Steal My Breath (Elixir 1)

I do as I’m told and he proceeds to wash the dye from my hair. I never thought the act of hair washing could be so sensual, but Luke creates his own sexual art. His hand resting against my chest slides down to cup my breast, and he massages me the whole time he rinses my hair. Every now and then, he circles his hips and grinds his erection against me. And with my head resting against his shoulder, he takes the opportunity to kiss my neck as often as he can.

I decide to dye my hair every week. At least once a week, if not more. And I’ll invite Luke over to wash it out. The man has skills.

When he’s finished, he spins me around. His hands cup my face, and he kisses me as if he can’t get enough from me. I feel the same way.

“You need to condition my hair now,” I say after his lips leave mine.

“Would that be before or after I spend some time on your body?” He’s asking this question as if there’s even a choice.

I grip his biceps to steady myself because at the rate he’s going, my legs may give way. “I’ll let you decide.”

His hands move down to hold my throat. His thumbs circle the skin where they meet in the middle. I listen as his breaths come faster, matching mine.

Time stretches out; a long, desperate moment where two people begin to shed their skin and come together.

Finally.

Completely.

Absolutely.

His eyes hold mine for that moment until eventually he looks down to watch as he traces both my breasts. His gaze then trails his hands as they slowly make their way down my body. Every inch of my skin is memorised on his journey. By the time he’s kneeling in front of me, every nerve ending has been lit with a scorching want that I need him to take care of.

His hands glide up my legs and push them apart. He looks up and finds my eyes, holding them as he leans forward to run his tongue over my clit. My hand shoots out to lean against the tiled wall. The intense shot of pleasure he delivers almost causes me to lose my balance.

His eyes never leave mine.

Always watching.

Seeing.

Focused.

His tongue runs circles over my clit.

Over and over.

And over.

My head rolls back, and I bite my lip as the waves of pleasure crash over me.

I’m so close.

Luke’s tongue is unrelenting in his chase of my orgasm. When both his hands grip my ass, and he presses his face against my pussy, I shudder. A moan escapes my lips as he begins to expertly move me towards that place I crave.

So close.

Oh, God, so damn close.

He grips me harder.

His lips and tongue suck and lick, and then he pushes a finger inside me, and brilliant light bursts right in front of me.

I come apart.

I hold my breath as I bask in the bliss.

I’m drowning.