.Song for the next two chapters: Michael Bublè— Feeling Good.

Descending down, Elise warped her small mouth over the tips of Ian's manhood. As she had thought, it was much larger that it could barely fit her mouth, and the question came in her mind whether it would fit inside her that stirred the heat on her core again.

"Careful of your teeth," Ian said in a nasal tone, his voice that had always been sexy to the ears sounded more lustful, and his voice alone could heighten the need for more in her.

Elise did as he instructed her to, bringing it deeper to her mouth, she looked up to see Ian's brows furrowed deeply, his eyes was closed as a deep hum come escape from his mouth. Elise never knew she could elicit such a blissful expression from Ian, and now she understood why he would love to see her in pleasure. There was a triumph emotion in her and delight for being able to make him feel like this— to watch his handsome face covered with desire which she caused.

Every silvery whisper from Ian only encouraged her to do more, and when she tried to take it deeper, Ian said, "Good Elise," his voice deprived her from thinking rationally, 

"Take it deeper, lick it and suck it, you are doing great."

Over the erotic instruction, Elise pulled one of her hand to push the gown to touch her own core. Ian had not done anything yet she felt too hot as if it wasn't only her who had turned him wet but likewise. 

Seeing what Elise was doing, Ian quirked a faint smile, he pushed his feet under her gown, bundling it to softly press her sweet spot, gaining an erupting moan from Elise who was caught off guard. 

"No," she sighed, a maddening pleasure was boiling inside her, but she was still determined to make Ian come first. Wanting to see how he would react to more pleasure, Elise sucked her cheeks, bringing her head up and down in gentle but tight movement. 

Seeing Elise, trying to make him reach climax, with her body between his legs and her pretty little mouth taking all that was his with a slight difficulty, even the most patient man in the world wouldn't be able to hold it back. Ian's patient was only a thread away from, hauling the back of her head, and pushed his manhood deeper to her throat and violate the small lips that he fancied. But Ian hold himself back, he knew the technique was to have Elise comfortable with what she was doing. She didn't want to hurt her with his carnal crave. 

Ian wants to make love to Elise in a far more special way than how he did to his previous playmate, where he did as he please. It was not only the lone matter of pleasure, but the feeling that matters. Which why he had to take it slow and gently, while telling himself to keep the two words in his mind, so his mind wouldn't dive in and take her before his promised marriage. 

When the tip slowly hit the back of her throat, Ian threw his head back, pleasure override his expression. Seeing more pleasure being brought up when she fastened her movement, a slow smile spun on Elise's lips. She felt that the deeper she took him into her mouth, the shaft felt more swollen and hotter, mixed with her saliva it had also turn wet that helped her to take him deeper without much trouble. When the tip hit her throat, not only Ian felt good, but Elise felt as if her whole body tingling. 

Ian pulled the back of her head by tugging to her hair that had turned to a messy bun when he was close to release, "Fuck, Elise," his low cursed flooded her mind, waking her up from her dazed thought of sucking him.

Elise looked at Ian after he had released the heat, his red eyes stared deeper at her, burning her like coal even though it didn't touch her. A clear liquid dripped over her shoulder as she didn't manage to release her mouth quickly when he was about to come. Seeing the liquid, her delicate fingers wiped it away slowly, the action only stirred Ian even more.

With one effortless pull, Ian brought her body on top of her, his fingers begin to pull the ribbon on the back of he dress. Elise was startled by the sudden shift in position but before a gasp could leave her mouth, Ian covered her lips; his tongue, causing storm-like surge of emotions mixed with dirty pleasure. The way he kissed her and how his tongue Elise felt him pull away after the kiss, her eyes blinked the tears that wet her eyes and hinder her sight to peruse his face. 

"Did I do well?" Elise questioned him, accompanied by a wheezy sigh. 

"More than well," Ian leaned forward, biting to her pale shoulder, coloring it to a deep red color, "It was great."

Elise felt a sudden loneliness in her mouth which she can't express. A sudden thought passed by her mind, a petty one if she had to be honest, "Better than others?"

"Others?" Ian chuckled at her question, his nose faintly travel from under her chin to her neck, "Jealous are you, my love?"

"I am inexperienced," Elise answered, feeling her back curled when his hand squeeze her bottom.

Ian looked at her with a smile as if telling how silly she was, and Elise knew she was behaving silly, but the thought passed abruptly in her mind, "Not anyone have to be experienced to be good. The way you were clumsy earlier, bringing all of me inside you and moving your tongue in a teasing way, it's good in your own way. But you are different than others. Whether it may be your technique or your inexperience. It was because of you that it felt better for me."

Elise pursed her lips, trying to stop her lips from curling too high and smile too wide, "Can I do it again?" After seeing Ian once in pleasure because of her, she felt as if it wasn't enough. She want to see more, again, the wicked scene was addictive to Elise. She never knew she had such a power in her to make him feel good,

Ian clicked his tongue, "I was trying to hold back but here you are testing my patience again."

Elise felt his hand squeezing deeper to her bottom, his thumb brushing to her core that had become wet since she had sucked him, "Is it bad?"

"Bad?" Ian curled his lips, his eyes drenched with carve and ache for her. "You naughty girl, you do know how to always make me crazy for you. But now it is my time to help you." saying this Ian pulled her body upward, moving her feet away, settling it beside his legs, but their seat was too small which only restrict their movements.

"It's narrow," Elise told him and he hummed in agreement.

"We should move from her then," and when Ian stated that, he pushed her to the back, her eyes were almost close, wondering if they were going to do the rest inside the carriage floor?

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A/N: need water? next chapter will be in a while, I'm currently writing it~~