Page 20 of Willows and Waterlilies

“We’re getting married now?” I laugh.

“Yeah, I proposed with a fuck off big ring,” he teases, then flips me around again so he is face-to-sex.

“You did? What was my answer?” I ask as he places his hand between my thighs to move them apart.

“You said…” he begins before swiping a finger through my wet lips below, causing me to groan with a need for more. “You couldn’t promise yourself to someone who hadn’t shown you what he was capable of in bed. Smart girl.”

“You better deliver then, Mr Woo…oh!”

Before I can finish that sentence, he silences me by swiping his tongue all the way through my sex, with his finger now pushing inside of me.

“Oh, I intend to!” he says before he begins what can only be described as sweet torture, using just his tongue and forefinger. Just as I’m about to detonate in such a way my head feels like it might actually implode, he pulls back. I’m ashamed to say, I literally mewed like a cat. He laughs at first, a low, self-satisfied laugh, that makes me want to both slap and straddle him all at the same time. “Two rules, Ellie Russo; one, you do as I tell you, and two, you only come when I give you permission.”

“What happens if I break those rules?” I gasp, no doubt looking completely out of it.

“Then, you will be punished, Ellie!” he declares as he stands to meet me face-to-face. I’m gifted with one PG-13 kiss before I’m hauled over his shoulder and carried into the bedroom, together with a swift smack of my ass.

Once I hit the mattress with a small bounce, he stands back and begins undressing, slowly, but in a manly, I’m-the-king-of-the-world kind of way, smirking the entire time. I have to admit, a man removing his cufflinks never struck me as being particularly erotic, but the sight of him doing just that has me leaning back onto my elbows, with my legs parting just enough for a healthy view of what he has left wanting. I then smile with a come-hither motion of my finger.

“That is quite the sight,” he says as he begins removing his belt, which is almost as delicious as the removal of his cufflinks. “So much more impressive than what I had conjured up inside my head over the last six months.”

I open my mouth to reply but am cut short when he pulls everything down in one motion to reveal a very tempting sight. I’ve never rated a dick before, but if one were to be given my ‘Best Dick of the Year’ award, Elijah Woods and his angry-looking cock would receive it with a promise to let him do whatever the hell he wants with it.

“Not afraid, are we?” he asks with a quirk of his right brow. All I can do is shake my head at such a pace, it no doubt makes me look the complete opposite of nonchalant. “Good. Now, on all fours, darling!”

I giggle to myself before turning over and doing exactly as he says, ass in the air and with a small wiggle to tease. At first, I feel nothing, just a cold blow of air from the air conditioning, turning my already pebbled nipples even harder. When his fingers eventually begin to stroke the inside of my thighs, I almost collapse onto the mattress. But then he begins to move them apart, wider and with a swipe of his fingers through my aching core.

“Dripping,” he murmurs, “I was ever so cruel to you, wasn’t I?”

“Mmhmm,” I moan as he continues running the tips of his fingers through me with such a teasing pressure, I try to back into them. I’m punished with a sudden slap, followed by a rub of my tingling flesh.

“I decide when and how, Miss Russo,” he says, “rules are rules!”

“Sorry,” I whisper, though still with a smile on my lips.

“Good girl,” he says smugly before using his wicked tongue to lick me from one end to the other.

“Ah…fu…!”

Lord, I’ve actually lost the ability to speak. He simply emits a low growl from the back of his throat, causing a delicious vibration against every nerve within the vicinity of my clitoris. He continues torturing me with the tip of his oh, so talented tongue, only stopping to pull me in when he sucks with a suction that I swear is borderline unnatural.

“Please, God, I’m going to –“ I gasp as a powerful feeling begins to build, intensifying at such a pace, I’m not sure I’m going to survive it.

“Shall I let you?” he chuckles quietly, withdrawing for but a moment, though enough to let me cry out in complete frustration. “Permission, granted!”

All it takes is one more swipe of his tongue and I feel like every nerve ending is being set alight with a climax so intense, I collapse onto the mattress. Not that I have much time to recover before he wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me back up into position.

“You’re not even nearly finished, Miss Russo,” he says as I peek between my legs to see him stroking himself with slow but forceful movements.

“I think you killed my clitoris,” I pant, causing him to laugh again, just as he begins rubbing the tip of his cock around my entrance. “She died happy; real fucking happy!”

“Time to revive her,” he says before leaning down to pepper my back with little, soothing kisses, as though easing me back to Earth before he takes me to kinky heaven again. “You ready?”

“Would you judge me if I said I’ve been ready since that kiss in Monet’s Garden?”

No answer is given other than his throaty laugh, followed by a hard thrust of his cock. The shock of him has me taking in a large gulp of air and holding it. I don’t release it until he withdraws, so painfully slowly, then slams back inside of me again. When I moan over the sheer size of him, he stops to begin circling his hips so I can feel him moving around inside of me. It’s so intense, so ridiculously euphoric, I have to grip hold of the sheets to stop myself from releasing far too early for my liking.

“I’m trying really hard to not fuck you like I so dearly want to, darling,” he whispers with what sounds like real strain in his voice.

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