Page 128 of It's About Time
Reaching for her hips, I flip her over onto her back, hover over her, and then slowly slide back inside of her. “Because I want to fucking watch your face as you come around me.”
Her eyes are dark and wild, her hair fanning out around her head, and fuck me, but I don’t think she’s ever looked so beautiful. My mouth closes around her nipple as I slow down my rhythm from before, her moans growing longer and softer as I lick her tight nipple. “Are you ready to admit that I know what you need now?”
“Nooooo…” she drags out.
“Tell me you’re mine, Dilynne.”
“Bite me,” she replies, almost out of breath.
I release her nipple and then dig my teeth into the delicate skin on her collarbone. “Tell me, Dilynne.”
“No,” she cries out as my thrusts grow harder and deeper.
“You stubborn fucking woman,” I say, pulling back so I can see her face as my thumb finds her clit and I bring her to the edge. “You know this pussy has never quivered for another man the way it does for me. So fucking admit it. You’re mine. You were always meant to be mine.” The words leave my mouth without hesitation, and I don’t stop thrusting because I’m not even sure Dilynne is aware of what I said.
“Oh, God! Elliot!” she screams, shattering in my arms, under my touch, and around my cock. I fuck her through her release and just when she starts to relax, I find my own.
Wanting to mark her again, I pull out and jack myself off all over her stomach, watching my cum paint her skin. “Fuuuuck…”
Her eyes are heavy as she watches me, and when the last drop leaves my cock, she collapses back onto the bed as I hold myself over her. When her eyes close, I stare down at her, admiring the way her skin is flushed, the way sweat beads at her temples, and the quirk of a smile that rests on her lips.
I take one of my fingers and start smearing my cum around, but not just in any old pattern.
No.
My movements are very intentional.
“In case you needed any more convincing,” I say as her eyes pop open and she stares down at my hand. “MINE.”
Her smile falls as our eyes lock, and then with one blink, she’s pushing me off of her and racing toward the bathroom, shutting herself inside and leaving me wondering if this time I went a little too far.
Chapter 26
Dilynne
Time to Talk about the Past
Luckily, I made it to the bathroom before the first tear slipped down my cheek. But as I stare at my reflection in the mirror—the marks that Elliot left with his teeth and hands, and even his cum that is drying on my stomach as we speak—nothing could have prepared me for how hard that sexual experience was going to hit me.
“Dilynne?” Elliot knocks softly on the door. “Are you okay? I—I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No, I’m good,” I manage to croak out as I wet a washcloth in the sink and start cleaning up my stomach.
“Are you sure? Fuck, Dilynne, I don’t know what to do right now. You’re…you’re kind of freaking me out.”
“Yeah, well, that makes two of us.”
He knocks on the door again. “Open up, please?”
Bracing myself to see the look in his eyes, I reach for a towel, wrap it around my body, and then take in a deep breath of courage before opening the door, only to find him with a pair of basketball shorts slung low on his hips, and nothing else.
God, how did I not see how fucking attractive this man is up until now?
And why am I so hell-bent on keeping my distance when every fiber in my body is screaming that this feels so right?
Elliot owns my body and he’s well on his way to owning my heart. The problem is, I’m not sure I’m ready to give that part of me to him yet.
When his eyes lift and meet mine, I can see his chest deflate. But then his gaze dances all over my body. “Are you sure you’re okay? That I didn’t hurt you?”
