Page 33 of House of Sin
I bit my lip and slipped one hand down between my thighs, sliding beneath the edge of my garter belt, where my fingers found heat and slickness instantly.The pleasure was immediate as I circled my clit, slowly, watching Elona straddle him.
She reached between them, her fingers wrapping around his length, guiding him to her. Hovering there, she teased him with the heat of her body, her breath coming in shaky gasps before she sank down onto him, taking every aching inch.
His head fell back with a ragged groan. “Fuck,” he hissed.
Elona moaned low in her throat, riding the delicious stretch. She moved in fluid, rolling waves, like she knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it. Her hands on his shoulders, her breasts bouncing with each thrust.
My breath quickened as my fingers moved faster, circling my clit with tight, practiced pressure. I was soaking. Drenched. My other hand traveled up to my heaving chest, fingers finding my hardened nipples, rolling and pinching them between my thumb and forefinger. The wet sound of Elona’s body taking him was enough to push me closer to the edge, and I shoved my hand into my mouth to stifle the building moan.
His hands gripped her hips hard, guiding her, thrusting up into her with a rhythm that made the headboard tap the wall. They were lost in each other—sweat-slicked, breathless, wild.
Then he flipped her.
Elona gasped as he bent her over the edge of the bed, her red dress pushed up around her waist, her ass high and waiting. He grabbed her hips and drove into her with a groan that felt like it had been building for years.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he choked, breath ragged. The sound was raw, a mixture of relief and need, that stirred something dangerous in me.
I nearly came right then while Elona cried out with every thrust.
He growled something low and filthy into her ear, one hand on her hip, the other snaking between her thighs to rub her clit.
“God, yes,” she gasped. “Don’t stop—don’t fucking stop.”
I was already on my knees, my dress hiked up and legs spread, as I fucked myself. Fingers thrusting intime with their rhythm, biting my lip to stifle my whimpers.
His hands found her chest, gripping her breasts with possessive strength, his thumb brushing over her hardened nipple. The sensation made her gasp, and she arched her back, pushing against him, desperate for more.
“You feel so fucking good,” he growled, as Elona’s body shuddered beneath him.
“Yes ...” she gasped, her words a broken plea. “Don’t stop.”
Elona’s hands grasped the edge of the bed as he pounded into her, the rhythm growing faster and more intense, while she met him with equal force, her body rocking to meet each thrust. Her breath came in sharp, quick bursts.
His pace grew wild, harder, as Elona’s moans turned into cries of pure pleasure. Her whole body shook, and he wasn’t far behind. His muscles tightened, jaw clenched, a broken growl ripping from his throat as he came hard inside her, hips jerking in sharp bursts.
They collapsed into a tangle of limbs, Elona laying boneless beneath him, and a slow, satisfied smilecurved her lips as he kissed the back of her neck, still buried deep inside her. She let out a breathy laugh, more exhale than sound, then shifted to the side, curling lazily into the cushions.
He straightened, chest still rising and falling. His skin was damp with sweat, lips parted as he caught his breath. Then his eyes found mine.
I was still on my knees. My body trembling, slick and flushed, every breath a ragged aftershock of my climax. My dress had ridden up my thighs, and my fingers, wet and glistening, rested between my legs.
He saw all of it. All of me. And a slow smile spread across his face.
Elona collapsed into the pillows, still panting, watching us now with that slow, knowing smile—the kind that said,your turn now.
He dropped to his knees in front of me, eyes locking on to mine before they slid down to the mess between my thighs. A low, appreciative sound rumbled in his chest as he caught my wrist in his hand and brought my glistening fingers to his mouth. His tongue swirled around them, tasting me, sucking every drop as if it were nectar.
My whole body tensed.
He moaned low in his throat, like I was the richest thing he’d ever known. “You taste like a fucking dream,” he said, voice rough and ruined.
I parted my lips, breathless. But before I could speak, he took my wrist and guided my hand back between my thighs.
“Show me again,” he whispered, mouth grazing my ear. “I want to watch you.”
Spreading my legs wider, my fingers slid over my clit, before plunging back into my wetness. He watched intently—his eyes fixed on the way I moved, the way my hips started rocking, chasing the high all over again.
He kissed down my jaw, my throat, my shoulder. Hot, open-mouthed kisses that burned into my skin.
