Chapter 275: Henpecked*
Greta was certain she would die of embarrassment afterward, but for now, she decided to follow what her body wanted. It was a new experience, and she wanted to share it with Elijah.
Elijah’s hands slid up her thighs, sending jolts of electricity through her. She bit her lower lip, trying to stifle any sounds as she felt him kiss her inner thighs.
Her eyes widened in shock when Elijah buried his face in her most private part. She tried to pull him up, her voice trembling, "What are you doing?" The thought of him kissing her womanhood made her face flush with embarrassment.
Elijah’s eyes were intense as he spoke hoarsely, "Greta, I’m dying to taste you there. Can you let me? I promise I’ll make you feel good."
She hesitated, but her body shuddered when she felt Elijah’s thumb rubbing her clit. "You’re so wet here and it needs attention," he said, his voice filled with a mix of eagerness and desire.
"I promise I will make you feel good," he assured her before leaning in and gently licking her folds.
Her body arched as her hands found themselves tangled in Elijah’s soft hair. She felt like her soul left her body as Elijah licked her folds and suckled her clit. Something was coiling inside her stomach, tightening with every touch.
"Elijah," she moaned his name repeatedly, mewling when his tongue entered her. She felt it harden as it moved in and out of her opening, the pleasure overwhelming. Her hips began grinding against Elijah’s face, seeking more.
"Some-thing... Ahhh.. something’s coming out," she stuttered, her voice trembling.
Elijah slid a finger inside her, his tongue and mouth still working on her throbbing clit. The sensation was too much; she was about to explode. Elijah didn’t stop, and her inner muscles clamped down. Whatever he was doing, it accelerated her pleasure, and she found herself jolting.
Her body trembled so hard that Greta swore she could see stars. Elijah continued to lap up everything she released in her orgasm. It looked strange, but it felt so good. Her body craved more, and she couldn’t help but want to experience it again. Or more...