Forgetting You

“Christ,” he rasped, a hand blindly finding its way to my hair, fingers grasping the strands tightly. “Sasanach . . . I missed this mouth so fuckin’ much.”

I wanted to tease him, to have a little fun, but that could happen later . . . right now I needed to please my man.

My response was to close my mouth around the head fully and suck. Not too hard, just a gentle bit of suction to get his heart pumping. Elliot moaned out loud, and his reaction sent shivers racing up and down my spine. I removed my lips from the head and kissed the base, then licked it from root to tip. When Elliot hissed God’s name, I took the head of his cock back into my mouth and sucked again. He whimpered. I tentatively began to bob my head, testing how much of him I could take in my mouth.

I had done this so many times to him before, but I could tell my body was out of practice. The sounds my mouth made while I sucked and licked seemed to add fuel to the fire in turning Elliot on. The sounds he made and how hard his cock was in my mouth caused a pulse to throb between my thighs. He opened his eyes a few times to look down at me, so he could watch my mouth sucking him, but when he found my eyes were locked solely on his, his eyes rolled back in his head again and he bit down on his lip as if he were in pain. He knew how much I loved sucking him, and his reaction always made me hot.

I loved it.

I loved that I made him feel so good and that he reacted in such a way. Elliot was usually calm, collected and the one in charge, but when I had my hands and mouth on him, he was at my mercy and he knew it. He liked it. When I reached up with my free hand and cupped his balls, his entire body jolted. The hands in my hair tightened their hold and his hips began to buck back and forth. I kept my touch light and where I knew he liked it, and if his vocals were anything to go by, I’d hit the mark.

I hummed around him, letting him know just how much I was enjoying myself, and the vibrations from my throat were too much for him to handle.

“Noah.” His lips were parted. “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

I smiled around him and the sight seemed to be enough for him, because his hips jerked suddenly and I felt hot spurts of saltiness coat my tongue. Elliot’s groan was low, like it was almost stuck in his throat. I milked him dry and swallowed every drop. He always loved that part, when I swallowed and showed him that I liked it.

“Sasanach.” He was breathing heavily, his eyes were still closed and his hands were still in my hair as I let him slide out of my mouth. “I’ve been waiting years to feel that again.”

I tilted my head. “You never let another woman—”

“No.” He cut me off. “I never gave, or received, head. I never kissed anyone either.”

I was surprised to hear this, but my heart thrummed with delight. I was glad that those things had been saved just for me.

“Let me take back something else that belongs to me too.” I reached for him. “Play with me.”

He pushed me back on to the bed.

“I wanna kiss ye.”

My body tensed. Elliot’s “kiss” during sex meant an entirely different thing, and when I grinned, he lowered his head to my stomach and kissed it.

“My FUPA.”

“Shut up,” I laughed, slapping his shoulder. “It’s nowhere near big enough to be called that any more, you fuck – Elliot!”

He chuckled as he slid his hot tongue up through my wet folds, and my body bucked. He found my clit immediately and placed a kiss on it before he sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue back and forth. His hands drifted over my body, squeezing my flesh here and there. My eyes crossed when he tongued me to the point that I could hardly draw in a breath. When he suddenly moved down to my labia and sucked on my lips before dipping his tongue inside me, my body twitched.

“Elliot!”

He moved upwards, back up to where I needed him most. As soon as his warm tongue returned to lapping at my swollen bundle of nerves with zest, my legs began to shake.

“My . . . God!”

Elliot made a sound in the back of his throat as he hooked his arms around my thighs and pressed his hands at the base of my stomach. He always did this when my body began to move of its own accord so he could keep me in place. He inhaled a deep breath, then curled his tongue around my clit slowly. It felt so good that it almost hurt. I reached down and tangled my hand in his hair as jumbled words left my mouth at a fast pace.