Page 34 of Sexploitation
His mouth crashes into mine right as ‘Happy New Year’ rings through the bar, the kiss possessive yet loving. My arms wrap about his waist, my body melting into his. I whimper as he pulls away, the cocky smirk on his face making my heart flutter.
“I told you you’d be mine, Peach.”
Parker
The fabricof my dress sways across the marbled floor as I walk into the room, the weight of the beading heavy. With each step it feels like I’m wading through a river of memories, all of them converging into one moment, all of them leading up to this night. The evening passed by in a blur of pleasant conversation, laughter, and dancing. It was beautiful and magical. I couldn’t have asked for more.
Elias closes the hotel room door and turns to me. “You looked stunning tonight.”
My cheeks heat as his stare skates over my body, and I roll my eyes. “Can we just skip the pleasantries and get me out of this damn thing?”
Elias chuckles. “As you wish.”
He makes his way toward me, his eyes never leaving mine. His hand reaches for the zipper on the back of my dress, slowly pulling it down. The dress falls to the floor, and I'm left standing in a matching set of lacy lingerie.
Elias groans, his eyes darkening with desire. He steps forward and wraps his arms around me, pressing his lips to mine. His kiss is rough, desperate even, full of passion. I moan into his mouth and melt into him, my hands working quickly to tug his suit jacket off his body before ripping his shirt open.
“Hey, that was expensive,” he teases as his mouth leaves mine, tossing the shirt on the floor.
“Don’t give a shit.” I tug on his belt. “Pants off too, handsome.”
Elias takes his time, giving me a show as he removes the rest of his clothes. “Like what you see, Peach?”
My gaze dances over his naked body, my center throbbing with need. “Shut up and fuck me.”
We collide again and stumble toward the bed, collapsing onto the silk sheets. Elias runs his hands over my body, exploring every curve and dip. His touch sets me on fire, heat building between us.
Our bodies move in perfect rhythm, the chemistry between us undeniable. Elias knows just how to touch me, how to bring me to the edge of pleasure and keep me there. He's a master at this game, and I can't help but fall under his spell.
Pulling my mouth from his, I peer up into his molten chocolate eyes. “I kept up my end of the deal, white dress and all.” I motion to the discarded dress on the floor, a teasing grin on my lips. “Your turn.”
“I always follow through,” he replies, that cocky grin spreading across his face.
I run my hands down Elias's bare back, feeling the muscles ripple beneath my touch. “Less talking. More doing.”
“Anything for you,wife.”
My heart swells as I meld my mouth with his, my tongue claiming him. I never thought I wanted to be a wife. Never thought I was the marrying type. But when Elias got down on one knee last New Year’s Eve in front of all our friends, it felt like a no-brainer. The past two years with him and Grace have been the happiest years of my life. I can’t imagine my world without them in it.
Sitting up slightly, I reach behind my back, unclasping my bra and letting it fall from my body. Elias watches me, his eyes drinking me in. The intense look in his stare makes me feel exposed, vulnerable in the best way. He looks at me like I'm the most beautiful woman he’s ever seen.
The white silk sheets shift as Elias leans forward, his lips pressing against the hollow of my throat. He forges a path of kisses down my body then back up again, stopping to kiss each breast before finding my lips once more.
“Beautiful.” My body trembles as his praise brushes across my lips, his fingers slipping under the edges of my panties. He tugs them down my legs before tossing them to the floor. “Spread those legs, Peach. Show me that pretty pussy.” My legs fall open without thought, my center throbbing as his hungry gaze takes me in. “So fucking perfect.” His voice is gruff, each word like a caress.
Elias keeps his stare locked on mine as he leans down, kissing my inner thighs. I arch my back when he reaches my center, a loud moan slipping from my lips as his tongue glides up my slit.
He chuckles against me. “You like that, Peach? You like your husband's tongue on your pussy?”
“Yes,” I pant.
He groans, the deep sound vibrating against my skin as his tongue continues to swirl around my clit. My body twists beneath him, my hips bucking against his mouth. His tongue flickers against my clit, alternating between soft and hard.
One hand grips the base of my hip, digging into my skin, while the other slips between my thighs. His finger teases my entrance, waiting for my walls to welcome him before he pushes inside, slowly working it in and out while his tongue continues working my clit. My moans grow louder as he adds another, my body tensing.
“Elias, please,” I beg, each breath coming out in a loud gasp.
Every muscle in my body feels taut as I chase my release, every nerve buzzing. Then I crash over the edge, screaming as my orgasm washes like a wave over me. Elias gently removes his fingers, his tongue lapping up my release as I come down from my high.