Sexting My Ex’s Dad (Forbidden Silver Foxes)

42. Elio

42

ELIO

I reach for the buttons of her blouse, one by one revealing the delicate lace that lies beneath. Her chest rises and falls rapidly, betraying her own desire. I take a moment to appreciate the way the fabric clings to her body before I slide it off her shoulders, leaving her in only her bra.

“God, you’re beautiful,” I mutter, unable to tear my gaze away from her. She blushes at the compliment, but there’s a hunger in her eyes that matches my own. It’s a look that tells me she wants this just as badly as I do.

“Show me,” she challenges, her eyes never leaving mine. I don’t need to be told twice.

With a surge of strength, I push her against the wall, pinning her there with the weight of my body. My hands trace a path down her sides, memorizing every curve and contour. This close, I can feel the heat radiating from her skin.

The need to possess her, to claim her as my own, consumes me. I’m a man who’s always been in control, but with her, I feel like I’m losing myself – and I couldn’t care less.

“Then let me make you mine,” I whisper, sealing the promise with a searing kiss that leaves us both gasping for air.

A shudder runs through me as I sink to my knees, the cold tile floor pressing into my skin. My eyes never stray from Stella’s, the fierce determination in her gaze only fueling my desire. I lean in, my breath ghosting across her thigh before I press a gentle kiss to her soft skin.

“Your scent is intoxicating.” I slowly work my way up her leg, each kiss bringing me closer to her core. Her body trembles beneath my touch, a testament to the power I hold over her.

“Tell me what you want, Stella,” I command, my fingers dancing along her inner thighs, teasing and tantalizing. I watch her struggle to form words, her chest heaving with each ragged breath.

“Please, Elio,” she moans, her voice laced with need. “I want you... I want you so badly.”

“Is that all?” I ask, my voice low and seductive. “You’re going to have to be more specific, Stella. Tell me exactly what you want me to do to you.”

Her hazel eyes darken with lust, and she bites her lip, hesitating for a moment before she speaks. “I want you to touch me, Elio. Touch me... everywhere.”

“Everywhere?” I repeat, a wicked grin spreading across my face. “That’s quite a tall order, but I think I can manage.”

I continue kissing my way up her thigh, stopping just short of where she wants - needs - me most, and let my fingers inch closer to her core. She gasps, her hips bucking toward my touch, desperate for contact.

“Patience, baby,” I whisper, flicking my tongue at the sensitive skin of her inner thigh. “We’ve got all night to explore one another.”

The warmth of her skin radiates against my fingertips as I finally slip one inside her, gently thrusting. She gasps, arching her back and pressing herself closer to me.

“Ah, Elio,” she sighs, her voice a mix of pleasure and desperation.

Adding a second finger, I stretch her further, while my thumb starts teasing that sensitive spot I know will drive her wild. Her moans grow louder, spurring me on.

“Is this what you wanted?” I ask, my voice low and seductive.

“Yes, yes, just like that,” she gasps, her fingers digging into my shoulders. “God, Elio, don’t stop,” Stella begs, her body writhing beneath my touch.

“Never,” I promise, locking eyes with her and watching as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over her face.

I lean in to kiss her. The moment our lips touch, it’s like crashing into a storm — raw and unapologetically passionate. Inside her, my fingers continue their rhythmic dance, thrusting in and out as she moans into the kiss.

Her body shakes with pleasure beneath me, and I feel myself growing harder against her stomach, the evidence of my own arousal undeniable.

“I’m close,” she moans into the kiss.

My chest heaves as I pull away from our heated kiss, my heart pounding in my ears. The taste of Stella lingers on my lips, intoxicating me with every breath. “Not yet,” I whisper, my voice ragged and filled with desire.

I pull away just enough to take my belt off, my pants dropping to my feet. I quickly step out of them before gently grabbing her wrists and binding them together behind her back. I can feel her pulse quicken beneath my fingertips, her body trembling with anticipation.

A blindfold, in the form of my tie, follows, obscuring her vision and leaving her at my mercy. Despite her fierce independence, she has willingly surrendered to me, placing her trust in my hands.

I take a moment to drink in the sight of her: bound and blindfolded, her chest rising and falling rapidly as her breath comes in shallow pants. The delicate curve of her neck exposed, begging for my touch. Her beautiful flushed cheeks.

“You remember your safeword don’t you?” I ask.

“Puzzle.”

“Good girl.”

The warmth of her breath tickles my cheek as I lean in close, my lips grazing the delicate shell of her ear. Her shudder sends a thrill down my spine, and I can’t help but nibble gently on her earlobe, eliciting a soft gasp from her lips.

With one swift motion, I yank her skirt up and off, leaving her completely exposed to me. A surge of possessiveness courses through me as I take in her vulnerability – her body is mine to worship, mine to explore.

Determined to leave no inch of her untouched, I let my tongue trace a path down her neck, savoring the taste of her skin. She tilts her head back, granting me better access, and I can’t help but smile against her throat. My journey continues over her collarbone and towards her breasts, leaving a trail of wet kisses in my wake.

I make quick work of her bra, releasing her beautiful tits.

My tongue traces a path towards her breasts, and she shivers beneath me. I gently take one of her nipples between my teeth, tugging ever so slightly. The sensation causes her to gasp, her back arching into my touch as if seeking more of the pleasure I offer.

“Ah, Elio… that feels incredible,” she sighs, her hands clenching the bed sheets.

As I continue lavishing attention on her breast with my mouth, my fingers find their way back inside her, resuming their earlier dance. This time, however, there’s a newfound urgency to my movements, spurred on by her passionate response. Stella moans softly, the sound music to my ears as I work to make her cum.

Her legs tremble around me, and I can sense the tension building within her.

Stella’s breath catches as I slide a third finger inside her. Her body quivers beneath my touch.

“Ah, Elio, more,” she gasps, the sound of her voice laced with desire, vulnerability, and trust.

“Tell me what you need, Stella,” I murmur in her ear, my fingers relentless in their exploration, driving her wild with each well-timed stroke.

“Everything,” she admits, her eyes locked onto mine, sharing the intensity of the moment.

“Then let me give you everything,” I growl, the raw passion in her gaze igniting a primal need within me.

In one fluid motion, I stand and pull her off the ground, our bodies colliding as I press her against the wall. The strength of my desire for her is evident as I push my erection into her warmth, causing her to gasp at the sudden contact.

I can’t help but let out a low growl as I begin to thrust into her slowly.

“Ah... Elio,” she gasps, her voice barely a whisper. The sound fuels my desire, urging me to pick up speed.

“Stella,” I breathe, my hands gripping her hips for added leverage. My heart races as I feel her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me in deeper.

As I increase the pace and pressure of my thrusts, her moans become louder. I can tell that she’s desperate to grip something – anything but with her hands tied, she can’t. All she can do is enjoy the ride.

“Tell me what you want,” I say between rough, passionate kisses, my fingers digging into her soft flesh.

“More,” she pants, her nails raking across my back, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. “Please, Elio... harder.”

I oblige, unable to resist her whispered plea, and our bodies collide, slapping together in a rhythm that threatens to consume us both. I’m driven by a primal need to claim her, to make her mine in every way possible.

“Stella,” I growl, my thrusts becoming rougher, more frantic. “You’re mine, and I won’t let anyone touch you again.”

“Yours, Elio” she screams, her body quivering, as she finally cums. “I’m yours!”

That’s right. All fucking mine.