Forbidden Cravings-Chapter 287: Comfort from Elizabeth

The morning sun was bright now, pouring through the curtains and painting warm stripes across the bedroom floor. My back pressed against the wall, cool plaster against my shoulders, while Elizabeth knelt on the soft rug in front of me, her nightgown hanging loose around her elbows, breasts swaying gently with every move.

"Ahh..." I moaned, fingers threading through her messy blonde hair as her lips slid down my length, warm and wet and perfect.

"Ummphh... ahhmm..." she hummed around me, the vibration making my knees weak. Her tongue swirled slow circles, then flattened so she could take me deeper.

"Ahhh... Elizabeth... slow down a bit," I gasped, chest tight with leftover panic from the nightmare and new heat rolling through me all at once. "This is... too much..."

She pulled off just long enough to look up, lips shiny, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Mama needs to comfort her baby," she teased in that low, playful voice, then licked a long stripe up the underside before sinking back down.

My dick throbbed in her mouth, her saliva mixing with the wetness already there, dripping a little down her chin. Her hands gripped my thighs for balance while mine stayed in her hair, not pushing, just holding on like she was the only thing keeping me upright.

She popped off again with a soft, wet sound. "Such a big, strong dick you have," she murmured, voice husky. Then she dipped lower, tongue tracing slow, lazy patterns before she gently sucked one ball into her mouth, then the other, rolling them softly while her hand kept stroking me in steady, firm pulls.

"Ohh god..." I groaned, head tipping back against the wall, eyes squeezing shut for a second.

When I opened them again, my gaze drifted to the bed. Clara was still fast asleep, curled on her side, completely naked, one arm hugging a pillow like it was a person. Sunlight spilled across her back, highlighting every curve, her skin glowing gold. She looked so peaceful, lips slightly parted, breathing slow and even.

Elizabeth noticed where I was looking and gave a soft laugh around me before pulling back. "Are you feeling good, sweetheart?" she asked, winking up at me, hand never stopping its slow, perfect rhythm.

"Yeah..." I managed, voice rough, hips rocking a tiny bit into her grip. "You’re wiping every bad thought right out of my head, babe."

"Good," she whispered, pressing a soft kiss to the tip before taking me back in, deeper this time, cheeks hollowing as she bobbed slow and steady.

The room was quiet except for the wet sounds of her mouth, my ragged breathing, and Clara’s soft little snores. Sunlight warmed the air, the nightmare felt a million miles away, and for those few perfect minutes, there was nothing in the world except Elizabeth on her knees, taking care of me like only she could.

She looks satisfied, eyes sparkling up at me. She leaned forward slow, teasing, and dragged her tongue from the base of my dick all the way to the tip in one long, wet stripe. The sensation made my knees buckle a little.

Before I could catch my breath, she opened wide and took me all the way in, lips sliding down until they pressed against my skin. Her mouth was hot, wet, perfect. She hummed softly, the vibration shooting straight through me.

"Ahhh fuck!" I groaned, fingers tightening in her hair as my hips jerked forward on instinct.

Her hands slid up my stomach, nails dragging lightly over my abs, then higher to my chest. She found my nipples and pinched sharp little tugs that made me hiss, then rolled them gently while her head started bobbing in a slow, steady rhythm. The combination of her mouth and her fingers sent sparks exploding behind my eyes.

Every leftover piece of the nightmare vanished under the heat rolling through me. I looked down at her lips stretched around me, cheeks hollowed, eyes half-lidded and dark with want and something inside me snapped.

I tangled both hands in her hair and took over.

"Hold still, baby," I rasped, voice rough.

I buckled my hips, slow at first, then faster, deeper. *Gawk... gawk... gawk...* The wet, messy sounds filled the room, loud and filthy in the quiet morning.

Elizabeth relaxed her throat and took every thrust like she was born for it. Saliva poured from the corners of her mouth, shiny trails running down her chin, dripping onto her chest and the rug. Her face flushed bright red, eyes watering just a little, but she never looked away. She stared up at me with that horny, slutty little smile that made my blood burn.

"Ahhh yeah, baby... I’m gonna cum!" I warned, hips snapping harder, the wall creaking behind me with every thrust.

She moaned around me a muffled, desperate sound that pushed me straight over the edge.

"Ahhh... ahh... ahhhhhh!!" I slammed in one last time and held her there, buried deep in her throat as my orgasm hit like a freight train.

"Arrghmmm... yeahh!" Wave after wave pulsed out of me, hot and thick, spilling straight down her throat.

My whole body shook, thighs trembling, fingers locked in her hair while she swallowed every drop, humming softly until I was completely empty.

When I finally let go, she pulled back slow, lips sliding off with a soft, wet pop. A thin string of saliva and cum stretched between us for a second before it broke. She licked her lips, wiped her chin with the back of her hand, then grinned up at me face flushed, hair wild, looking beautifully wrecked.

"Feel better now?" she asked, voice hoarse and teasing, crawling forward on her knees.

I laughed, breathless and shaky, and slid down the wall until I was sitting on the warm floor in front of her. "Completely fucking destroyed... in the best way," I panted.

Elizabeth straddled my lap right there on the rug, knees on either side of my hips, and kissed me slow and deep. I could taste myself on her tongue, salty and warm, mixed with her. "Good," she whispered against my lips, fingers brushing my cheek. "That was the whole point."

Behind us, Clara made a tiny sleepy sound and rolled over, hugging the pillow tighter, still completely out. Sunlight kept pouring in, warm and lazy, turning the whole room gold, and the nightmare felt like it belonged to another life entirely.