The touch rocked through her. It was so intense that it stole the breath clean from her lungs and she had to cling to him dizzily. Elle curled her fingers into his shirt, trying to pull him closer but he didn’t move. Nothing else touched except their lips, and the hand that Honey had curled around her cheek.
His fingers slid with the utmost gentleness down the side of her neck until they could spear into the soft waves of her hair. He used his hand to hold her still with the softest of pressure as he tilted his head, his mouth angling over hers for better contact.
She gasped as his tongue teased against the seam of her lips, allowing him instant access and he slid it in to tease wetly with hers. It was slow and languorous and had a heaviness seeping through her that made it hard to move. Not that she wanted to. No, she could finally admit to herself that she was exactly where she wanted to be. In Honey’s arms.
Elle was overwhelmed by the emotion that stole through her at his kiss. Just a simple kiss, but there was nothing simple about the painful need that was bubbling up inside her. But still, he kept things slow. So sweet and gentle, so unlike their first times together, and so tender that it had tears stinging the corners of her eyes and she had to squeeze them tight.
His kiss didn’t stop, it didn’t slow or speed up. On and on, his mouth moved, light and soft against hers until she felt like she was drowning in his kiss. He nipped at her lower lip, drawing it gently between his teeth and she let out a breathy moan at the pleasure that ripped through her.
Something about his pace, or the maybe it was the fact that their bodies were still inches apart, made the ecstasy that much more intense, that much more overwhelming. His scent surrounded her and every time she inhaled she drew more and more of him deep inside her. Honey invaded every part of her, that heaviness spreading like syrup until she could feel moisture pool warm and wet between her thighs. She moved restlessly then, unknowing, wanting him more than she’d ever wanted anything in her entire life. But nothing she did could make him alter his slow, steady pace.
Torturously, his fingers grasped the edge of her cardigan, just barely touching her as he pulled it off her boneless arms. They were so heavy she could hardly lift them at all but then he was working on her blouse, anticipation spiking through her as he painstakingly unbuttoned each button going down the front and slid it front her shoulders to land unheeded next to her sweater.
“Lean back,” he whispered the words roughly against her mouth, still not breaking the kiss as he helped her back until she hit the arm of the couch behind her and he was working on the button and zipper of her jeans. Elle reached down to help but he held both of her wrists over her head with one hand while he went back to work on the closures with the other.
“Honey–” she breathed out, frustration making her move restlessly but he stopped her with a gently touch.
“No, Elle. Let me.”
With her hands restrained above her head there wasn’t much she could to argue with him so she tried to hold herself still as he worked, finally getting the zipper undone and slowly, so slowly he inched the jeans down her legs until he could throw those as well to the floor. Honey made quick work of her bra and it took her a full minute to realize that she was completely naked and spread out underneath him.
The sudden need to be skin to skin shot through her and she arched her hips up into his, relishing his quick indrawn breath.
“You, too,” she whispered against him, tugging at his grip and he reluctantly let her go. Immediately her fingers went to work, drawing his shirt up and over his head, fumbling at the button on his jeans but the trembling in her limbs and digits didn’t help.
Honey took pity on her, pulling back enough to shimmy out of his jeans and boxers and they both groaned simultaneously as he helped her to lay back onto the couch, every inch of his hard, muscled body pressed against hers.
It was almost too much for Elle as he began to run feather-light kisses up and down her entire body, every part he could reach of her. He teased her, drawing her higher and higher as pleasure flooded through her hyper sensitive system, but it still wasn’t enough. It wasn’t nearly enough.
But still, he continued, teasing her, torturing her until she thought she couldn’t take a second more. As his kisses landed, sweet and chaste and at the same time the most erotic thing she’d ever experienced in her entire life.
Elle’s chest tightened with bittersweet emotion as her hips rolled of their own volition, begging him without words. Words that she couldn’t form, that she didn’t have the oxygen or focus to. All of her attention was on Honey, and the exquisite pleasure pain he was ringing from her body.
Desire swept through her, all-encompassing as he traced a path across her hip and down the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. She could hear him inhale and rather than embarrassment Elle felt a wave of power. She knew that he was just as much at a mercy of whatever spell had been cast between them as she was.
And then he was reaching out with his fingers, sliding them easily along the already wet inner lips of her pussy and she couldn’t hold back when she moaned out his name. All thoughts were gone, wiped away by the pleasure he wrought with his hands, bringing her higher and higher. But still keeping her just out of reach, holding back just enough to keep her right on the edge.
“Please, Honey. Please,” Elle said, her voice breaking as pleasure and desire wracked her, “I need you.”
***
I need you. The sweetest words Honey had ever heard echoed over and over in his head in time to his racing pulse and the lust sweeping through his body. Like a mantra, or a totem, he repeated them, he clung to them as he worshiped Elle’s body. With his tongue and mouth and fingers he teased her, over and over he brought her to the edge, just about to come before pulling back again.
He loved the way her body moved, like silk and water beneath him. She was so beautiful that it stole his breath clear out of his lungs and he had to inhaled deep of her as his kisses trailed over her entire body. Every inch of bare skin he could reach. Nothing went untouched, unexplored. Delving into every crevice, every secret hollow, until he knew all of her, ingrained in his mind like a map.
Elle twisted and turned beneath him, begging with him, pleading with him and her words sank deep inside him, wrapping around him, healing a scar that he’d never known he carried, soothing the bitterness that he’d held within for so long. But then desire was back, riding him fiercely and he couldn’t wait.
Finally, it was too much for him as well. Every moment that he’d spent teasing Elle, he’d been torturing himself at the same time, driving the fire hotter and hotter between them until he thought he was about to explode.
With a frustrated curse, he fumbled with the condom packet, finally ripping it with his teeth and rolling it on, impatience driving him forward. He needed to feel her. He needed to be inside her. Now. He couldn’t wait another second, wouldn’t survive with her sweet heat surrounding him.
With a grown of pleasure unlike anything he’d ever known, he grasped her hips, pulled her thighs up until they wrapped around his and he sank all the way to the hilt inside her. They both froze for a moment, Elle’s eyes squeezed shut as pure ecstasy played over her features.
And then, he was lost in her, lost in the rhythm of their bodies meeting, their souls meeting over and over again until a frenzied pace caught them both on the brink. A moment later the pleasure grew so sharp he had to cry out her name a second before Elle shuddered beneath him, clawing at his back, and he followed a moment later, everything inside him shattering into a million pieces. He didn’t think he’d ever be able to put them back the same again. He didn’t think he wanted to.