Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Louisa
I had a lot of pictures in my head about what my first time would be like.
I had assumed I was doomed to suffer a domineering husband who liked to put it in with no lube and no foreplay. I imagined my life with a mediocre dick that served only one purpose with regard to my pleasure—to give me children to dote on.
Ellis smashes all those expectations to smithereens.
He hooks his thumbs into the waistband of his boxer briefs and pushes them down to the floor. I notice the rippling muscles of his back as he bends over for that brief second. He’s tan and lean and hard everywhere, making it pretty obvious he works outside without a shirt on warm days. I feel both envious and turned on by the thought that I haven’t seen that yet.
When he's upright again, a pink, glistening, eight-inch pipe greets me. My goodness, is all of that supposed to fit in me? My gaze is transfixed as that hard length bobs with Ellis's movements. My sweet farmer is erotic artwork come to life.
“Wow,” I say dumbly.
He fists his cock. “You like seeing me hard for you.”
I gasp at his words. “I didn’t know it would be…wet?”
Still glazed with my essence, Ellis's mouth turns up in a dark grin. “It’s not supposed to be. I came while I was eating you, baby.”
Oh. My. God.
This fact triggers a full-body shudder from me.
It’s then that I notice he holds something in his hand. He unfolds it, and I realize it’s my ruined panties.
I can barely form a thought as I sit there watching him use those panties like a rag to clean himself up.
His gaze is trained on me, studying me, clearly watching for signs that I’ll think this is weird or a turn-off.
On the contrary.
“Can I?”
I sit forward on the sofa and reach out.
A low growl emits from Ellis’s throat. He hands me the bunched-up panties, and we lock eyes. His jaw tics.
“T-tell me if I’m doing anything you don’t like.”
And I genuinely mean that. It’s my first penis encounter, and I don’t want to mess things up.
I take him in one hand and use the panties to clean up the mess over his lower abdomen, carefully paying attention to the shaft from the root to the head. My nipples harden when I notice how my thumb and forefinger don’t quite meet around the girth. It twitches and throbs, growing redder by the minute as that veiny rod fills with blood.
I salivate, and I know what I want to do next.
Gingerly, hoping I get it right, I take the head of his cock into my mouth and suck.
Ellis sucks in a breath. “Fuck…Louisa.” His words are ragged. I look up at his tight face. His stomach muscles bunch and tremble. I take him deeper, while my hands play over his muscular thighs, making their way upward, squeezing.
He grabs the hand that holds my soiled panties and links his fingers through mine.
Driving deeper still, I try to remember the things I read, trying to be careful with my teeth—knowing that the dirty books I’ve read are not an instruction manual but hoping for the best.
He feels good in my mouth, and I moan on him.
This time, it’s more than a low rumble. He growls and grunts, slowly starting to push himself deeper. I look up at him with tears in my eyes as the head of his cock hits my gag reflex. I force myself to open up, to let him go as deeply as he wants.
Ellis’s head lolls back, and his hand releases mine, taking my wrecked panties with him. I lick and suck and take as much as I can, all the while watching him smear the rag with our shared essences over his chest.
I’m equal parts fascinated and aroused.
He catches me watching him. “I’m gonna wear you around on my skin so I can smell you all damn day.”
This has me moaning on his dick. His head lolls back again. “Fuck, Louisa. You’re fucking perfect.”
I’m actually doing this right. I’m high on the feeling that I know how to please a man—this particular man, and I care nothing for anybody else.
Suddenly, Ellis cups my head, grasping my hair close to my scalp. It feels strangely good, and it eggs me on.
But unexpectedly, Ellis pulls me up by the hair, managing to be firm but not hurtful. “But not like that.”
I’m facing him now, confused as he kisses me hard on the mouth.
“Wh-what?” I rasp.
His dark gaze assures me there’s nothing wrong with what I was doing. He needs something else entirely.
“Bed. Fuck. Now.”
Okay. Yes, sir. No further clarification needed.