Fourty-Four. Start

*Eleanora Elliot*

I listened to the radio as we drove home.

My head on his shoulder, my hands holding his one like it was my lifeline.

But I felt better, we did a bunch of stuff before this, and I fell perfectly happy every time. Perfectly satisfied.

I shut my eyes, focusing on relaxing myself.

I felt good.

Full. The food was so fresh and so good.

We parked and he got me out of the car.

Holding my hand we walked inside.

He removed his glasses and keys and wallet from him.

He walked to the sink.

I watched as he washed his inked hands, suds falling from his knuckles.

And I let my mind freely wander.

I liked how his shirt was cuffed at the elbow.

The veins that ran through his skin were stunning.

I studied the barbed wire tattoo that framed his face, jaw, temples, hairline.

I've always loved that on him.

He looked at me.

"What?" He smiled as he dried off his hands.

I shrugged.

He came over to me, kissing my forehead, my lips, lowering himself to his knees as he removed my sandals.

His hands settled at my ankles, sliding up the back of my calves, knees, thighs as he stood.

"You're stunning." He whispered.

I smiled.

He gently kissed my lips, not pressing for anything more.

And that made me want more.

He hummed as my fingers were in his hair.

He smiled against my mouth, my tongue tracing his bottom lip as he groaned.

"Wasting no time." He picked me up with ease, my legs around his waist.

"You drive me crazy." He groaned as I sucked a hickey on his tattooed throat.

We were in the room, I always forget how easy it is to be with them when I'm overthinking. But when I'm not it was a no brainer.

My feet found the floor as his hands came up the center of my back, to the zipper.

"Can I?" He whispered.

"Yes." I heaved and his mouth was then on mine again.

I moaned, laughing as my dress pooled at my feet, his hand grabbing my face, playing with my tongue using the halves of his.

It felt so strange but he was doing it so freely, so easily.

He pulled back.

"What?" He asked.

"You've never done that." I whispered.

"I wasn't gonna freak you out. Now I could care less." He said, licking his lips, the halves moving in two opposite directions as he did so.

"Fuck." I murmured.

He smiled.

"How do you need me to be with you?"

"I don't know." I panted.

His fingers gripped my hair and tugged my head back.

"Is that too much?"

"No." I swallowed as his tongue moved along my throat.

I had chills, my nipples hard as he stood to his full height, my naked chest grazing his clothed one.

He grabbed my hands, placing them on his belt.

His eyes were feverish and hypnotizing as he stared into mine. I was addicted to his gaze as it followed me wherever I looked.

I immediately began undoing it.

He nodded.

"Good girl." He helped when I got stuck.

I heard a whimper leave me, a smirk on his mouth.

"You're adorable." He pulled the belt from the loops and it hit the floor.

"Feeling nervous?" He walked toward me more, one of his hands flat on my back between my shoulder blades trapping me against him.

"No."

"Mmhm, how do you want this to go?" He asked.

I gently fell to my knees, he looked shocked.

But didn't dare stop me.

I undid the button of his pants, the zipper.

He helped as I gently pulled down his pants and boxers.

I stood on my knees, my hand moving to stroke his cock.

He pushed my hair from my face.

I put the length of him into my mouth, he moaned with contact, I wrapped my mouth around him and began moving back and fourth.

He just kept my hair from my face.

I pulled back.

"You can fuck my face." I murmured and he paused.

"You sure?"

I nodded, his hands collecting my hair into a ponytail as he began thrusting and guiding my head exactly how he needed it.

He moaned, the sound so good.

He never hurt me, he was careful, and always let me catch my breath.

He hummed, his other hand on my throat as he thrusted.

I shut my eyes as they began to water.

"Good girl." He panted.

He let me go, I took a breath but he quickly pulled me to my feet.

He wiped my chin, kissing me.

I watched as he was undoing the buttons on his shirt.

But he completely removed his clothing, my hands on his bare torso.

"Lay on the bed." He told me and I turned, doing as he asked, my head propped on pillows.

He came onto the bed, crawling to where he was now over me.

His hand gently held the back of my head, lifting it as my hands were holding his face, our lips colliding, it was messy and perfect.

I moaned when his hand gently moved from my head to cupping my clothed cunt.

He chuckled.

"How do you feel?" He asked, kissing my forehead.

"Good." I murmured, bucking my hips to get friction.

"I'm glad. Lay your head back for me." He murmured and I did, his mouth on me, biting and kissing along my skin.

He was soon cupping my breasts, biting at my piercings and nipples, my god they were more sensitive than ever.

I arched my back, his hands moving to hold my sides as he sucked my left nipple into his mouth, the sound of the piercing and his teeth clicking.

He kissed between my sternum before going to the right.

"You're doing so good for me, sweetheart." He kissed down my sternum, down my stomach.

I watched, his hands moving down my body, rubbing along my thighs.

"I'm gonna taste you, alright Nora? Tell me how you want me." He looked at me, adjusting to where my thighs were over his shoulders.

His face right there.

"Okay?" He asked and I nodded.

He bit at the sides of my thighs and I shut my eyes, the feeling of his tongue moving over my skin was absolutely amazing.

"So perfect." He hummed.