by Moxie North
He pulled back to look up at her, “I’m keeping these,” he said before pushing his face back into her boobs.
Izzy couldn’t help it, she laughed out loud. Then she kept laughing until her body was shaking and she moved her hands to Eli’s head to keep him from bouncing around. Then she slowed her laughter and started running her hands through Eli’s awesome hair. Short but still long enough to grab. It was soft and felt good.
“You ok in there?” she couldn’t help but ask.
She heard a muffled, “mmphff,” which she figured was ok, since it meant he could breathe. She kept rubbing his head, just enjoying the weight of his torso resting on her. This was good, she thought. This was really freaking nice. And she had totally forgot for a moment that she was sitting in her undies.
Eli started moving, so Izzy pulled her hands from his head. She heard a muffled, “No,” so she put her hands back. She felt as Eli brought his hands down and undid the buttons on his shirt. Pulling it off and taking his place back on her, this time his hands wrapping around the back of her.
Gawd! Full skin on skin contact. He was hot and hard, and the smell of man and some kind of spicy cologne was coming off of him in waves. It made Izzy’s freaking ovaries start to dance. Down girls, she thought. Tonight was not the night for making baby firefighters.
She felt him start to place warm, soft kisses on her breasts. Alternating back and forth between them. She watched him pull back and rub his nose along the edge of her flesh where it met the cup of her bra. Then she saw his tongue snake out and retrace the path.
He moved away from her breasts, moving down and placing soft kisses along her ribcage, down her belly. He would stop and run his nose between her belly rolls, then lick back over the path he’d traced.
Izzy was in awe, she’d never had man pay attention to her like this. They were usually in a lights off scenario. But here she was, lights on in Eli’s living room, on his couch half naked. And the man on his knees in front of her was not wanting her to hide from him. He was exploring her like she was a priceless treasure.
She heard him sigh and it sounded like a nice sigh. His head tipped up and he looked at her, she had pulled her bottom lip into her teeth and was worrying it.
He reached up, pulled her lip out with his thumb and whispered, “Stunning.”
She gave him a timid smile and saw he was pushing away from her. But he didn’t get up, he turned to the coffee table behind him and opened the takeout box. He pulled out a giant cannoli that looked like it had mini chocolate chips on it.
“Seriously, Sugar, I’m stuffed,” she said before he could offer it to her.
“Just a taste, Angel, the rest can be for me,” he said.
Izzy nodded, she knew he wouldn’t give up, so she opened her mouth expecting him to offer her the treat. He shook his head, brought the end to his mouth and licked a huge dollop of the cream onto his tongue. He leaned over and offered her his tongue. Like she would pass this up. She pulled his head forward and sucked his tongue into her mouth. They both moaned in unison. Sweet sugary cream and Eli. There was no better dessert she thought.
He leaned back and started picking the tiny chocolate chips off the treat and placing them all over her chest and tummy. Izzy had to hold still so they didn’t fall off and get lost in Eli’s couch.
Once he was happy with his chocolate chip placement, he started dipping his finger into the cream and dropping dots over her body. Down her arms, over the tops of her thighs. When he ran out, he grabbed another cannoli and continued his pastry painting.
When he seemed happy with his finished product, he looked up at her, eyes glinting mischievously. “My turn,” he said and started at her knees. He licked, he sucked, and kissed every spot he had decorated.
The feel of his lips and his tongue had shivers racing down Izzy’s body. She tried to hold as still as she could. She kept eye contact, she couldn’t look away from him. His eyes would alternate between open and greedy to closed and blissful.
He made his way over her belly, continuing his decadent torture. Her belly kept retracting at the tickling touches. He noticed, “My Angel is ticklish, good to know,” and then leaned down to suck at a dollop of cream.
He moved to her arms next. Covering every inch of her skin with his attention. He saved her chest for last. Obviously his favorite. But as he licked the last spot clean, Izzy thought he was finished. Then she heard, “Don’t move baby,” and he reached back for another cannoli.
One hand had the treat, the other reached up and hooked a finger into the cup of her bra. She sucked in a breath as he pulled it down until her breast poured out. She heard him gasp, or maybe it was her gasping, she couldn’t tell. She watched him focus as her breast settle, then he pulled the treat to her ridged nipple and painted the peak white. He leaned over and sucked her entire nipple and surrounding skin into his mouth. He pulled hard, his tongue working the underside of her breast. Izzy arched off the couch, grabbing his head to hold him close.
He suckled and tugged on her hard nub. The sting and tingle shot straight to her clit, making her roll her hips into the cushion. He pulled off with a loud pop, and swapped to the other breast, quickly pulling down the cup, his movements more frantic, more urgent. He swiped the cream over the end of her breast and brought his mouth down wide over her. Pulling a mouthful of breast and sweet cream into his mouth.
“God! Eli, Sugar, that is sooo good,” she said on a breathless gasp.
He worked her breast until it was clean. He leaned up and asked, “Can I taste you Angel?”
She was confused at first, wasn’t that was he was doing. Then the lightbulb flicked on. She was so horny, there was no way on this earth she was going to say no. She nodded, but he shook his head.
“Tell me Angel, tell me you want me to eat your sweet pussy once I cover it with cream. Tell me you want me to suck your clit until you come screaming my name,” he ordered.
Izzy realized, he wanted the words. They were important for him to know, she was totally there with him.
“Yes Sugar, I want you to eat my pussy and make me come, please Eli,” she said breathlessly.
Eli growled, and grabbed the top of her panties and pulled them down. Izzy arched so he could pull them off easily. He leaned back and dipped his finger into the sweetness and brought it to her hard clit that was peeking between her bare lips. He dragged it over her nub and painted it down her labia. Then he replaced his finger with his mouth. Izzy gasped and rocked her hips up to meet his hot eager mouth. He lapped at her, cleaning the cream filling off of her. Then he brought his hands down and pulled her slick lips apart, exposing her aching clit.
He looked up at her, waited for her to meet his eyes, then dove onto that pulsing bud. He sucked it into his mouth, pulling hard. Iz cried out, her hands grabbing his head. Eli leaned over her, using his body weight to keep her pinned to the couch. He ate at her like he was starved, like he hadn’t just completed a full meal plus dessert. She sawed his strong thick biceps flex on her thighs as he used his fingers to pull her pussy wider, giving him more area to taste.
“Fuck me sweetness, you taste so good,” he growled into her pussy. The vibrations tingling across her clit making her whimper.
“Don’t stop, Sugar,” she pleaded.
“No baby, I won’t stop, not until I’ve had all of you.” Then he ran his tongue from her asshole to her clit in one long lick.
“Oh sweet baby ray, I’m gonna come,” she cried.
“That’s right, Angel you show me how hard you can come. I want to taste all you got,” he said and delved back into her wet snatch. He licked and darted his tongue between her folds. He pushed his tongue into her tight hole fucking into her until she writhed against him.
“I need more, Sugar,” she whimpered to him.
“I’ll give you more baby,” and he shoved two firm fingers straight into her. She cried out again, trying to push her hips up, but he held her in place.
“Take it Angel, just feel wh
at I give you,” he said, working his fingers in and out of her. He felt her insides clench down on his fingers. He knew she was close when he saw her thighs start to shake.
He pulled his hand back and replaced his two fingers with three, plunging them hard into her straining pussy. Biting down gently on her clit at the same time, he watched as she screamed and bucked. Her juicy pussy raining down into his mouth. Eli drank in all that she gave him, it was ambrosia. He lapped and slowed his fingers, easing her down. Her limbs were twitching and he watched tremor after tremor course down her body.
He gently pulled his fingers out of her with a sucking sound. He noticed she didn’t even move. Placing a soft final kiss on her mound, he wrapped his arms back around her waist and rested his head on her belly.
Izzy knew he was waiting on her. She was really trying to get her shit together. But she felt like jello, her muscles were loose and her reflexes non-existent. She opened her eyes and saw the world’s most beautiful man, resting his head on her belly smiling up at her like he was the angel, not her.
“Sugar,” she said managing to bring her hand up to his cheek. He turned and kissed her palm.
“Was that good? Cause I could do it again if we need more practice,” he said, almost giddily.
“No Eli, that was all good, perfect even,” she answered.
Chapter 9
“Awesome, then time for a shower!” he said jumping to his feet and grabbing her hands, pulling her up from the couch. He wrapped his arms around her swaying body until she found her balance.
“You’re all sticky Angel girl, you get the shower hot and I’ll be right in,” he said kissing the tip of her nose.
Izzy realized she was totally sticky, for a number of reasons. She headed in the direction Eli had pointed and walked into his bedroom. She avoided looking at the giant king size bed and hit the lights for the bathroom. The bathroom looked like it had recently been remodeled. A double vanity opposite a huge glass walk in shower. A small room to the side with a door that she assumed was the toilet. She took the opportunity to use that little room before Eli made his way in there. Once out, she spared a brief glance into the mirror.
Shit, she had sex hair, lots of it. She also realized she was just wearing her bra, with her boobs hanging out! Holy crap on a cracker, she didn’t even realize. She’d waltzed her ass down his hallway mostly naked and he probably watched! Oh gawd, she was a dork.
Twisting her hair up into a messy knot, she managed to get it to stay although flopping dangerously to one side. She reached in and turned the handles on the shower, steam rose up and filled the room. She stepped into the shower and let the hot water cascade over her. Izzy wanted to contemplate the evening, dissect it, worry over it. But instead she enjoyed the water, let the steam loosen her muscles that were oddly tense after her two screaming orgasms. Now that was something she could ponder.
She heard the door to the shower open and flipped around covering herself like he hadn’t already seen all her goodies. Then her hands dropped, forgetting her modesty, as she watched a completely naked Eli step into the shower.
Fuck a duck, he was stunning. She didn’t even care that she was staring. Her eyes scanned up and down his body. Taking in his thick muscled thighs. The perfect, and mind you, totally erect cock that was pointing quite menacingly at her. His 8-pack abs, yes you heard right, 8-pack. His perfectly shaped pectorals and his thick muscled bound arms.
He was smiling at her, “Like what you see baby?” and then he turned around so she could gaze at his high tight ass.
Looking over his shoulder he said, “Take your time Angel, I’ve got all night.”
Smart-ass.
Playing his game she retorted, “Ok, I’m done.” And turned her back to him to face the water. She was rewarded when he came up behind her, pressing the length of his body to hers. His hard cock slipping between her ass cheeks.
“Oh Angel, we aren’t done, not by a long shot,” he said nipping at her shoulder. “First we need to get you cleaned up, so we can dirty you back up later.”
Izzy looked over her shoulder and saw him reach down and pick up a bottle he’d left on the floor as he walked in. Looking up at him he said, “Body wash, vanilla,” and grinned at her.
That boy sure liked his sweets.
Eli poured a handful into his palm and reached around the front of her and took a breast in each hand. He massaged as he cleaned, working up and down her body, making sure he didn’t miss an inch.
Izzy felt worshiped, adored, and she totally didn’t care what the nasty little voice in her head usually told her. That little bastard had been mute all night and she was keeping it that way.
“Can I wash you?” Izzy asked, as Eli was finishing her up.
“Oh baby girl, I would love that, but I just don’t have the control right now to let you. Maybe later, yeah?” he answered her. And he sounded sorry to have to say it. “Let me wash up, then we can both get out. Trade places with me so you stay warm.”
They switched places and Eli made quick work washing up. She noted he did not use the vanilla scented body wash he used on her. She saw him replace the bottle and the front said Swagger, which made her giggle to herself.
Turning off the faucet, Eli stepped out and wrapped a towel around his waist. He held up another towel to Izzy when she stepped out. He wrapped it around her, and she felt that it was warm. Looking up at him in wonder he said, “I tossed them in the dryer to warm them up.”
Gawd, he was so freaking sweet! Who did that? Who would even think ahead like that?
He carefully dried her head to toe. Then moved to the counter and grabbed another bottle he had left there. As he walked back, she noted it was a bottle of vanilla lotion. Boy was he predictable. She raised her eyebrow and he just offered her a dazzling smile then ducked his head shyly. Izzy wasn’t used to being the bolder one. It seems Eli and her traded the position back and forth. And she liked that. She could be shy and him bold and bouncy. Then she could let his shy side come out when she was feeling confident. Like say, when a hot guy just scrubbed her down and now was moving towards her with the clear intention of continuing to touch her.
She didn’t say a word as he opened the top of the lotion, he looked at her expectantly and she smiled. Then dropped her towel. She sawed his eyes grow dark, from chocolate brown to almost black. She stood still as his eyes swept her frame, then he moved in and began to rub the lotion on her shoulders, then moving down. Gently massaging it into her skin, the smell of vanilla permeating the room.
Once he felt she was thoroughly moisturized, which she was, inside and out, he took her hand and walked her into the bedroom. Turning her towards him he ran his hand up her neck and cupped the back of it. Twining his fingers into her hair, he looked into her eyes. His seemed to be working hard, like he wasn’t sure what to say.
Izzy started to get worried, “Eli? Sugar?” she said quietly, bringing her hands up to his waist. Worry starting to etch in her face.
El grunted and brought his free hand up to smooth the furrow on her forehead, “It’s all right Angel, I was just thinking,” he said quietly.
“About what baby?” she asked back just as quietly.
“About everything, whether you’re real, whether this is really happening. Are you actually this sweet and perfect? Do you really like me? Will you be here tomorrow? And the next day? Can I convince you to stay if you’re unsure? And about a million other things. My brain usually doesn’t stop, I should warn you now,” he said with a sad chuckle.
Seeing that unease on his handsome face had an ache forming in Izzy’s chest. She didn’t ever want to be the reason Eli was unsure of anything. How did she let him know that this has already been the best night of her life? Then she realized what she needed to say.
“Eli, Sugar, this has been the best night of my life. I’d be a fool to walk away from you. You’re stunning, and not just your looks, which by the way baby, you are freaking hot!” she watched him chuckle and blush.
“But you’re a kind soul, you look at me like I hung the moon, and darlin’ I’ve never, ever, had anyone look at me the way you do. I’m scared I’m not what you think I am. But when you look at me, I can almost believe what I see in your eyes. I’ll be here tonight, tomorrow and the next day, until you’re sick of me. Even if this doesn’t work, I’ll still cherish every second we spent together.”
She saw him studying her, he was reading her, hoping she was telling the truth. “Promise?” he whispered.
“Promise,” she answered.
He smiled, she smiled, then he kissed her. Soft, slow, and wet. He ran his hands down her back, cupping her ample ass and gave a lift, forcing her up on her toes and making her squeak into his mouth. She felt his grin against her lips, naughty monkey, she thought.
Then he walked her back to the bed and gave her a little shove. She landed on the bed with a bounce and a laugh. She didn’t think she’d ever laughed with a man before, and certainly not naked. But this felt right, this felt real.
“Lay still for me, huh?” he asked, leaning over her on his hands, keeping his weight off of her.
“Of course, Sugar,” she answered.
She watched him lean over off the bed and heard plastic rustling, having no clue what he was up to. Then he sprung up next to her and proudly displayed a very long strip of condoms.
“Well that should last us a while, baby,” she laughed at him.
He looked at the strip, shrugged his shoulders and answered, “For the weekend at least.”
Eli dropped the strip onto her belly and dived back off the bed, more rustling and he came up with a can of whipped cream.
Izzy laughed and raised her eyebrow, “Didn’t we already have dessert?”
“Yes, but that was like twenty minutes ago, I’m hungry,” he said wickedly
He proceeded to paint her a whipped cream bikini, which had Izzy giggling in fits. When he was done, he looked at her, eyes gleaming and said, “Open,” which of course she did and he sprayed a mouthful of awesomeness into her mouth. He followed with a kiss, their tongues licking the cream and each other.