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pussy, and it teased her clit until she gasped out a plea.
    He laughed and pushed up on his knees to look down at her. He loosened his tie an inch at a time and tossed it aside. Then the buttons on his shirt, revealing his chest. He shrugged out of the shirt while she watched, but he didn’t throw it on the floor. He folded it neatly and set it carefully on the bed without ever once looking away from her eyes.
    Simone groaned. “You’re killing me.”
    “You’re impatient.”
    “Is patience one of your guidelines?”
    “Yes.” His hand went to his belt, opening the buckle. To the button beneath. The zipper.
    She licked her lips, pushing up on her elbows to stare at him. “I want to see you.”
    He didn’t push his pants down. He ran his hand up the inside of her thigh instead, nails lightly scratching. “Patience.”
    With a groan that was of pleasure only because denial was a kind of torturous pleasure, Simone fell back on the bed. She put her hands on his headboard, gripping the spindles. She opened her legs.
    Elliott covered her with his body, mouth feasting on hers while his hand slid between her legs. “Tell me about the pain.”
    Simone paused, but only for a second before she was opening her mouth to him again. She tilted her hips to urge his fingers inside her, but he didn’t push inside her. “I like it.”
    “Why?”
    “I don’t know. I just know that I–” She cried out when he pinched her inner thigh, not hard enough to bruise but still with a deliberation that spiraled arousal all through her.
    He did it again, finding the most tender part of her and twisting the flesh between his thumb and forefinger. It only lasted a second or two, barely long enough to hurt at all, but it felt so fucking good her hips bucked. She writhed.
    “Tell me about it,” Elliott said into her ear before biting her earlobe.
    “It’s all tied together. Pleasure. Pain. I like it when it hurts because … it just … feels … better…” She laughed. “I can’t talk when you’re doing that with your hand.”
    “Do you want me to stop?”
    “No.” She turned a little to look at him. She put her hand on his face. This close she could count the individual hairs in his brows, the faint lines at the corners of his eyes. “I don’t want you to stop, Elliott.”
    He closed his eyes for a second, then looked into hers again. “I love how you say my name.”
    She kissed him gently. “Elliott.”
    “Tell me what you like,” he whispered against her neck.
    “I like it when you use your teeth.” She gasped when he did, then again when he did it harder. “When you pinch my nipples, that’s fantastic.”
    “Like this.” He sat up and ran his hands up her sides to cup her breasts, then pinched her nipples lightly.
    “Oh … fuck…” She arched.
    He did it harder. First one, then the other. Simone cried out and writhed. He left off one to push his fingers inside her pussy.
    When he moved his mouth down her body, biting and nibbling, she held her breath as long as she could, but when he at last settled his lips and teeth and tongue against her clit, all she could do was gasp. His tongue flickered against her, the pressure teasing and too light, but in the next minute he’d found that sensitive flesh on the insides of her thighs again. Licking, sucking, pinching.
    “Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, Elliott, that feels so fucking good.” He scraped his teeth along her clit until she shook with the pleasure of it. “You make me … mindless.”
    He paused at that, but only for a second or so before he was back at it. His mouth was magic, moving over her. His fingers, too. Inside her. On her thighs. Simone rocked against his kiss and touch, until up, up, and over she tumbled into an orgasm that left stars sparkling in the edges of her vision.
    “Fuck me, Elliott,” she breathed into his ear.
    It took him a minute or so to wriggle out of his pants and reach for the nightstand drawer to pull out a condom. She sat