it one I’d never forget.

“Fuck me, Jess,” he growled. “Do it. I want to feel you come around my cock.”

I moaned, his words bringing an instant rush to my clit. Pushing against him, I rocked my hips, grinding my pubic bone into him harder.

The tendons in his neck strained as he thrust into me. “You feel so fucking good, Jess,” he choked out. “I want to fuck you so hard. I want to leave my come inside you so bad.” He pumped harder, faster. “I want you to feel that I’ve been inside you. I want you tender. If I was bare right now, Jess, you’d feel my come dripping from your pussy for the rest of the week.”

Holy. Fucking. Shit.

As the orgasm ripped through me, I screamed, my body arching as I clung to him for dear life. I’d never felt anything so completely intense in the entirety of my sexually active life. He said that I kill him, but he’d just ruined me. Completely. I didn’t doubt it for a second. After this, no one would ever come close.

Chapter 36

Eli

With my feet on the floor, I dropped my head into my hands and tried to swallow the regret that was threatening to overwhelm me. As much as I loved what had just happened between me and Jess, I couldn’t avoid the fact that I’d just fucked up. Enormously. What the fuck did I say now? How the hell did I make this better?

Feeling the bed shift behind me, I prepared myself for the abuse. I wasn’t going to argue with her. I deserved it.

The silence confused me before I heard the sound of clothes rustling, followed by a sigh. “Was it really that bad, Eli?” she asked, her voice soft but stony.

I turned, surprised she could even think that I considered that bad. She stood on the other side of the bed, a robe haphazardly wrapped around her curvy frame, curls of auburn hair all over the place. She was beautiful.

I swallowed. “Jess, that was the farthest thing from bad you could possibly get.”

She shook her head, walking around to stand in front of me, well out of reaching distance. “Then I don’t get it. I don’t understand the way you’re acting.”

Reaching for my boxers, I stepped into them and stood to face her. “I told you I had nothing to offer you, Jess. You knew this.”

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