11. Margot

I sealElle's mouth with my own, kissing and nipping and sucking her lips until they're puffy and swollen, and she's kissing me back just as hard.

She squeezes my hand that's still exploring her boob, but it's a good kind of squeeze. A keep-going kind of squeeze, and she doesn't need to tell me twice. Elle's tit fills my hand perfectly, and even through her bra, I can feel the way her nipple has hardened. I brush my thumb over it, loving the way her breath catches, wishing it was my mouth instead.

"You're so beautiful," I mutter.

She gives a disgustingly loud snort. "I look even better naked."

That's the absolute last thing I'm expecting her to say. "Fuck."

"We can do that too."

"Elle …" I pull back, hands dropping to hold her hips. "You don't want to take it slow?"

"I think I've taken it more than slow enough."

The ache between my legs gets stronger. "You want me to touch you?"

She nods, lifting her leg to rest her knee on the couch behind me. "Everywhere."

"I've been dying for this," I admit. I release her hip with one hand and slip it down between her legs. Other than heat, I can't feel anything beneath the material.

I let out a frustrated grunt. "The one day you wear fucking pants."

"I visited my parents, and I knew it would piss them off."

"Yeah, well, now they're pissing me off."

She laughs and tugs my bottom lip between her teeth. "So take them fucking off me."

Well, let's see where this goes. I'm so blindingly turned on by her that I'm all in, but I pay attention as I flip us so she's resting against the back of the couch. Our eyes meet as I pop her top button and slide down the zipper.

"This okay?"

"No."

I'm about to rip my hand away and apologize when she takes it and slides it into the gap. My exhale stutters from me as I brush her pussy.

"Oh lord," she gasps. She grips the couch as her head drops back.

I stand by what I said before. Fucking beautiful.

Her panties are soaked already, my fingers sliding easily into her slick crease. I run them all the way down and back up again, body humming with the evidence of how turned on she is.

"Fuck," I rasp, leaning in to kiss along her neck. She smells like cherries, and her throat is silky against my lips. Elle tastes like a mixture of moisturizer and the salt of her skin, and when my fingers brush her clit, the deep gasp she lets out puffs against my hair.

Damn, I wish we'd gotten out of these clothes, but I'm too desperate for her to stop now. I want to feel her, taste her, all over. Want to lick her nipple into my mouth, press my face to her soft stomach, bury my mouth between her thighs.

Even the thought of that has tingles racing south.

"I want to taste you," I murmur by her ear. "Please."

Elle whines and plants both hands on my shoulders before pushing me to my knees. "I need you to."

Well, if she needs it …

I hook my fingers into her open pants and drag those and her panties down—the pink lacy ones that have driven me out of my mind on more than one occasion—and then I'm faced with the sexiest sight. Elle. Hair neatly trimmed and on full display.

"Fuck me."

She laughs, but when I lean in and drag my tongue over her opening, the laugh turns to more of a raspy moan. "Again. More."

That makes me smile. "You've never been eaten out in your life before this moment. Just wait."

"Bold claim since I'm no virgin."

Bold, maybe, but I know for a fuck I'm going to blow her mind. I just send her a cocky air-kiss before getting to work.

She tastes incredible, smells like sex, and none of the moans and hitches in her breathing are faked if how wet she is is any indication. I circle her opening with my tongue before diving in, pressing my face so deep between her legs that I can barely breathe.

Elle's panting, and my mind is going all fuzzy and numb over the fact I finally get to do this with her. Finally get to explore and indulge and hope like hell I can make this just as good for her.

I sense her getting close in the twitch of her thighs, in how she rocks her hips against me, seeking out more. And I'm only happy to give it to her.

My fingers join my tongue spearing into her body, and I give myself another few minutes to lick and suck and play before I let my fingers take over, and I pull back, just a little. Just enough to run my tongue over her clit.

Elle catches a gasp in her throat until I close my mouth over her, and she completely loses control. I suck and tease that perfect fucking spot until she's shaking, and then I crook my fingers and run them over her G-spot.

Elle loses it. She cries out, shudders racking through her incredible limbs, and I'm high as fuck as she releases control. I love that she doesn't try to hide it, love that when she orgasms, one leg goes tense and her torso curls in a little. Her mouth drops, and tiny "yes, oh, fuck" noises slip past her lips.

When Elle stops shaking, she helps me to my feet and kicks out of her pants. "You have one second to get naked."

I scramble to do exactly that as she strips off her shirt and unclips her bra. The second my clothes are strewn over the floor, Elle's stare burns into my skin.

"Lie down on the couch."

"Okay …"

I round it and flop down on the cushions, only to have Elle join me a moment later. She climbs over the top of me, lowering her weight, pressing miles of skin across mine. My hands find her ass, and I squeeze, rocking my hips up against hers. Sparks race over my skin.

"Oh. Do that again."

Instead, I grab one leg and yank her knee up near my hip, then spread my legs open more. The angle has her rubbing perfectly over my clit. "Right there," I mutter, and Elle shudders on top of me.

She rolls her hips this time, letting out the cutest little moan. "Can I get you off like this?"

"Yes. And probably quickly." I'm so wet and aching for her it's ridiculous. Weeks of pent-up sexual frustration finally being rewarded with the hottest woman I've ever seen grinding against me.

"I have to say …" she pants. "Most people make a joke out of scissoring, but this is … this is …"

"Incredible?"

"So, so incredible. I think I'm going to come again."

"Do it."

She slams her mouth against mine, movements getting faster. More desperate. The friction is everything I've needed, and the urge to let go and have it all be over is strong. It won't be long before it's not even my choice anymore. Elle was right—she knows exactly what she's doing with this sex stuff, and every pass of her pussy over mine is sending tingles right out to my limbs. Sending my brain just a little fuzzy.

My hands find her breasts again, and I tease her nipples, loving how hard they get against how soft her boobs are. Elle kisses me like she can't believe it's happening. Like she never wants to stop. And it fills me with more confidence in us than I ever thought I could have.

There's no hesitation from her. No second-guessing. She's all in.

It's when this ends that will be the real test.

She's told me before that she has no problem having sex with men, but once the act is over, she can't stand to be around them.

I fucking hope that's not the same with me.

Elle plants her elbows into the couch on either side of me, kiss getting deeper, messier, as she moves faster on top of me. It pulls me right out of my head and back to having my mind blown. I release her chest, hands finding her ass again, and hold on as I rut up against her. It's getting too much.

My pussy is throbbing, clit getting oversensitive, making it impossible to hold back. We're sweating slightly, hair plastered to the back of my neck, her legs damp against my skin, hot breaths and the smell of sex filling the air around us.

I'm aching to finish. So close to the edge. My mouth breaks from her, and I drop my head, lips finding her neck, the dip where it meets her shoulder. I lick and suck on her skin, tasting her, addicted and ready and so checked out of reality.

I hit the wall where it all gets too much and finally stop holding back. My orgasm crested, spots dancing in my vision, and my pussy throbs with each wave of pleasure. The high is pure fucking ecstasy that I want to sink into for as long as possible. Elle twitches on top of me, pulling me back from myself, as a cry falls from her lips and she comes for the second time.

I'm just trying to catch my breath as she relaxes against me.

That was one of the most incredible orgasms of my life, but now I have to face what comes next.

The last thing I want to do is get up and leave, but I will if that's what she needs. The problem is, I don't know what she needs.

And I'm terrified to ask.