Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Ellis
There is nothing that can compare to making Louisa crazy with need.
The only problem with that is I won’t last much longer.
But it’s hardly a problem.
Louisa tastes so much better than I thought she would.
So good, I can’t hold back no matter how hard I try.
I was already on the brink when I kissed her.
Now, the pleasure of her is too much, and I explode in my boxer briefs.
But she’s so ripe for me, I refuse to stop.
I nut in long, angry bursts, as if my cock is somehow protesting the injustice of it all. Too bad. It’s not getting any love. Not yet.
“Love this pussy,” I say, wrenching the fabric so hard that the flimsy elastic begins to give way. “She’s so fucking naughty. She’s quivering for it.”
Louisa tells me she’s close when her hands go to my head, her fingers lacing in my hair. Her hips jerk upward, and I let loose, shredding her panties and burrowing my face right where it belongs.
Her pleasure builds as her hips rock. My mouth sucks, my tongue owns her, as my nose bumps against her tight little clit.
“Something is happening, Ellis,” she rasps.
I’ll say something is happening. The writhing. The hair pulling. The gasping breath. She’s getting ready to come.
“Oh…oh…ohmygodyes!”
Louisa’s sweetness explodes as she comes apart on my tongue. Her body seizes in her release, and she cries out.
Her slick muscles pulse so fucking hard. She spills more.
“Ellis!”
My Louisa is so ready for me. And fuck me, I’m still hard despite nutting early.
She’s still trembling when I pull her close, aching to kiss her.
I hesitate, because she may not be into that.
“You good?” I ask, nuzzling her breasts through the bunched-up nightie.
With a smile in her voice, Louisa breathlessly replies, “I have never in my life felt anything so good.”
Raking my teeth over her hard nipple, I joke, “You’re giving me a big head, in more ways than one.”
I’m grateful she doesn’t register that terrible joke, and I silently vow to do better next time with the quips.
As I cradle her in my arms, she has the audacity to ask me, “Was I good?”
Perplexed, I look up from where I’m focused on getting this nightie out of the way so I can worship her tits. “What?”
“Did I do it right?”
Cupping one tempting breast and sliding the pad of my thumb over the hard nipple, I say, “Baby, you could starfish me, and we’d be fantastic together.”
She shivers at the contact, but then her brow draws together. “Starfish?”
I switch my attention to her other breast and explain what starfishing is. “You could lay there spread eagle and make no effort, and you’d still be a fucking queen.”
I mouth that breast through the material, sucking the fabric and half her breast into my mouth, lapping my tongue over her nipple until she lets out another needy whimper. God, the noises she makes.
“Ellis,” she whispers, her fingers returning to my hair and her back arching off the sofa. “You’re making me crazy again.”
“Crazy, you say?” I back away from her and scavenge her shredded, soaked panties like a trophy from the scene of the crime.
She might not be ready for what I do next, but Louisa might as well know this about me. She’s going to know all of me sooner or later, because I’m never letting her leave.