The incredible sensation of her tongue against mine triggers a massive wave of physical and emotional need that engulfs me. I barely register that she drops the sheet and exposes her satin smooth breasts, tipped with those tightly furled, pink buds I love so much. Jesus, she was waiting for me naked.
While I feast on the sight, she unzips my hoodie and pushes it from my shoulders, carefully freeing my hands before she pulls my T-shirt over my head. Tapping my hip, she gets me on my feet and reaches for my belt. I don’t help, just stand there with my arms limp at my sides, my dick as hard as stone as she tugs, unbuttons and unzips to finally let my jeans fall around my ankles. I remain motionless but for a shiver as her fingers trace the outline of my straining erection. She lowers the waistband of my boxer briefs and I feel both the cooler air and her perusal caress me.
Lying back on the bed, she holds the covers up to invite me in, every perfect line of her body on display. I need her so badly I can barely breathe. Kicking everything off, I get in beside her, reveling in the way her soft curves fit against me like a dream, especially when she coaxes me on top of her and my hips settle into the cradle of her thighs.
With the shaky fingertips of my uninjured hand, I trace her full lips. She’s such a beautiful contradiction of innocence and confidence; her makeup-free face and fanned-over-the-pillow hair whisper of sweetness, while the burning sexuality from within her calls like a siren’s song to my baser urges.
She lifts her head and kisses my chin where I’m guessing a bruise is forming. I follow her back down to the pillow and our lips meet in a searing kiss. Our moans mingle with our hot, questing tongues. One kiss becomes another and then another and another. After so many months together, we know each other’s bodies like they’re our own and we gradually wind ourselves into a more and more all-consuming state of blind, fiery ardor. Instinct begins to take over, making some very heavy demands in the form of curling hips and bending spines. Her fingers dig into my ass, pulling me in tighter against her. We both gasp, rocking into the unbearable pleasure as Nature makes it plain how this is going to go. My dick slides along her slippery core again and again, driving us mad. Greedily, my hand gropes at the back of her thigh, splaying her further open. She arches, I thrust and just like that the unthinkable happens . . . the most sublime, transcendent two seconds ever lived. A baptism of fire. I sink deep into her, skin-to-skin, nothing between us, and the unmuted feel of her flesh yielding to my invasion shocks me to my very core.
Ellie inhales sharply, but I barely hear it over the desperate sound of my, “Oh, ffuuuuuck,” that flawlessly mirrors the raw, throbbing, torturous ecstasy of the moment. Time stands still. I pant hard into her shoulder, trying to keep my head, but the low, throaty moan that falls from her mouth is like the devil himself whispering in my ear.
Every muscle in my body reverberates with a pounding drumbeat of want, which only thumps more stridently as Ellie starts to squirm. I’m a single thread away from snapping. “Tell me what to do,” I beg gutturally, but already, I feel my hips coiling into her, burrowing myself deeper.
“Please, Scott,” she breathes.
Ellie
Despite knowing how torn Scott is, I can’t not plead with him. My body and mind are delirious with the incredible feel of him inside of me, bare. And it’s all magnified by the sweetest of torturous noises that he’s unaware of making in my ear.
His dick kicks inside of me and I shudder. We both know there’s no reason for him not to surrender to this; I’m on birth control, we’re clean, we’re monogamous. The only thing holding him back is fear. He takes hold of my chin roughly and pulls back just enough to see me. An electric charge surges between us, which must convince him, because he shifts back and then plunges himself back into me. It’s so good I barely manage to catch the look of sheer bliss on his face before his head drops and I lose myself in the quest for my orgasm. His deep, powerful thrusts have me well on my way to completion when the unexpected thought of being filled with his come bears down on me like a freight train. My head lolls to the side as the rush starts deep within, and then languidly rolls over me until it crests in the most glorious of fashions, leaving me insensible to everything except the rhythmic straining of my pussy around his wide girth.
He ends up slumped atop me, his weight as comforting as his panted breaths at my shoulder. I nuzzle his neck, feeling nothing but contentment that one of the last barriers between us has been removed – literally.
With his next breath comes a noise of disbelief . . . or maybe it’s distress. I trail my nails up his back and into the short hair at his neck, lightly scraping until he relaxes against me once again.
“I couldn’t let it stand,” he announces quietly. It takes a second to piece together that he’s not referring to the condom but to the incident at Lolita’s. From the evidence, I’m guessing that the I just wanted to talk to him became less of a cerebral endeavor and more of a physical one tonight. I should probably object or disapprove . . . but disapproval isn’t even close to what I’m feeling right now.
“Without Rosa . . . or you,” he continues, his voice cracking. He swallows hard before he can go on. “I couldn’t let it stand.”
“I know,” I whisper.
“I want out, El.”
My fingertips in his hair stall out. “What?”
He lifts his head and I’m hit by the swirling emotions in his eyes. “I want out. I’m done. I want to take you and girls and go.”
“Go?” Surprise sets my pulse to racing. “Go where?”
“Anywhere.”
If I wasn’t so taken aback, I’d protest when he gently pulls out of me and settles at my side. I clench my thighs together to stop come from leaking out. It’s been years since I’ve felt that sensation and it adds to the unreality as he arranges the blankets more fully over us.
With his head propped up on his hand, he looks down at me. “I want to start over. Somewhere that I don’t know anyone who owns a gun, somewhere I don’t have to see my mother on a regular basis, and most of all somewhere all four of you will be under one roof.”
I blink, my thudding heart feeling like it’s about to burst.
He pushes the hair back from my face before he leans in to kiss the corner of my mouth. “I need you with me.” His hand settles at my throat, his callused thumb stroking my jaw possessively. “Every time I leave this bed, I lose a piece of myself. It’s getting to the point that soon there’ll be nothing left.” His fingers slide down between my breasts, over my stomach to the apex of my clenched thighs. He doesn’t tell me to give him access, his gaze just holds mine until its unyielding intensity has a bloom of heat spreading from my chest up my neck to my cheeks and I slowly unlock my thighs for him. His fingers skate through our combined release. “Especially now, El.” He pushes aside the covers and gets to his knees. I don’t even complain about the cold air as he settles between my legs, lifting and then splaying them wide. “Look at that,” he says reverently. “I can’t believe I broke my biggest rule and I have zero regrets.”
I watch it all play out over his face, the wonder, the lust, the ownership. When the seeping feeling of more come sliding free has me tightening my muscles, he grunts softly and reaches for my center again. His bloodied knuckles contrast sharply with the gentle feel of his thumb against my clit.