Send Me An Angel by alysha Ellis Read Free Book Online

her breasts. His cool fingers left burning fire in their wake. His lips followed after, kissing and nibbling and sending the flames burning deep inside her. His tongue traced damp whorls onto her skin, curling and weaving its way down her body, “So beautiful, Ellie. Tell me what to do.”
    He’d asked her that before, the first time, but now, it was no longer the plea of a man for whom it was all new, all untried. Now, it was the command of a man who wanted her to acknowledge her own needs, who wanted her to embrace the physical desire he aroused in her.
    He turned her, pulled her diagonally across the bed, and raised himself up over her. He took one, long, hungry look and dipped his head to feast. His tongue probed her navel. Needles of desire sped along her nerves. She arched her hips, dropped them back onto the bed.
    “What do you want me to do Ellie? Tell me,” he left her navel. Slid a little lower. Then stopped. And waited.
    Ellie gathered her thoughts. She was going to have to say something to direct him. She had to be in control.
    She let her thighs drop open. Felt the furnace of his gaze as he stared at her. Could feel his attention focus like a laser, “Tell me what to do?”
    “You know, you must know,” her words were little more than a whisper.
    “Tell me, Ellie,” it was a command. “I need to know what you want. Tell me.”
    The words were forced from her in short, sharp bursts, “What you do with your fingers. What you do with your cock, do it with your tongue, with your lips, with your teeth.”
    Peter
’s breath escaped with a hiss of relief, “Yes… You need to say it. You need to talk to me.”
    He licked his way down to where she waited for him. Hot. Wet. Ready. He ran his tongue down her centre, parting her, opening her up to the thrust of his tongue. She drew her legs up. His body rolled in between them. He lifted her heels onto his back, opening her wider. His teeth scraped lightly along the taut slick surface and nipped at her clitoris, pulsing and throbbing under his attention. The intensity was almost unbearable. Ellie tried to clamp her legs together, but his broad shoulders held her open to him.
    Her head thrashed from side to side. Her hips thrust spasmodically upwards into his hard chin and tongue. He pulled back just a little, panted out a few words, “Like this Ellie?”
    She groaned, “Harder. Faster. More.”
    Telling him, directing him excited her. Pushed her closer to the edge. He ground his thumb into her clit. Made a hard push with his tongue that drove him deep into her. Her hips surged off the bed as the muscles in her legs tensed. She came, rhythmically clenching around his tongue as it continued to thrust into her.
    Peter
waited for the spasms to subside. He gave her dripping pussy a long, slow kiss, and crawled up her body until he reached her mouth, “Can I kiss you, here, Ellie? You won’t mind? It won’t be offensive to you, the reminder of what I have done, where I have been?”
    Offensive? The smell of her own juices, mixed with the distinctive masculinity that was his alone, was the most erotic aroma she had ever encountered.
    It roused her from her sex-sated stupor. She grabbed his head and pulled it down on hers, opened her mouth to accept his tongue, to suck in the taste of their love-making.
    She’d never known that a kiss, just a kiss could have such restorative powers. The desire she’d thought was fully satisfied, roused again. She arched her back into him, felt the rasp of the clothing he still wore, “Take them off. I want you naked, now. I want you naked and in me.”
    Peter
gave a desperate little half laugh, “I don’t think you can want that more than I do. There is nothing I wouldn’t give up to be in you.” He hurled the last of his clothes to land where they would. Ellie didn’t even spare them a glance.
    But when he was naked, he hesitated. His erection was full, the head of it purpled and engorged, his need evident. Yet he stood