<h4>Chapter 811: Chapter 811 : Loving Him</h4>


    *Cat*


    Elio allowed me to take the reins of our lovemaking. It was my idea, but he rarely gave control to me. It was sulent and gave me a thrill.


    With my breast against his chest, I kissed his lips. I touched my fingers to his jaw and lightly circled his earlobes with them. Then I slipped my fingers into his dark curls.


    Everything about Elio turn my world into a harmony of melodies. He was so damn intelligent andmanding. He was strong and powerful. Sometimes he made meugh without even trying. The majority of the time, I think he wondered what I wasughing at because he hadn’t attempted to make a joke.


    From his curly head to his big feet, I adored him.


    It made me think of that Jill Scott song about loving from head to toe. That was exactly how I loved Elio. He lit up my world. He made me want to wake up in the morning, even when he was driving me crazy.


    So, when he allowed me to show him how much I loved him and this physical way, it always made me so happy. Today was one of those days.


    I kissed his lips, his jaw, and down his throat. I nibbled at his carotid and then licked it. I could feel his pulse, jumping beneath his skin, his blood racing just for me.


    I kissed the hollow of his throat, licking at the salt and musk of his skin, breathing in his scent and relishing in it. I listened to his gasps and felt his hands holding onto my hips. He knew how to y this game by now, especially when he allowed it. The hands could only be on the hips or could not touch it all.


    I liked torturing my man yfully, and it was so exhrating to have him y along. He didn’t give orders this time. He took them. I couldn’t wait to start giving them, but for now his body, strong and supple, was mine to devour, and I intended to do just that.


    I was so d that we were in the Lincoln Towncar today. The backseat wasrger than most sedans. I had room to touch and kiss every part of him if I wanted.


    I pushed his shirt the rest of the way down his arms and put it aside. I kissed his shoulders, his corbone, and made my way to his sexy t nipples. I sucked and licked and nibbled. I did to him what felt good to me, and yeah, it turned him on.


    I rubbed at his abs, counting them with my fingertips as though his body was my braille, and I intended to read it for as long as I possibly could this afternoon.


    I didn’t worry about the outside world. Even though we were parked on our property, making love outside was still risky. Anybody who had a code to the gate could catch us. If someone was watching with the scope, we’d be sitting ducks, but I didn’t think we had to worry about that today.


    I continued to indulge myself by sucking and kissing down his abs, licking my tongue into his navel, rubbing my breast against hisp while I licked just under the band of his boxer briefs. He sucked in a breath and I grinned.


    I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants. I was going to have fun with that erection today. But first I had to get him undressed and just the way I wanted him.


    I pulled his cks off and put them next to us on the seat, where the shirtnded. I left his briefs on, rubbing his thighs, knees, legs, and feet, rxing him, making him smile when I tried to tickle his toes and then when I sucked his big one into my mouth.


    I looked up into those dark eyes that hungered for me and kissed up his legs, kissing each thigh in turn and pulling at those boxer briefs that I’d left alone before. He aided me in taking them down by lifting his hips.


    I brushed my fingers over his ass and his thighs pulled off his underwear. I made my way back up to his erection with my lips on his skin, my fingers rubbing at his thighs and hips and abs. I licked up the back of his cock and finally took the head of him into my mouth and sucked.


    He sucked in a deep sigh and shuttered. I smiled around him and took him into my mouth. I took my hand and felt his balls lightly, rubbing my finger against them, holding what I could not fit in my mouth in my other hand and continued to pleasure him.


    I decided to give him a break. I took my hand away from his sack and put one of his hands on my hair and nodded my head, giving him permission to move his hips. He gave a sigh of relief and began making love to my mouth.


    I allowed it, but before long, he pulled my hair to let me know that I needed to stop or this would end soon. I took onest long suck and lifted my head to smile at him. He looked down at me and shook his head at me with a chuckle.


    “If you want this to continue, you have to stop looking at me like that.”


    I just smiled and pulled my shirt all the way off. I kicked off my shoes and slid off my cks, putting my holster aside as well. Once I had my underwear off, I kissed my way back up to his lips, holding his hands with mine. I straddled him again.


    “Touch me,“ I whispered, letting go of his hands and waiting for those strong fingers to start pleasuring me.


    He rubbed his fingers all over me. Massaging my shoulders rubbing my back, squeezing my bottom, widening my stance by pushing up my knees and touching my inner thighs, we kissed as he caressed my skin, rubbing his fingers over my stomach and plumping up my breasts.


    My head fell back for him to kiss my neck. He moved on to my breasts. He kissed the top of my breast, lick the outside of them and the underside.


    “Elio–” His name was an intimateint. “Don’t tease,” I breathed.


    “Weren’t you just teasing me?“ he asked, his voice husky and deep with desire.


    “No, I was loving you,“ I said, kissing his grinning lips again.


    Heughed at me, actuallyughed hard at me.


    “I don’t see anything funny about this,“ I said,ughing along with him.


    “Yeah, so why are youughing with me?“ he asked, still shuttering withughter, touching me and kissing me through his chuckles.


    “I can’t help it. Yourugh is so infectious.“


    He looked at me then, his eyes dark and intense. I knew I would always remember the color and the intensity of those eyes. He always looked at me as if I would disappear. He acted like I was a figment of his imagination, ethereal and ready to fade away at any moment. It was as if he believed that I wasn’t really there.


    I felt the same way sometimes. I didn’t know whether I looked at him the same way, but I knew I certainly felt that he was a dreame true. And I was either having a very long,plicated wonderful dream, or a sad, howling, dangerously hopeful, nightmare.


    If I woke up, that would be the nightmare.


    “Still want to love me?“ he asked.


    “Always,” I answered.


    That was when he started kissing me as if he would never let me go, his fingers digging into my hips, his hips rocking against me. His hardness slipped against the wet core of me, making me moan for more, hoping he’d hurry up and decide to give me what I wanted. Then, I remembered I was supposed to be in control of our encounter that evening.


    As the sun set around us and the night’s insects came out to buzz and drone around the car, Elio slipped his strong fingers inside me, rubbing the walls of me, and pressing against the bundle of nerves at the apex of my core. I arched against him.


    “Yes, that’s right, I told you to touch me.”


    He breathed against my neck and nipped at me for my insolence.


    I shuttered. He always made me tremble with anticipation and pleasure.


    “Come on, Cat,“ he breathed against my skin, hot and steamy.


    “What do you want from me?”


    “You know what I want, baby. Now, give it to me,“ he breathed, and pressed against those sensitive nerves once more, pushing his fingers in and out in a parody of our lovemaking.


    I cried out and shuttered,ing all over his fingers.


    He grinned at me, lifting those two fingers to his mouth and sucking them clean.


    I tumbled against him and shivered with aftershocks. I couldn’t stand it anymore.


    I lifted myself to my knees, kissing him desperately running my fingers through his hair.


    “Help me,“ I moaned, nibbling at his ear and kissing my way back to his lips.


    He held himself ready for me, and I slid down onto him. He glided into me, hard and throbbing. I slowly slid down on him, kissing him, rubbing my breast against him, losing control.


    He lifted his hips and met me halfway, and we both gasped when he waspletely within me. I said and sat on hisp for a moment, just taking in the fullness and epting his kisses on my neck, the top of my breast, and moaning when he pressed my breast together and sucked both my nipples and his mouth.


    That was when I started to move.


    At first, I moved slowly, trying to draw the pleasure out. I ached and it felt so good. Every part of his body seemed to be around me–his arms around my waist, his hands gripping my ass, his hips between my thighs, his chest against my breasts, his lips, at my throat, his hair rubbing against my temples as I kissed his throat too.


    We were in tandem, our bodies, moving together, slick with sweat, and eager for one another, our heartbeats banging together, our breaths panted against one another, our fingers clutched at one another.


    Thrust for thrust, we moaned and groaned together. We rushed toward something greater than ourselves and just out of reach. Little by little, our momentum increased. We couldn’t help it.


    I couldn’t hold out anymore, and I started to move fast against him, my breast bouncing his eyes, taking in every part of me.


    I felt beautiful. I lifted my hands to the ceiling of the car and rode him for all I was worth. His hips moved in tandem with mine, pushing up as I sat down. His face was tilted up, and mine was tilted down as we stared into each other’s eyes, racing toward a finish that would leave us both limp and breathless.


    As our bodies collided with strong, hard orgasms. I went limp against him, my arms falling around his shoulders, my head and his neck, my hair falling around my shoulders and onto his chest, finallying out of its top knot. He clutched at me, his body going rigid, and I felt him release within me.


    He rumbled against my shoulder and tightened his grip on me. We sat like that for a moment, just breathing together, our bodies coated with perspiration as our heartbeats pounded a tattoo against each other’s chests.


    In that moment of rity and the silence of twilight, all I could see, feel, hear, smell, and taste was Elio.