Elizabeth Finn - Immortal Protector

When she finally walked through the door, his gaze followed her. She didn’t see him right away, and she looked to his desk, biting gently on her lip as her eyes moved. She was nervous to see him, and could he punch himself for being a prick to her, he would. When her gaze caught on his, she stopped midstride, frozen. She forced her feet to move and walked to him slowly, and her figure moved lithely under the thin fabric of the robe. She was wearing another bikini, and as she sat beside his body, already stretched out on the chaise, the robe fell off the side of her thigh, and his groin tightened.

He could think of nothing but the sight of her on her knees in the elevator, and as his mind rewound to that time a few hours before, he reached for the sash tied at her waist, and he pulled the gauzy fabric. The robe slipped completely from her thigh, showing her leg up to the tie at her hip and then farther up her body to her breast.

“I’m sorry.” She was whispering, and his eyes were so glued to her breast that he had to drag them up to her face. She was nervous, and he was aroused. He sat to her body, reaching for her cheek and pulling her mouth to his. It was just one gentle kiss that barely parted their lips, but she sighed in relief as he pulled back to look at her.

“I’m sorry too.” He kissed her again, and it was many long minutes later before he parted from her mouth. He pulled the strings at her hips and then traveled to the back of her neck, pulling that one as well, and when the fabric dropped below her breasts, his mouth kept kissing hers, but his fingers pinched the hardened nipple of her breast as her body twitched in response.

As his mouth left hers, he leaned back and watched as he teased the tight bud of one and then the other nipple. He took in the sight of himself tormenting her body, and he could feel his lips pulling up in a subtle smile, and that said nothing of the reaction his cock was having to her twitching muscles and the soft, shuddering moans emanating from her mouth.

Her every reaction drove his arousal deeper and further, and as he took it in, he decided to let his voice and words torment her further. “Did you like the taste of my cum in the elevator?” And his fingers continued to pluck and tweak the pebble-hard buds. She nodded, and he pushed further. “Tell me how much.”

She looked to his eyes as her lips quivered and her stomach muscles lurched and trembled. “Very much.” Another whisper, and his lips pulled up again, enjoying her aroused nervousness.

“What about it did you find to your taste?” He was torturing her, but it was so fucking much fun after a day of hell.

“You.” Her voice trembled. “It tasted of your entire body.”

“Ah. Well that’s good, because I can’t seem to get enough of your taste. Now to bed … our bed.” And as she rose, he pulled her back down. She looked to him in curiosity, and he took a deep breath. “I love you, Ember. I want you to hear it now, and you deserve to hear now. There’s no reason to wait and say it once I’ve spent myself in your body. I love you as much when you’re driving me mad as I do when we make love.” And after one more gentle kiss, he continued. “Though making love is far more fun than fighting.”

She smiled her gentle one that always calmed his soul. “I love you too—whoever the hell you are.” He chuckled and pulled her off to bed—their bed.

Endless reserves of inhuman energy, not to mention an insatiable desire to fuck, kept them up the better part of the day. The curtains were drawn, and the rest of the building was retired to their residences until the sun went down again. But they had far better things to do than sleep.

His lips moved over her skin, and as they did, he listened to her heart race every time he touched in just the right way. He spent over an hour simply kissing and licking every last inch of skin on her body. He saved her sex for last, and by the time he narrowed in on her groin, she was panting, the muscles in her entire body were dancing, and she looked like she might explode with the next touch.

“Spread your legs out wide.” He wasn’t touching her with his hands, and after kissing and licking his way to her groin without so much as breathing a wisp of air on her sex, he could see the shimmering wetness pooling between the lips of her vagina as she moved into position. He lay between her legs, watching her face but not touching her body. “Wider.” He wanted to see every last inch of her, and as she opened her legs wider and her lips parted farther, he watched as a bead of her cum trickled down the inside fold of pink glistening skin.

It took every ounce of willpower to keep his hands and fingers and mouth off her and out of her, but he managed it and kept looking. When he blew on the wet skin, she shuddered and cried out. Her body was begging for more, and he was forcing her to be patient. When he leaned to her parted lips with his mouth, he paused before making contact and looked to her eyes. Her lips were parted, her eyes were wide, and she was desperate. He moved his nose over her wetness, only barely touching the tip of his nose to her sensitized skin, and she cried out again. When he brushed his lips in an equally soft trail over her exposed sex, she whimpered, and he pulled back to watch her some more.

Instead of diving into her most sacred and amazing attribute, he leaned his mouth to her thigh and kissed the inside of her leg. He kissed sucking wet kisses all over the inside of one and then the other, always stopping before he passed the junction of thigh and sex. He wanted her begging, and until she did, he had no intention of stopping his torture. It didn’t take long though. As he pulled his mouth from her leg and leaned up farther on her abdomen to plant another wet kiss on her lower stomach, she gave over to her willingness to plead. “Oh, God, no. Please. Please.”

He pulled his mouth from her stomach, and regarded her with a glint of challenge in his eye. “What is it that you want, dear?”

“Please.” Her lips were trembling.

“Let me rephrase then. Would you like my lips, tongue, or finger first? Only one at a time, and I don’t want you to come until I tell you to.” She whimpered at nothing more than his words, but nodded. “So what will it be first?”

Biting her lip, she chose. “Finger.” He smirked.

When his middle finger made first contact with her exposed entry, she nearly screamed, and as he pushed slowly into her wetness, he purred to her in the voice he knew she loved. “You are so fucking wet, baby. You can’t believe how much I love this.” And when he’d pushed as far as he could without pushing his hand in too, he pulled back out. Her body gripped at his finger, and the wetness coated him. When he’d pulled completely from her body, he licked the glistening cum from his finger as she watched and whimpered for more. When he entered her again, it was with two fingers that filled her channel, and as he pushed, she groaned and pushed down to him. She was struggling already to keep from orgasming, but as his eyes found hers, he shook his head slowly, and she sighed.

“What’s next? Tongue or lips?”

“Lips.” He was hoping that’d be her response.

He pulled one lip of her sex between the lips of his mouth, sucking and then releasing as she moaned. He moved to the other side and did the same, and again, she couldn’t stifle the sound of her pleasure. He was careful not to touch her with his tongue—a struggle to be sure given his own desperate need to taste her and release her body from her want so he could take his own. When he pulled her swollen clit between his lips, trying not to suck so hard she wouldn’t be able to stop her release, he again held his tongue away from her skin. Her moans became louder and more intense as he held the bud in his mouth, sucking and pulling gently. When he released his mouth from her, she cried out again.