Chapter 66: Insatiable Eleanor [R18]

The kiss deepened the second the door clicked shut behind them, and Eleanor made a soft sound against his mouth, something between a sigh and a hum of satisfaction, like she’d been holding her breath all afternoon waiting for exactly this.

Her hands slid up his chest, fingers curling into his jacket, and she pulled him closer like she was afraid he might slip away.

"You have no idea," she murmured against his lips, "how long I’ve wanted."

Damon’s hands found her waist, and she pressed into him, warm and certain.

The apartment around them, the reclaimed furniture, the wide afternoon windows, all of it fell away until there was only the soft insistence of her mouth and her quickening breath.

She broke away just enough to look at him, eyes dark and bright at once. "I’ve been thinking about this since the meeting. Sitting there, signing papers, and all I could think about was getting you alone."

"Should I be flattered, or worried about your concentration?"

Eleanor laughed and started working at the knot of his tie. "Both. Definitely both."

He caught her wrists before she got the knot loose, and she went still, looking up at him.

"You’re in a hurry," he said.

"Mmh...." Her breath caught. "I’ve been waiting all day. Of course I’m in a hurry."

"Then slow down." He let go of her wrists, and his hands slid down to her waist, turning her, walking her backward until her shoulders met the wall beside the door. "We’ve got all evening."

The silk slipped loose under his hands, and he drew the tie free with a slow pull, letting it drop.

Then he undid her buttons himself, one by one, taking his time, and she stood there and let him, her breath coming quicker with every one. When his shirt hung open, she leaned in to press her lips to the newly exposed skin of his throat.

"Mmh.... god," she breathed against his pulse. "You smell good. I’ve been distracted by it all day."

His hands found the zipper at the back of her dress.

She arched into him as it came down, and the fabric loosened, sliding from her shoulders. She stepped back just enough to let it fall, standing before him in dark lace and afternoon light, and she let him look.

He pulled her back in, skin against skin now, and she moaned softly into his mouth. Her hands roamed his back, his chest, and when her fingers found the waistband of his trousers she didn’t hesitate.

He sat on the nearby sofa as she climbed over him, straddling his lap.

She kissed him again, slow and deep, then began to slide down his body, her lips dragging from his mouth to his jaw, his throat, his chest. Her hair brushed his stomach as she went lower.

"Mmh...." She looked up at him through her lashes, her hand already working his trousers open. "I’ve been wanting this in my mouth all day."

She pulled him free, wrapped her fingers around him, and her breath caught.

She licked her lips, then dragged her tongue slowly up the length of him, and the sound that came out of her was almost a whimper. "Mmmh...."

Her mouth closed over the tip, and she moaned around him, the vibration of it rolling through his body.

She took him deeper, slow and deliberate, her hand working what her mouth couldn’t reach, and every few seconds she’d pull back to breathe and look up at him.

"Does that feel good?" she murmured, her lips still brushing him. "Tell me it feels good."

"It feels good. Keep going."

"Mmh...." She smiled, and took him again, deeper this time, and the wet sound of it filled the quiet room.

Her head bobbed, her rhythm building, and she moaned around him again and again, her free hand braced on his thigh.

Her rhythm changed, faster now, more urgent, and she moaned around him with every stroke. Her other hand gripped his thigh, her fingers digging in.

The wet, sucking sounds were obscene in the quiet apartment, and she didn’t seem to care at all. She seemed to relish it.

"Mmh.... mmph.... mmh...." She pulled off, gasping, and her hand kept moving, quick and slick. "I’m not going to last. If you keep doing that I’m going to finish this right here, and I don’t want that. I want you inside me."

"Then say it."

"Mmh...." She looked up at him, flushed and wrecked and completely undone.

"I want you to take me to bed. Please. I want you inside me, I want you to fuck me, I’ve been thinking about it all day and I can’t wait anymore."

He stood, pulling her up with him, and she made a soft, surprised sound and then laughed as he steered her down the hall.

She didn’t bother with lights, just pulled him through the doorway and turned, walking backward until her knees hit the bed. She sat, then lay back, reaching for him.

He came down over her, and she hooked her legs around his waist, pulling him close. Her hands slid into his hair, and she kissed him, breathless.

"I want you," she whispered against his mouth. "I’ve wanted you since the second you walked into that meeting. Please."

He caught her chin and held her there, looking at her. "You’ll get it when I’m ready to give it."

"Mmh...." Her breath hitched. "Yes. Okay. Yes."

He kissed her throat, her collarbone, and she arched beneath him, a soft, aching moan slipping out of her.

"Mmh.... yes...." Her nails dragged down his back. "Please. Don’t make me wait anymore. I can’t.... I need you."

He took his time anyway. He kissed his way down her body, slow, and she squirmed beneath him, her moans climbing, her hands fisting in the sheets. When he finally settled between her thighs she made a sound that was almost a sob.

"Mmh.... oh god.... please...."

He pulled her legs over his shoulders and put his mouth on her, and she cried out, her hips bucking up against him.

"Ahh! Oh god!" Her fingers twisted in his hair, hard. "Mmh.... yes.... there.... right there, don’t stop...."

He didn’t stop. He worked her with his tongue, slow and relentless, and she broke apart above him, moaning and gasping, her thighs shaking against his ears.

"Mmh.... mmh.... oh god, I’m.... I’m going to...."

He pulled back.

"Ahh.... mmh...." She was gasping, her hips chasing him. "No, no, no, don’t stop, please don’t stop...."

"You wanted me inside you."

"Mmh.... yes." Her voice cracked. "Yes, please, inside me, now, please...."

He came up over her, and she pulled him down, her legs wrapping tight around his waist. He pressed against her then one slow push, and she cried out, her back arching off the bed.