A night with him

Elena's POV

I thought it was just my imagination playing tricks on me until I opened my eyes and saw him standing before me.

Oh no. This can't be real. I closed my eyes, hoping he would disappear but by the time I opened again, he was still there staring erotically at my widely opened legs.

My body suddenly went rigid. How did he get into my room? I was sure I locked the door.

I instantly yanked my fingers away and pressed my thighs together, desperate to hide the shameful display. As much as I craved him, I couldn’t let myself look so… needy. So cheap.

But the hunger in his eyes made my resolve falter. The way he stared at me, raw, possessive and unrestrained, didn’t feel like the boss I thought I knew.

“Sir, I—” My words broke off in a gasp as his mouth crashed onto mine, stealing my protest and replacing it with fire. My lips parted on instinct, a soft, helpless sound slipping out as his tongue teased mine.

I found myself tugging at the buttons of his shirt, each one falling open under my trembling fingers. My palm brushed over his chest, tracing the firm ridges of muscle down to his abs. God, he was every fantasy I’d ever had, carved to perfection.

His lips hovered against my ear as his breath fanned hot over my skin. “How come I didn't know you were this damn sexy?” he murmured, his voice dark velvet.

The robe slid from my shoulders with a whisper and pooled at my feet, leaving me bare beneath his hungry gaze.

“You just didn’t see me,” I whispered, pulling him into another heated kiss, unwilling to let a single second slip away. His lips claimed mine with urgency. He sucked gently on my lower lip while I nipped at his upper, parting for him. Our tongues tangled, hot and reckless, igniting sparks that raced through my veins.

His hand slid firmly around my waist, drawing me flush against his body until there was no space left between us. The kiss deepened, consuming, as if neither of us could get enough.

I couldn’t think of anything else. All that mattered was that I was his, and I wanted him. His hands roaming all over my body, his mouth devouring and his body fusing with mine, until the world disappeared and it was only us.

I reached for his trouser and pulled it down. Then, I hitched at the size of his cock that was erect, thick and unbearably hard with veins standing out, alive with a fierce heat.

He was massive, so much more than Matthew had ever been, and I couldn't imagine how his pants had managed to cage it in.

I dropped to my knees with my gaze locked on his and wrapped my hand around the thick length of his shaft. My heart pounded in my chest, every beat echoing the rush of desire coursing through me. If this night was destined to be nothing more than a one night stand, then I wanted it etched into my skin. I wanted him to feel every ounce of pleasure I could give, and I wanted to savor every breathless second we had.

I stuck my tongue onto the slit at the top of his cock, licking the pre cum that had gathered there before I started taking the whole head into my mouth.

“Fuck.” He moaned out loud in pleasure as I took him in deeper until I could feel him in my throat.

My head moved up and down along his thick shaft in a steady rhythm, each motion deliberate, like a piston driving deeper and harder, feeding his need as much as mine.

He tangled his fingers in my hair, guiding me as my head moved faster along his length, each thrust making the hot ache between my thighs intensify. Finally, I pulled away, a glistening strand of saliva trailing from my lips down his cock.

He yanked me up, spun me around, and shoved me onto the bed. I fell back with a muted thud, my pulse racing as he loomed over me, his eyes dark with need.

Then, he parted my legs and rubbed my heavily wet clit with his hand. The feelings crashed over me in waves, leaving me trembling and breathless. I wanted more of him and every part of him.

“Ahhh…God, yes.” I moaned loudly as he slid two fingers inside my pussy. They slowly pumped in and out at first then faster until the slurpy sound filled the room.

“Shit.” He growled as he took out his wet fingers and rubbed it around my clit."You're so fucking sexy.”

“Don’t stop,” I whimpered, my back arching off the bed as my head fell back, hair spilling over the sheets. I needed more, needed him to keep going until I shattered.

He wrapped his hand around my hips, drawing me closer until I could feel the warmth of his mouth in my pussy.

“Yes…” I cried out, tangling my hand in his hair as he licked my slick folds and his tongue pushed inside my cunt, swirling in slow teasing circles as he tasted the wetness of me.

My body trembled with the urgent need to come, but I clenched my thighs, not wanting it to happen while his mouth was still devouring me.

“Don't hold it back. Do it.” Andrew commanded as his tongue pressed against my deepest most sensitive spot.

I couldn’t hold it back. My legs trembled as I clutched his shoulders for balance, my orgasm spilling into his mouth. He drank me in, licking up every drop, as if I were his favorite taste. He was too good.

The tremors of release still rippled through me when he slid his finger back inside, deeper, harder, his rhythm suddenly quickening. My hips jerked helplessly, chasing his touch even though my body was already trembling from the aftermath.

“You want this to continue?” His voice was low, taunting, a wicked smirk curving his lips.

A shiver raced down my spine. “Don’t stop,” I gasped, my voice breaking on the words.

“Say it again,” he demanded, his finger curling in that devastating spot that made me arch right off the bed.

“Fuck me,” I cried, the words spilling out raw and desperate, my body answering before my mind could catch up.