Page 59 of Worth the Try
After laying her down on the bed, I finish undressing myself, barely able to see her eyes in the dark but knowing they’re trailing over my body the same way my eyes are feasting on hers. I’ve memorized every curve of her pale form, but I want more. I’ll always want more.
I crawl onto the mattress and lower myself down, settling into the cradle of her legs and feeling the damp heat of her. It takes every ounce of willpower I have not to push into her, to claim her as mine and damn the consequences.
She’s so fucking soft, so responsive to every touch, writhing and moaning and uttering tiny words of nonsense as I worship her, kissing and nipping and licking her neck and chest. Then I go lower, taking one of those glorious breasts in my hand and sucking on her nipple.
“Fuck,” she whispers, sliding a hand against the back of my head to hold me in place.
I smile against her skin, not stopping. I love making her curse; it’s the only time she does it, and the hit of dopamine it sends through me is like nothing else. After giving her other breast the same amount of love and attention, bringing the peak into my mouth and sucking until she hisses and bucks beneath me, I finally move down her body.
“Want me to make you come again, sweetheart?” I ask, burying my face in her plush stomach and relishing the feel of her nails against my scalp.
“God, yes,” she answers.
I lift back up and kiss her, shifting to lie beside her before moving a hand between her legs. She arches into my touch, her body begging for what she’s not yet saying out loud. “You’ve got to be quiet, Elodie. Can you do that for me?”
“Pretty sure I’ve proven that,” she whispers, the bit of light seeping in from the blinds highlighting the naughty smirk on her lips. “Or have you forgotten?”
Fair point.“What if I do this?” I slide my middle finger around her clit.
She moans quietly, closing her eyes at the touch.
“Mm, not bad,” I praise, still swirling my finger around that bundle of nerves. “But you know I want those beautiful eyes on me.”
Her eyes pop open.
“Time for another test.”
She bites her lip, and I hold back a groan. “What happens if I touch you like this?” I push my finger into her, feeling the wet heat of her body wrap around it.
She inhales sharply, her hands clutching at me as her hips rise. “Oh, God,” she whispers.
I push a second finger in, pumping slowly, before using my thumb to find her clit again. She whimpers, and I swallow down her noises with a kiss. Her legs fall open as her breaths comefaster, her inner muscles already starting to tighten around my fingers.
“Ansel.” My name comes out in a whimper.
“You’re doing so well,” I tell her. “Now, grab that pillow and scream into it if you need. But otherwise, I want your eyes. Do you understand?” I push my fingers farther into her.
“Yes, please yes,” she chants.
I pull my fingers out and slide down, needing to taste her more than I need to fucking breathe. When my mouth finally meets her pussy, we both groan as I take my time with her. Tasting her arousal and letting it coat my tongue before focusing on a spot just below her clit as I push my fingers back into her. She responds just like she did the last time, the pressure of my tongue sending her closer and closer.
It takes no time. I wrap my lips around her clit and look up to make sure she’s watching, and she is. Her orgasm is close, too. “Good girl,” I praise again, pressing as deep into her as I can. “Now come for me.”
She bucks up as I bend my head to her again, opening her mouth in a silent scream as her walls throb against my fingers, her whole body pulsing in rhythm to her climax. She’s so fucking gorgeous, so unbelievably sexy as she shudders above me, her eyes wide and glassy.
She inhales, then looses a breathy, drawn-out curse as she lets herself fall back onto the bed. “My God, Ansel.”
I crawl up her body, kissing her softly rounded belly, licking the underside of her breasts, and circling each nipple into a taut peak before sucking it, one hand exploring her curves as I go. When I get to her mouth, she opens wide for me, and I take her, needing every bit of her that I can have.
She wraps her arms and legs around me, and before I know what’s happening, she’s rolling us, settling on top of me, and grinning in the dim light.
“My turn.”
Chapter 20
Elodie
HIS EYES WIDEN to an almost comical size at my words, then his eyebrows slam down. “Elle?—”
