Chapter 68: You Have Prepared For Giving Me Your Backdoor[R18]

Next day

He woke slowly, drifting up out of sleep to a warmth that didn’t match the cool morning air across his face.

Something wet and soft was moving along his stomach, and for a moment his half-asleep mind couldn’t place it. Then it slid lower, and he understood.

He opened his eyes.

Eleanor was between his legs, her hair spilling across his thighs, her mouth already wrapped around him. She must have been at it for a while, because he was hard, aching hard, and slick with her spit.

"Mmh...." She pulled off just enough to look up at him, her lips wet and her eyes still heavy with sleep. "Morning."

"Don’t stop."

"Mmh." The corner of her mouth curled, and she took him back into her mouth before he could say anything else, and the sound she made was low and pleased, a hum that vibrated all the way through him. "Mmph...."

She worked him slowly, lazily, like she had all morning and intended to use it. Her hand wrapped the base of him, and her mouth took the rest, her tongue dragging along the underside in a slow wet stroke.

"Mmh.... mmh...." She pulled back, her lips brushing the tip. "I woke up and you were right there, and I just.... mmh...." She licked him, slow. "I couldn’t help myself."

"Good. Keep going."

"Mmh.... " She took him deep again, and the wet, sucking sound filled the quiet bedroom. Her head bobbed, her rhythm building, and she moaned around him with every stroke. "Mmph.... mmh...."

Her hand slid up his stomach, then back down, her nails dragging lightly. She pulled off, breathing hard, and her eyes had gone darker now.

"I was lying here thinking about you," she said. "While you were asleep. Thinking about how you felt inside me last night. How deep you were. How I could still feel you after."

"You could have woken me."

"Mmh.... I wanted to watch you first." She licked her lips. "You look good like this. All stretched out. Hard for me."

He caught a fistful of her hair, not hard, just enough, and her breath hitched.

"Then finish what you started."

"Mmh...." Her eyes went wide and bright, and she didn’t argue. She took him back into her mouth, deeper this time, and the sound she made was a muffled, greedy moan. "Mmph.... mmh...."

She worked him with her hand and her mouth together, her rhythm quickening.

Her head bobbed, her hand moving, and the wet sounds filled the room. She moaned around him, long and low, and her free hand gripped his thigh.

He pulled her hair, just a little, and she made a sound like he’d rewarded her.

"Ahh.... mmh...." She pulled off, gasping, and wiped her mouth. "God. Okay. Okay, I need to stop or I’m going to finish this right here."

"Then don’t stop."

"Mmh.... tempting." She sat back on her heels, flushed and breathing hard. "But no. I want something else this morning."

"What’s that?"

She turned, slowly, and went down onto her hands and knees, arching her back, her ass lifted toward him.

The confidence she’d shown a moment ago faltered once she looked back at him. A faint blush spread across her cheeks, and she hesitated, briefly lowering her eyes before meeting his again.

She pressed her lips together, visibly gathering the courage to say it.

"I want you to take me like this," she said softly, glancing away for a moment before looking back at him. "I’ve been curious about it, but I’ve never quite worked up the courage to ask."

Damon sat up, studying her expression.

"Say it again."

Her blush deepened, but she didn’t retreat. "I want you to take me. Like this. Please."

He moved behind her, his hands settling on her hips.

"You’ve been thinking about this all morning, and you didn’t say anything?"

"Mmh.... I was nervous," she admitted with a small, embarrassed laugh. "It’s not exactly easy to bring up, even with you."

"You’re not nervous now?"

"A little," she confessed, glancing back at him. "But I still want to try."

She reached toward the bedside drawer and pulled it open, taking out a bottle of lubricant she’d placed there earlier.

Damon glanced at it, then at her. "You came prepared."

Her cheeks flushed. She turned the bottle in her fingers, suddenly looking a little embarrassed despite the determination she’d shown moments earlier.

"I had a feeling I might work up the courage to ask you," she admitted. "I just didn’t know if I’d actually manage to say it."

A faint smile tugged at Damon’s lips.

"Looks like you planned ahead."

"Mmh.... Don’t tease me," she murmured, though her shy smile betrayed her.

He slicked his fingers and touched her, and she gasped, her whole body jolting.

"Oh.... mmh...." Her fingers curled into the sheets. "Yes.... there.... mmh, that’s.... oh god...."

He worked slowly, one finger, then two, and she rocked back against his hand, her moans coming soft and steady.

"Mmh.... mmh.... more," she breathed. "I can take more. Please...."

"Ask properly."

"Mmh.... please." Her voice cracked. "Please, I want more. I want you."

He gave her more, and she let out a long, shuddering moan, her hips rolling.

"Oh god.... mmh.... okay.... okay, I’m ready." She looked back at him, her eyes bright and nervous and hungry all at once.

"Go slow. Please. Just.... mmh.... go slow."

He positioned himself and pressed, just the tip, and she gasped, her back arching.

"Ahh.... oh...." Her breath caught. "Mmh.... ..keep going.... slow, slow...."

He eased in, inch by inch, and she took it, her breath coming in short, sharp little bursts.

"Mmh.... oh god...." Her voice was thin. "Oh.... that’s.... mmh.... that’s a lot...."

"Breathe. You’re doing good."

"Mmh.... I am, I am, I’m.... oh...." She let out a shaky laugh.

He pushed deeper, and she moaned, long and low, her head dropping forward.

"Ahh.... yes...." Her fingers twisted in the sheets. "Mmh.... all of it.... I want all of it...."

He sank in the rest of the way, and she cried out, her hips jerking.

"Ahh! Oh god...." She panted. "Mmh.... full.... I feel so full...."

He held there, letting her adjust, and she breathed through it, her shoulders rising and falling. His grip on her hips tightened, holding her exactly where he wanted her.

"Okay" she whispered. " "Mmh... you can move. Slow. Please."