Forgetting You

“Elliot,” I growled, my voice sounding husky and full of need. “Stop teasing me. Please.”

“But I like to play,” he said, his voice sounding deeper than usual. “Can I play with ye, green eyes?”

“Ye can fuck me, that’s what ye can do!”

“Tell me what ye like and don’t like,” he urged, one of his hands massaging the inside of my thigh. “Teach me how to please ye. Teach me how to love you, sasanach.”

My body was so on edge it was about to burst; I hurt with the need for Elliot to touch me with his tongue. I didn’t know what kind of sensation to expect, I had no idea if it would be as good as every woman said it was, but I wanted Elliot to make me come and I didn’t care how. The aching place between my trembling legs begged to be touched, licked, kissed, sucked.

“Just kiss me already!”

“You’re the boss.”

Before I could say another word, Elliot’s tongue slid up my slick, wet folds and parted them. The moment he touched the swollen bundle of nerves that was driving my body crazy with need, I cried out in delight. I was so wound up that I could already feel myself nearing the edge of release. My eyes were squeezed shut and my spine was rigid.

“Holy Christ,” I shouted. “Oh, fuck! Elliot. Faster! Yes.”

I had never experienced such a sensation of pleasure in my life, not even when I touched myself. Elliot’s mouth was fastened on to my clit and he wasted no time in drawing out gratification with his hot touch. I was speaking words that to my own ears didn’t make sense. The faster that talented tongue curled around the pulsing bud, the louder my moans became.

I was breathless and felt my body rising to a point of no return.

“Yes, Elliot. Fuck! Yes, don’t stop. Keep that pressure. No, not on my lips, on me clit. Please.”

His arms hooked around my hips, and his hands clasped together at the base of my stomach. He applied even more pressure when I began to lose control of my body, and used his strength to keep my arse on the mattress as he feasted on me. His fingers bit into my flesh, and the slight pain mixed with the pleasure his tongue was giving me took me to new heights. I arched my back, threw my head back as my lips parted in a silent scream as celestial sensations slammed into me. My body tensed, and sensation fluttered round and round until my lungs gasped for air.

I sucked in several breaths as I flattened myself back against the mattress. My muscles went lax, and for a second I wasn’t sure where I was. I felt soft lips travel upwards on my body, then I felt them on my face and mouth.

“Did I do it right?”

Elliot’s voice was hot, raspy and thick with need.

“Yes,” I breathed. “Fuck, yes. Do it again.”

He laughed as he slipped his tongue into my mouth. I was surprised when I tasted a light, salty tang, then I realised that flavour was me. It was incredibly erotic and dirty and I loved every second of it.

“Now,” I pleaded as I wrapped my arms around his neck. “Love me now. Please.”

He moved off of me for just a few seconds as he grabbed his jeans and fumbled with them. Elliot’s eyes were all over me as I lay panting, spread open and waiting for him. His eyes never remained on one location for long. They were on my eyes, my mouth, my breasts, between my shaking thighs.

He licked his lips.

“I’ve dreamed of ye like this. You’re so beautiful,” he said as he finally found the condom packet and raised it to his mouth. His teeth had just closed over the foil when he paused and seemed to think better of it. He opened the packet with his fingers instead. “Better safe than sorry,” he said, winking.

He was just about to roll it on to his throbbing length when I reached for him. “Let me.”

He squeezed his eyes shut for a moment before he approached me and handed me the cherry-scented piece of latex. I reached out and touched Elliot’s cock, and heard his barely audible hiss. He was rock hard, but his sensitive skin was silky-soft. I took him in my hand and tentatively pumped up and down, twice. Elliot was rigid as he stood before me, allowing my inexperienced touch to undo him.

“Please,” he groaned. “I’ll come before I get inside ye, Noah.”

I looked up at him; his eyes were hooded with desire, his swollen lips were wet and parted as he breathed heavily in and out. I wanted to taste him, even if it was only for a moment . . . this time. I lowered my head and kissed the tip of his cockhead that leaked with pre-cum. Elliot’s shocked gasp turned to a deep, low groan when my lips wrapped around him and gently suckled.