“Elli, you okay? You are bright red.”
She looked up at him, meeting his playful grin.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she mumbled as her eyes returned to his chest.
He started talking again, but she wasn’t paying any attention. She leaned over slowly, placing her lips over his heart. The intake of breath that she was rewarded with set her into motion. She basically crawled on top of him, kissing his neck, his pecs, watching out for the jagged cut along his collarbone as she kissed and licked.
“Baby, that feels amazing,” he gasped as she sucked lightly on the column of his neck, biting softly the way he always did with her. “God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered as she brought her mouth to his, kissing him deeply.
She pulled back, looking around. She wanted to do more, but she was feeling self-conscious, as always. What if he saw something with her legs like this? She rolled off him, and just as he started protesting, she reached for the lights, and with a flick of her wrist the room went completely dark, except for the faint light of the moon.
When Elli’s eyes adjusted, Shea was grinning at her as she crawled back on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands came up her thighs, and she let out a little gasp as he took over, kissing her throat while he rubbed her thighs. She was self-conscious for about 2.3 seconds, but then his tongue dipped into her cle**age and any coherent thoughts went out the window.
He was so hard. With his PJ pants being so thin and loose, it was all she felt against her white lace panties. His hands were still at her thighs, teasing the lace that came across her ass, while her mouth was busy with his.
Elli couldn’t believe she even had the balls to, but she moved her hands farther down his chest, moving her fingers through the little patch of hair that made a line down to his holy land, before freeing him from his pants. He let out a throaty groan, his hands tightening on her ass, as she ran her hand down his length.
“Oh, god,” he gasped as his head fell back on the back of the couch. She felt the drip of moisture coming from the tip of his shaft, and her mouth watered. It had been so long, did she even know how to do it anymore? He wasn’t expecting it, she knew that, and before she could talk herself out of it, she took him into her mouth. Shea jumped in surprise with a low, dangerous growl, but all it did was fuel Elli to do it some more.
She fell to her knees, between his legs, taking him to the back of her throat. He moaned her name, running his hand up and down her back as his other hand gripped the side of the couch, hard. She moved up and down his length, taking him deep then going all the way out, licking the tip before going back down. His groans turned into pants, before his hands came up into her hair.
“Elli, baby, I’m about to come. Baby, please,” he pleaded.
She went faster, taking him deeper. His grip in her hair hurt, but it was a good hurt.
“Honey, please, I’m about to come. Please, oh God!”
When she felt him about to come, she took him deep in the back of her throat, feeling the hot thick liquid shoot to the back of her throat. His grip was so hard on her hair that she thought he was going to rip it out as he rode his orgasm to the end. When he was finally done, she sat back on legs, looking up at him.
His eyes were closed, his breathing just as hard as hers. He looked beautifully spent. Pants down, shaft lying out, with his hands cupped behind his head as he tried to catch his breath. Elli continued to admire him as the moon shone down on his beautifully sculpted body.
“Jesus, Elli. Don’t ever do that again,” he pleaded with his eyes closed.
Wow, she sucked that bad at it?
She got up, wiping her mouth and going to the kitchen to rinse her mouth out, since she was leaving. How dare him! The first time she throws all her insecurities out the window and that’s what he says! She filled up a glass of water and filled her mouth, moving around the cold liquid before spitting it out. When she felt Shea’s arms come around her, she froze.
What the hell was he doing?
“God, baby, you gotta warn a guy. I almost ripped your hair out it was so good.”
“Oh,” she said as she flushed deep red. He turned her in his arms, kissing her swollen mouth.
“I knew when I first laid eyes on that mouth, it was going to be trouble,” he mumbled against her mouth. “God, Elli.” His eyes closed again and then she was in the air. Shea picked her up, setting her on the island of the kitchen. Lifting her skirt up, he started to run his hands up and down her thighs, teasing her mound with his thumbs. God, how she wanted him between her thighs. Fingers, tongue, anything at this point. She was dripping wet from making him come, but she just couldn’t bring herself to let him do anything. She intertwined their fingers, as he looked up at her.
“Let me take your panties off, please, baby.”
“No, Shea. I’m good.”
“No, baby please, let me taste you, let me lick you, please. It can stop after I make you come, please,” he pleaded.
His eyes were so dark blue as he held her gaze with his. He wanted her so bad, she could feel it. She wanted him too, but she just couldn’t chance him seeing her stretch marks or dimples.
“I’m fine, Shea. Making you come made me come.”
“Liar. Come on, please.”
“No,” she whispered, not able to look at him.
“You still don’t trust me?”
She looked up, his eyes weren’t dark with lust anymore, there was only hurt.
“Of course I do Shea, it’s just…I can’t do it yet.”
She looked up at him, meeting his playful grin.
“Yeah, I’m fine,” she mumbled as her eyes returned to his chest.
He started talking again, but she wasn’t paying any attention. She leaned over slowly, placing her lips over his heart. The intake of breath that she was rewarded with set her into motion. She basically crawled on top of him, kissing his neck, his pecs, watching out for the jagged cut along his collarbone as she kissed and licked.
“Baby, that feels amazing,” he gasped as she sucked lightly on the column of his neck, biting softly the way he always did with her. “God, I’ve missed you,” he whispered as she brought her mouth to his, kissing him deeply.
She pulled back, looking around. She wanted to do more, but she was feeling self-conscious, as always. What if he saw something with her legs like this? She rolled off him, and just as he started protesting, she reached for the lights, and with a flick of her wrist the room went completely dark, except for the faint light of the moon.
When Elli’s eyes adjusted, Shea was grinning at her as she crawled back on top of him, straddling his waist. His hands came up her thighs, and she let out a little gasp as he took over, kissing her throat while he rubbed her thighs. She was self-conscious for about 2.3 seconds, but then his tongue dipped into her cle**age and any coherent thoughts went out the window.
He was so hard. With his PJ pants being so thin and loose, it was all she felt against her white lace panties. His hands were still at her thighs, teasing the lace that came across her ass, while her mouth was busy with his.
Elli couldn’t believe she even had the balls to, but she moved her hands farther down his chest, moving her fingers through the little patch of hair that made a line down to his holy land, before freeing him from his pants. He let out a throaty groan, his hands tightening on her ass, as she ran her hand down his length.
“Oh, god,” he gasped as his head fell back on the back of the couch. She felt the drip of moisture coming from the tip of his shaft, and her mouth watered. It had been so long, did she even know how to do it anymore? He wasn’t expecting it, she knew that, and before she could talk herself out of it, she took him into her mouth. Shea jumped in surprise with a low, dangerous growl, but all it did was fuel Elli to do it some more.
She fell to her knees, between his legs, taking him to the back of her throat. He moaned her name, running his hand up and down her back as his other hand gripped the side of the couch, hard. She moved up and down his length, taking him deep then going all the way out, licking the tip before going back down. His groans turned into pants, before his hands came up into her hair.
“Elli, baby, I’m about to come. Baby, please,” he pleaded.
She went faster, taking him deeper. His grip in her hair hurt, but it was a good hurt.
“Honey, please, I’m about to come. Please, oh God!”
When she felt him about to come, she took him deep in the back of her throat, feeling the hot thick liquid shoot to the back of her throat. His grip was so hard on her hair that she thought he was going to rip it out as he rode his orgasm to the end. When he was finally done, she sat back on legs, looking up at him.
His eyes were closed, his breathing just as hard as hers. He looked beautifully spent. Pants down, shaft lying out, with his hands cupped behind his head as he tried to catch his breath. Elli continued to admire him as the moon shone down on his beautifully sculpted body.
“Jesus, Elli. Don’t ever do that again,” he pleaded with his eyes closed.
Wow, she sucked that bad at it?
She got up, wiping her mouth and going to the kitchen to rinse her mouth out, since she was leaving. How dare him! The first time she throws all her insecurities out the window and that’s what he says! She filled up a glass of water and filled her mouth, moving around the cold liquid before spitting it out. When she felt Shea’s arms come around her, she froze.
What the hell was he doing?
“God, baby, you gotta warn a guy. I almost ripped your hair out it was so good.”
“Oh,” she said as she flushed deep red. He turned her in his arms, kissing her swollen mouth.
“I knew when I first laid eyes on that mouth, it was going to be trouble,” he mumbled against her mouth. “God, Elli.” His eyes closed again and then she was in the air. Shea picked her up, setting her on the island of the kitchen. Lifting her skirt up, he started to run his hands up and down her thighs, teasing her mound with his thumbs. God, how she wanted him between her thighs. Fingers, tongue, anything at this point. She was dripping wet from making him come, but she just couldn’t bring herself to let him do anything. She intertwined their fingers, as he looked up at her.
“Let me take your panties off, please, baby.”
“No, Shea. I’m good.”
“No, baby please, let me taste you, let me lick you, please. It can stop after I make you come, please,” he pleaded.
His eyes were so dark blue as he held her gaze with his. He wanted her so bad, she could feel it. She wanted him too, but she just couldn’t chance him seeing her stretch marks or dimples.
“I’m fine, Shea. Making you come made me come.”
“Liar. Come on, please.”
“No,” she whispered, not able to look at him.
“You still don’t trust me?”
She looked up, his eyes weren’t dark with lust anymore, there was only hurt.
“Of course I do Shea, it’s just…I can’t do it yet.”
