Sommerstall Academy

Chapter 63

Florence

"It would look better on your floor," I tell him. This is a torturous game and I need more. Need him to touch me and taste me and finally make me feel the good kind of pain. For once, I want it to be good.

"Impatient. So impatient," he tsks, clearly amused. "Tell me, Florence, what is it you want?"

"You. Please, Elija, always you," I reply, pulling his chest closer to mine.

"You want this?" he asks, kissing me gently. I try to deepen it, to bite or lick his lips but he pulls back before I can. "Ah, I don't think you do. Is it the things we talked about you're curious about?"

I nod, my voice gone. It makes my boyfriend chuckle but then he pulls away a bit, making me whine pathetically. Instead of getting away from me like I thought, his hand slips between my back and the mattress and he unclips my bra and throws it away. Then he pulls me flush against him, groaning against my lips before kissing me hungrily.

He's holding most of his weight off me while his other hand slips between us, massaging my breasts. I moan when he pinches one of my nipples and arch against him.

When he pushes me down roughly and tells me not to move, I moan again. This is what I need, I realize. This is what really makes me lose my mind.

My hands are roaming Elija's body like his are mine. I scratch his back, dig my nails into his arms and pull on his hair. He seems to love it all.

Meanwhile, he's teasing me. Pinching me before stroking his fingers over it to smooth out the pain, biting down on my skin only to lick it better, and placing his hand around my throat only to let it rest there without applying pressure.

It's driving me mad so I try to encourage him. I lean up against his grip and he squeezes just slightly, pushing me back down.

Then he leans down and kisses the shell of my ear before whispering, "Do you trust me?"

I nod, trying to catch my breath. Trying to get my heartbeat under control before I die right here and now. There are worse ways to go but I'd prefer an orgasm or two first.

"Tell me everything you like, okay? And tell me when to stop," he says into my other ear. Again I nod and after another quick kiss, Elija pulls back.

His hands are on my waist in a beat, pulling my pants down with my help. Then he flips me around so I'm on my stomach before pulling me up so my ass is in the air. He arranges my limps as if I were his doll and I'm more than happy to let it happen.

He gathers my wrists in his hand until they're resting on my lower back. Then I can hear him taking off his belt and my heartbeat picks up in excitement. No idea how but he ties my hand with it before giving it a tug.

"Is it too tight?" he asks me, leaning over me so his breath is fanning against my shoulder. I exhale before shaking my head. "I have to hear you say something," he insists, placing a tender kiss on my shoulder blade. My knees nearly buckle.

"It's perfect," I tell him breathily.

He turns my head until it hurts and kisses me. Then he pulls away and my head falls back on the bed. When his hands finally slide down the curve of my hips, all the way to my knees before moving up my inner thigh again, I'm ready to complain. What's with him and letting me wait until I'm ready to beg?

Not today, it seems when he tugs my panties down to my knees. I lift one for him so he can slide it off. I'm not about to ruin my favorite pair.

Once I'm completely naked, Elija seems to be done with the playing. Two of his fingers slide through my slit before he circles my clit like he's done so many times before. But then he pinches my most sensitive part and I moan in surprise, my back arching. He chuckles softly before soothing the pain by moving around it more slowly.