Once Burned (Morelli Family 3)

“Yes,” she says, but reluctantly, like she hates to admit it.

“Good. Don’t be embarrassed,” I tell her, since she obviously is.

“That’s easy for you to say,” she mutters. “I don’t have my head between your legs.”

Unable to stifle a smirk, I tell her, “I promise if you did, embarrassment is not what I would be feeling.”

“Why don’t you just kiss my face?” she suggests. “I’m perfectly comfortable with that. Or my boobs—they miss you. They told me.”

“Oh, did they?”

Nodding vehemently, she says, “They’re very sad that you went away. They’re starting to take it personally. If you don’t come up here right now and pay attention to them, they may never want anything to do with you ever again.”

“Why don’t you give me about two minutes to change your mind? I promise to make amends with those two as soon as I’m done,” I assure her, indicating her breasts.

“It might be too late,” she informs me.

“I promise you’re going to like this,” I tell her, shaking my head at her extravagant attempts to delay her own pleasure.

She covers her face again as I ignore all her attempts and move my face between her thighs. There’s nothing like the sounds of her gasping as my tongue pushes inside to taste her, her breathless sigh, the helpless moan that escapes her as it hits her clit and sends a jolt of pleasure through her body.

“Adrian,” she utters, half moan, half gasp. And I’m wrong, because that’s the greatest sound that’s ever hit my ears. Her gasping my name in pleasure. I want that replaying on a loop in my head for the rest of my life. With that goal in mind, I unleash years of pent up desire and devour her like I’m a starving man and her pussy is a king’s feast.

“Oh, my god, Adrian.”

I love how vocal she is. I love every gasp, every moan, every second that she grasps the sheets in ecstasy. I love when she can’t take it anymore, and she cries out in pleasure, her body arching up off the bed, my mouth still attached to her.

“Adrian,” she says, on a sigh, reaching down to touch me.

I finally let up, kissing my way back up her abdomen, then her chest, paying the attention I promised to each perfect inch of her breasts.

“That was… I’m a big fan,” she tells me, her hands coming to rest on my back, just touching me as I continue to kiss her.

“I told you,” I say, lightly biting down on a nipple.

Elise sighs, closing her eyes. “I’m kind of peeved we haven’t been doing this all along now.”

I grin, rolling over to grab a condom out of the night stand. “This next part might be a little less fun, since it’s your first time. I want to let you be on top this time, that way you can control the pace.”

“I’m game,” she tells me, watching as I rip open the condom.

Once I get it on, I lie back on the bed and let her climb on top of me, straddling me. The view of her from this angle might kill me—Elise basked in moonlight, her long blond hair draped over her shoulders, her perky tits playing peek-a-boo. The mental image I’m already getting of her riding me is brutal, and the reality’s bound to be better.

I assume I’m going to have to walk her through it, but Elise leans down, apparently wanting to kiss me again before she gets started. The sensation of her naked body against mine while we kiss might be manageable on most days, but it’s been too long and I can’t let her do it too much. I almost wish she wasn’t a virgin, so we could do this again later tonight.

Nah, who’m I kidding? It’s worth a brief first time. There will be plenty of times after, and I’d want to kill any man who dared touch her.

Actually I have killed every man who dared touch her—it’s just there was only one.

Thinking about murder isn’t even helping me last longer, so I finally have to pull back. I don’t want to explain it to her, and I figure she likes a little dominance anyway, so as her lips linger close to mine, as she tries to kiss me again, I grab her hair and tug her back—not too hard, but with enough force to make my point.

“Ride me.”

Excitement sparkles in her eyes at the command—sensuous, purely sexual excitement. It makes me even harder, and I did not think that was possible.

Elise smiles, scooting back and grasping my dick in her soft hand. Lifting up, she guides me between her legs, and as she slowly lowers herself onto my cock, I watch her face. She’s going so slowly, and this is the most exquisite torture I’ve ever experienced in the duration of my life.