CHAPTER 197: ELIZABETH’S BEDROOM II (R-18)

Elizabeth’s lips were on mine, the wet sound of our kisses filling the room, loud and urgent.

She shifted, straddling me, her thighs pressing against my hips as she leaned in closer, her damp hair brushing my face. Her perfume—floral and warm—wrapped around me, pulling me deeper into the moment.

I sat up, my hands fumbling as I removed my shirt and then yanked off my t-shirt, the fabric catching on my shoulders before I tossed it aside. Elizabeth’s fingers moved to the knot at her waist, untying it with a slow, deliberate tug.

The cream-colored silk gown slipped off her shoulders, pooling around her waist before she shrugged it off completely.

Underneath, she wore a dark cream lace bra and matching panties, the delicate fabric hugging her sexy smooth big curves in a way that made my breath catch. She was stunning, every inch of her screaming confidence and desire.

I didn’t think twice. I leaned in, pressing my lips to the soft skin above her bra, kissing the swell of her breasts.

"Ahm," she gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders, her nails digging in just enough to send a jolt through me.

"God, you’re so fucking hot," I murmured, my voice rough as I grabbed her hips, my fingers sinking into the curve of her ass. I guided her down, flipping us so she was lying on the couch beneath me, her hair fanning out like a dark halo. The sight of her—half-naked, eyes burning with want—made my head spin.

I kissed her again, deep and hungry, my hands roaming to her boobs, squeezing gently through the lace. She arched into me, a soft moan escaping her lips as I moved lower, trailing kisses down her neck, lingering on the sensitive spot where her pulse thrummed.

My lips brushed her collarbone, then lower, kissing the tops of her breasts before moving to her stomach, her skin warm and smooth under my mouth. I pressed a slow, deliberate kiss over her panties, feeling the heat of her through the thin fabric.

"Ahh," she gasped, her body squirming beneath me, her hips lifting slightly like she couldn’t help herself.

I looked up, catching her eyes, a smirk tugging at my lips.

"You’re real sensitive, huh, miss?" I said, my voice low, teasing.

She propped herself up on her elbows, her dark eyes locked on mine, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Why do you think I called you here?" she said, her voice breathy but sharp, like she knew exactly what she was doing to me.

My pulse raced as I hooked my fingers into the hem of her panties, sliding them down her thighs. She lifted her hips to help, and I pulled the lace off, tossing it to the floor. Her legs parted, slow and deliberate, her slick, pink pussy exposed, inviting me in. My mouth went dry, my heart hammering as I took her in.

"Eat me, Ezra," she said, her voice a mix of a gasp and a command, her eyes never leaving mine. Her chest rose and fell with quick breaths, her body practically vibrating with need.

Her thighs parted, slick and inviting, and my pulse was hammering so hard I could barely think straight. The scent of her pussy—warm, musky, and all woman—pulled me in like a magnet.

"Fuck," I muttered, losing any last shred of control.

I leaned down, my face between her legs, and pressed my lips to her slick folds, kissing her softly at first, tasting her. She was sweet and warm, and it sent a jolt through me.

"Ahhh... yeahhh..." Elizabeth moaned, her thighs tightening around my head, her voice raw and desperate. Her hands flew to my hair, fingers tangling as she pulled me closer, urging me on.

I flicked my tongue on her hole, slow at first, lapping up her juices, savoring the way she trembled under me.

My lips found her clit, and I kissed it gently, then harder, sucking just enough to make her shudder.

"Ahhh... ahhh... yess..." she gasped, her voice breaking as her hips rocked against my mouth. "This... is why... I called you here. Ahh, so good..."

Her words hit me like a spark, fueling the fire in my chest. I groaned against her, the sound muffled as I kissed her harder, my lips and tongue working her folds.

"Umph... umph..." I murmured, lost in her taste, her heat. She was getting wetter, her slickness coating my mouth as I pressed myself closer. I slid two fingers inside her hole, slow and deliberate, feeling her walls tighten around me. I kissed her clit again, sucking lightly, and her whole body jolted.

"Ahhh... oh god... ahhuhh..." Elizabeth moaned, arching off the couch, her hips grinding against my face.

Her thick, smooth thighs pressed against my cheeks, warm and soft, trapping me in the best way possible. I curled my fingers inside her, moving them in and out, feeling her pulse around me as I thrusted her deeper.

"Ahh..so damn responsive," I said, my voice rough as I pulled back just enough to look at her.

Her eyes were half-lidded, her lips parted, and the sight of her like this—undone, needy—made my head spin.

"Don’t stop," she breathed, her hands tightening in my hair. "Keep going, Ezra... please..."

I didn’t need to be told twice. I bent my fingers, finding that spot inside her that made her gasp, her body jerking as I rubbed her g-spot. At the same time, I grazed my teeth lightly over her clit, just enough to push her closer to the edge. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, her hips bucking harder against my face.

"Ahh... I’m losing it, Ezra..." she whimpered, her eyes fluttering shut, a faint smile curving her lips like she was savoring every second. Her body was trembling now, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

I picked up the pace, thrusting my fingers faster, in and out, her slickness making it easy to slide deeper.

Her juices were leaking now, dripping down my hand, and I could feel her walls pulsing, tightening around my fingers like she was right on the brink.

"Come on," I murmured against her, my lips brushing her clit as I fucked her with my fingers harder. "Let go of it..arghh..."