CHAPTER 84: CHEAT DAY [PART 3]

Drevon’s lips parted in awe; his searing gaze was heavy and slow, taking everything completely. With each observation, I felt like I was stripped bare.

The impulse to cover myself was great. "D-Do you not like it?" I asked when he had not said anything for two minutes.

"Eloise..." he said in a ragged whisper. "This is not teasing." He moved his eyes to my thighs, my knees were locked, but the sudden urge to part them was overwhelming.

"That is what I told myself, but I truly meant to tease. Only tease."

He pinned me with his heated gaze, and the rest of the words to say faded away.

"I’ll be honest with you right now..." he murmured, hooking his hand at the back of my knee, and with a little tug, he was hovering above me. "I can’t control myself anymore."

My eyes trembled at his words, followed by the harsh thrashing of my heart against my chest.

"It won’t be my tongue."

I don’t want it to be.

His palm pressed beside my head, and he leaned closer in a heartbeat, stopping just a few inches from my mouth.

"Let me have you, Eloise."

My lips parted slightly, and it took a minute before I said. "It’s still cheat day."

I threaded my fingers through the outgrown roots of his hair falling on his neck like a curve and pulled him down for a kiss.

Our mouths moved in flawless sync, roving just to feel and taste, but over the second, it became a wrangle of eros and euphoria.

Amid our passionate lock of lips, Drevon took the initiative, his hand slid down my smooth thigh, and with it came inexplicable sparks.

He stopped kissing me, but his lips stayed on mine, our gazes sealed in silent words. We didn’t exchange anything, but it was as if we did. We both wanted each other, and words couldn’t describe the levels at which we did.

I lifted my hands away from the bed, placing them on his chest where I could feel his heart beating fast. I gripped his linen shirt, and as if he understood me, he leaned away just enough to take it off.

My hands were now on his bare chest, and I allowed myself to feel the hard muscles. With every move, I was hypnotized by how celestial this man was made.

A shiver brushed my body like little drops of water. When I touched his tattoo, flowing with it, my fingers tingled. I looked back at Drevon, and he watched me, calm, but his eyes were fierce.

I resumed my exploration, taking my time letting my skin feel every inch of him like I had desired for so long, but it wasn’t enough, for with every feeling, I found myself insatiable. A hunger took over my body, and then I got to the rim of his leather pants.

This time, Drevon didn’t stop me. I took off the buckle, then the zip, pulled down, my hand caressing his muscled buttcheeks, and I noticed he shivered at the contact.

With my eyes pinned on his, I moved my hand to saddle his waist, staying there for a moment before taking a bold move to his center.

My blood ran cold at the first feel of his manhood. Just to be sure, I lowered my eyes.

M-Maybe I’m misinterpreting this, maybe my eyes were trying to adjust. I shut my eyes and opened them, and I’m met with the same impossible thing.

I never knew my hands were small until now!

Drevon chuckled softly. "Not what you were expecting?"

"I had no expectations to begin with," I said in awe, holding it like a stick. "How is it so big?"

Drevon grunted. "Eloise—"

I stroked it. "I saw it in books, but this looks different. How do you walk with this between your legs?" I dragged my hand to the tip, and so help me, I still can’t wrap my head around the size.

"Is this really—" I paused when I lifted my gaze, I found Drevon with a tightened jaw, his fist balled on the sheets.

"Am I hurting you?" I retreated my hand, but Drevon caught my wrist to keep me there.

"No," he rasped. "You’ve no idea what your touch does to me."

"I—"

"Don’t stop, please. Explore as much as you want." He guided my hand back to length.

"It got bigger!"

He laughed softly, thrusting his waist down to my hand.

I gulped as both my hands held him, not too tight so I wouldn’t hurt him, he was much more sensitive here.

"Squeeze it."

"W-What?"

"Squeeze my cock."

"B-But I might hurt you?"

He tipped his head, chest heaving. "I thought you’d know about this. Isn’t a lady meant to educate themselves in intimacy?"

"I was educated, but that was before you used your tongue."

"Then, permit me to educate you further. Only if you’re good."

I licked my lips. "I can be good."

"Hold me."

I did as he instructed, with hands shaky as I wrapped my hands around his cock. I could barely cover it up entirely!

"Goddess..." He swore softly, pushing his hips into my hand.

Just that mere action got him pulsing under my touch, and I feared for him. "A-Are you going to explode?"

"I might as well with your soft hands," he uttered with restraint. "Words can’t describe how you make me feel."

"I want to make you feel good."

"You already do, my little wife," he groaned, thrusting his hips into my hand in a desired pace, slow and careful.

I didn’t want him to do all the work, so I began moving my hands too, feeling the veins, using my fingers at the tip.

In my defense, I was simply just observing rather than pleasing him, but Drevon’s deep groans told me I might be doing both. I continued anyway.

"Fuck! This won’t do." He straightened his position, enough to have him kneeling on the bed.

"D-Did I do it wrong?"

"No, love." He placed his hand beneath my chin. "I want your mouth."