Chapter 11: The Night in the Suite

He set me down at the foot of the bed in the dark.

The window was open a hand's width, and the maples moved outside it.

Neither of us turned on a lamp.

"Arms up," Eli said.

I raised them, and he pulled my blouse over my head and dropped it.

His mouth found my shoulder, then the strap of my bra, and he bit it and drew it down with his teeth.

I got his shirt open with shaking fingers.

Buttons went on the floor.

His chest was broad and warm, with dark hair that thinned toward his belt, and I pressed my mouth to it and tasted salt.

He groaned.

"Hannah."

"Take it off," I said. "All of it."

He unhooked my bra with one hand and took my breasts in both.

He thumbed my nipples hard, and I pushed into his palms, and he lowered his mouth and sucked one into the heat of it.

I grabbed his head and held him there.

"God, yes. Don't stop."

"I'm not stopping."

His other hand went under my skirt, up the inside of my thigh, and found the wet cotton between my legs.

He pressed his fingers there and I cried out.

"You're soaked," he said against my breast.

"You did that."

"Good."

He dragged the skirt down my hips and my underwear after it, and I stepped out of both.

I pushed him back onto the edge of the bed and knelt between his knees.

He watched me undo his belt.

He watched me pull his zipper down and take his cock out, hard and heavy and hot in my hand.

It was thick, and the head was already wet.

I licked it, slowly, from the base to the tip.

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