Sweet And Addictive

Elliot⁰

She lay beneath me, her body warm and soft against mine, her breaths still uneven from the storm we’d just weathered together. Her hair was a wild mess against the cushions, her skin flushed and glowing in the dim light of my living room.

But I couldn’t look away from her lips—swollen and glistening, slightly parted as she caught her breath.

I wasn’t done with her. Not by a long shot.

My body was still taut with need, the evidence of my desire pressing against her thigh, making it impossible to ignore.

As if sensing my thoughts, her eyes fluttered open, meeting mine. There was something in her gaze—something raw and unguarded that made my chest tighten.

But I didn’t let myself linger on it. Not now.

Instead, I leaned down, brushing my lips against hers in a kiss that started gentle but quickly deepened, growing more urgent with each passing second.

Her soft moan as I kissed her sent a shiver down my spine, spurring me on.

I trailed my lips down her jawline, my stubble grazing her sensitive skin and drawing a gasp from her. My mouth found the delicate curve of her neck, and I couldn’t resist biting down gently, earning another soft, breathy moan.

Her hands slid into my hair, tugging me closer, and I obliged, moving lower.

My lips skimmed over her collarbone, down to the swell of her breasts, still exposed from earlier. Her skin tasted like salt and sin, and I was intoxicated.

I kissed the valley between her breasts, my hands sliding up to cup them, my thumbs brushing over her sensitive tits.

She arched into my touch, her head falling back against the cushions, and I couldn’t hold back a groan. The way her body responded to me, the way she surrendered so completely, it was almost too much.

But I wasn’t done worshipping her. Not yet.

I kissed my way down her stomach, my teeth grazing her skin just enough to make her squirm. She murmured my name, a plea and a demand all at once, and I couldn’t help but smile against her skin.

I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her panties, sliding them down her legs in one slow, deliberate motion.

“Elliot,” she whispered, her voice shaky but laced with anticipation.

“Shh,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to the inside of her thigh. “I’ve got you.”

Her legs parted for me, and I wasted no time, my mouth finding her clit and drawing a sharp cry from her lips.

She was sweet and addictive, and I savored every reaction I pulled from her—the way her back arched, the way her fingers gripped my hair, the way her legs trembled as I took my time unraveling her.

Her hands tried to tug me back up, as if she couldn’t bear it any longer, but I held her hips firmly in place, determined to bring her to the edge once more.

When she finally shattered beneath me, her cries filling the room, I couldn’t help the satisfied smirk that spread across my lips.

But I wasn’t done.

I climbed back up her body, capturing her lips in a kiss that was messy and desperate, letting her taste herself on my tongue.

Her hands fumbled with the waistband of my pants, and I helped her, kicking them off along with my boxers, leaving us both bare.

I positioned myself over her, pausing just long enough to look into her eyes, to make sure she was ready for what was to come.

Her answer came in the form of a soft, whispered, “Please.”

And then I was inside her.

This time, there was no slow build, no holding back.

Our bodies moved together in a rhythm that was as wild and untamed as the storm brewing outside.

Her nails raked down my back, leaving trails of fire in their wake. Her legs wrapped around my waist, pulling me deeper, closer, until there was no space left between us.

I buried my face in the crook of her neck, groaning her name as I thrust into her, harder, faster, each movement drawing us closer to the brink.

Her cries grew louder, more frantic, and I knew she was close.

I reached between us, finding the spot that I knew would send her over the edge, and when she shattered again, her walls tightening around me, I followed her into oblivion.

We collapsed onto the couch together, our bodies tangled, our breaths mingling as we came down from the high.

I held her close, pressing a kiss to her forehead, and for a brief moment, I let myself believe that this could be more than just a night.

But deep down, I knew better.

Susan Hart was going to be the death of me.