There was a small hush to her when he finally removed his pants at her urging. One hand slid up along her belly, resting just under her breast which lifted up slightly. The other ran down the length of her thigh, digging her nails into her own skin to leave small lines in their wake in journey back towards her waist. Yes, she was hungry for him like never before. He had to know how starved she had been. If not, via the link he did now.<br/><br/>The vision of his manhood simply standing in the air, full length and girth exposed, was taken from her when his face appeared so close and she felt the softness of his lips again. A low moan flowed and he felt her hand rest low on his cheek. No longer did it reside beneath her breast. Her torso stretched upwards, curving her back to lift just that small distance to lay pressure back in return. Elena felt him lift her desire higher, from his sweet embrace but also when he touched her most intimate of place. His finger spread her lips, ran his finger up and down their smooth surface before dipping just a little inside and felt the heat. He continued to tease, spreading the moisture that had built there with her arousal. She was slick when his finger penetrated her, forcing her body to allow him entrance. Her hips shifted forward, eager just as her thighs sought to close and capture his hand in tact.<br/><br/>He was tormenting her, finger slipping in and out and he even added another finger to prepare her for the inevitable. Her breath was hot, quick against his lips as her mouth opened wide for the moans that she could hardly hold back. He curled his fingers, twisting them simply to ensure she could handle him. It was the exact opposite of what he'd done to her back in her bar.<i><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">The bar...</span></i>It was a fleeting memory as his hand slowly withdrew, much to her disappointment. Elena feared it would be all she received.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"You know that I am..."</span>she told him when he spoke of displaying her devotion. Her eyes were dazed, her lips red and plump as color gave her cheeks such sexy glow. Elena sat there so ripe for his taking. Instead, he told her his expectation and it was as if she shook her head, trying to ensure she'd heard right. It was not that she was unwilling, it was just he changed direction yet again on her. Her smile was only half, as one side curved upwards in smirk. Would she never learn to predict him? In truth, she barely knew who he was...<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#00b3b3">"Being on top, where I can take my revenge and slap your face with my breasts?"</span>The question was rhetorical and a tease she could not help. He watched her grin before she slowly eased herself as if melting, to the floor at his feet. Her back felt the edge of the bed the entire way down before her knees met carpet. Fingers moved to his calves, rubbing them firmly before rising up the full span of his thighs until they stopped just short of taking hold of him, teasing him further by nearly disobeying him already.<br/><br/>Elena licked her lips and tilted her head to the side. She would lick just the underside of his length from base to tip, leading her eyes upwards to see if he would watch her.