Beautifully Hurt (Beautifully Broken)

I’m so focused on how Eli’s making me feel, I forget to explore his body. My eyes stay locked on his as pleasure begins to build inside me, swirling and tightening.

His fingers move down, flirting with my opening before returning to the bundle of nerves, making my hips lift off the bed.

“Do you want my finger inside you, Quinn?” he asks, his voice hoarse.

“Yes.” My body tenses as the anticipation in me reaches breaking point.

Eli’s eyes burn on me, and then he pushes a single finger inside me. His palm flattens against my clit, and as he begins to massage me, pleasure shoots through me like a rocket. My hips start to move, and grinding down on his hand, my breaths become uneven.

My body tenses, and my nails dig into Eli’s sides.

“That’s it, baby. Let go for me.”

It feels like I’m stuck on a cliff, but then Eli presses down harder on my clit, his finger twirling inside me.

“Come, Quinn.”

My body unravels, and I convulse as if I’m being electrocuted. A strangled moan slips over my lips while ecstasy washes through me.

Eli looks at me with so much love, it makes overwhelming emotions build in my chest.

Slowly I come down from my orgasm, and as Eli pulls his hand away, I’m surprised when he moves down my body. He pushes my legs wide apart, making my eyebrows jump into my hairline, and then my face goes up in flames as he licks me from my opening to my clit.

I’m slightly dying of a weird mixture of embarrassment and desire while he kisses his way up my body until he reaches my mouth.

When he sees that I’m blushing, a hot grin spreads over his face. “Just marking my territory, baby.”

I let out a chuckle. “I guess that’s one way of doing it.”

Eli braces himself on top of me, and lowering his head, he kisses me tenderly and deep, making me feel treasured.

With my brain activity returning after the orgasm, I move my hands up and down his back, drinking in the feel of his warm skin and toned muscles.

Reaching his lower back, my fingers follow the waistband of his jeans until I get to the front. I undo the button, but when I try to pull down the zipper, Eli breaks the kiss, shaking his head.

Instantly I pout, not happy that he’s stopping me. “I want to explore you too.”

“I have zero willpower left, Quinn.”

“So?” I worm my way out from under Eli and push him onto his back. “It’s my turn, and I’m not taking no for an answer.”

“Wow, look at you being all bossy,” he teases me as he settles back against my pillows. His eyes drift over my body, and reaching a hand out, he brushes his knuckles over my right breast.

Kneeling next to his thigh, I reach for the zipper, and this time he doesn’t stop me.

Taking hold of his jeans and boxers, I ask, “Can you lift your hips?”

Eli does as I say, and as I pull the fabric down his legs, my eyes dart to his groin.

Oh dear God.

I try to hide my shock at his size.

I tried watching porn once but almost died from embarrassment. It was the only time I saw a man naked, and I felt a little traumatized.

But Eli…

“You’re beautiful,” I murmur in awe of his body.

“Beautiful?” he asks, cocking his head with a frown forming between his eyes. “Not a word a guy wants to hear when his woman’s staring at his cock.”

“What am I supposed to say?” I chuckle, amused by his reaction.

“Impressive.”

I let out a chuckle. “Oh, trust me, you’re impressive.”

ELI

I teased Quinn because, for a second there, she looked a little scared.

When she begins to straddle me, I grab hold of her hips to stop her. “I swear if your pussy comes close to my cock, I’ll be done for.”

Pushing her a little down, I settle her on my thigh. Not that the heat coming off her and searing into my skin is any better.

“If it’s so hard for you, why are you delaying us having sex?” she asks.

“Because I don’t want you to miss out on everything that comes before it.”

Quinn’s fingers wrap around my cock, and it instantly ceases all brain activity for me. “Fuck,” I hiss, my eyes snapping to her face.

She watches me intently as she strokes me once, her touch careful.

“Harder, baby,” I say, and wrapping my hand around hers, I squeeze. “Like that.”

Keeping my hand around hers, I guide her, teaching her how I like it. My eyes lower to my cock, and watching Quinn’s hand stroke me is the hottest thing I’ve seen.

Lifting my left hand, I grab Quinn behind her neck and tug her toward me. I take her mouth, my tongue thrusting into her warmth the way I want to sink my cock into her pussy.