48. Ellie #2
“I don’t want to rip it, so I need you to take it off,” he said without preamble. Then he kicked the door shut behind him, rattling the entire house. He shucked his shoes off, pushing them to the side. “We have an extra hour, and I’m not wasting a fucking minute of it.”
Heat unraveled in my core at the wildness in his eyes as they raked over me. Sully’s breath left his mouth in short, ragged spurts, and I watched his broad chest move in time with them.
“Sawyer.” He flopped back against the closed door as soon as his name left my lips, as though undone by that alone. “I’ll take it off. But first…you.”
“Jesus,” he croaked before lifting a brow. “You want me to strip for you, El?”
I nodded, and within seconds, he’d left the foyer, was halfway across the room, ripping buttons off his shirt as he tried to wrestle it off.
I thought about helping him but found myself rooted to the floor, unable to look away as Sully threw the shirt to the ground.
His gaze caught on mine again, devastating me when he held it while reaching for his belt.
“Want me naked?” he rasped. The clank of metal echoed in the living room, and then his pants were shoved to the floor, too. I nodded again, holding my breath as I watched his socks vanish and then his briefs.
“Yeah, El?” he murmured, and my gaze dropped to find him stroking his erection as he stared at me.
My core pulsed, body reacting violently to the image of him fisting his hard cock, moving like he could mimic what it would be like to fuck me.
“Ah, I forgot how much you like this. How much you like watching me touch myself while I imagine it’s you. ”
I bit down on my lip, transfixed by veins in his hands and the way they twisted up his arm as he jerked himself. Distantly, I heard Sully groan.
“I want it to be you,” he continued. “I’ll fucking beg for it to be you, Eleanor. Crawl, bark, whatever the hell you want.”
And then, before I could say anything, Sully sank to his knees in front of me.
“You don’t have to beg,” I said, finally finding my voice and dragging my gaze up to his face to see the desperation painted on it.
“Too late.” Without breaking eye contact, Sully bent onto all fours and closed the distance between us by crawling. “I would do fucking anything to have you right now.”
My breath hitched, his fingers wrapped around my ankle before traveling up the length of my leg as he straightened.
The first brush of his lips against my skin made my knees weak, and then it only continued.
I only broke down further and further as Sully dragged his lips from my shin to my thigh, pressing open-mouth kisses and leaving the imprint of his bite in all my most sensitive places.
Both his hands smoothed up the sides of my body, slipping beneath my dress until he realized I wasn’t wearing underwear.
Sully made a guttural, gritty noise, the hem of my dress suddenly bunched in his hands, getting pushed up around my hips.
And then he yanked, tugging me toward him until his face was buried between my legs.
I gasped and opened automatically, giving him better access, and Sully tilted his chin, parting me with his tongue until he found my clit, giving it a lick.
Heat burst through my body, and color burst across my vision.
An ungodly noise flew from my throat, and Sully’s eyes darted upward, causing my jaw to drop even further when his sharp blue gaze seared into me, staying on my face while his mouth worked between my legs.
I watched, breathless, as his jaw flexed while his tongue dove deeper, making me squirm with pleasure.
“Sawyer,” I gasped. “Oh my God, Sawyer.”
He pulled back just enough to say, “God, you taste so good.”
Then his tongue was back to flicking between my legs as I tried to find my voice, threading my fingers into his messy blond hair to keep from falling. My eyes rolled up as he licked slowly through my pussy this time, like he wanted to drink me in.
“Fuck,” I panted, writhing in his arms.
“Take it off,” he rasped. “I need the dress off, Eleanor.”
Obeying without question this time, I tugged the dress out of his grip and wiggled out of it, tossing it up and over my head.
I watched it drift to the ground, landing on top of Sully’s pants, and then I looked back at my fiance?, who’d leaned back to stare up at me, lips parted, hand around his cock again, still on his knees.
“No bra, either?” he choked. “Fuck me.”
“Would love to.” I smiled at him and then jabbed a finger over my shoulder. “Get on the couch.”
Sully’s gaze flared. “Yes fucking ma’am.”
He was seated on the couch within seconds, rummaging in the drawer of the table next to it. He produced a condom out of seemingly thin air. When I gave him a funny look, he said, “I’m sorry, did you think I wasn’t going to stash condoms around the entire house in preparation for tonight?”
My lips spread as I released a breathy laugh, grateful for his unusual foresight.
Because all of Sully’s desperation had leaked into me.
My breathing was erratic, my core clenching with need, my skin pebbled with goose bumps.
I smoothed my hands up my stomach to cup my breasts, which were aching, nipples peaked, and Sully swore beneath his breath as he ripped open the condom wrapper.
“Put it on,” I demanded, taking careful steps on wobbly legs.
“Jesus, Eleanor.”
“What?”
“Nothing, just—” He shook his head, and my eyes fell to his fingers as they rolled the condom into place before smoothing back over it, making sure it was properly covering everything, fitting snugly at the base of his erection. “My future wife is so fucking hot.”
My cheeks heated, a flush working over me as I planted one knee beside Sully’s thigh, moving to straddle him. “Do you want her to fuck you?”
“More than anything,” he breathed, tipping his head back to look up at me, letting it fall against the couch. My pulse galloped, making me feel agonized by my want for him. “Please, Ellie baby.”
“When I said you don’t have to beg, I meant it,” I said, softer, as I settled on his lap.
His large hands gripped my hips, easily encompassing so much of my body as he tugged me closer, until I was poised above his erection.
“I want you—” My throat closed as emotion surged into it. “So bad,” I choked out.
“Eleanor,” Sully breathed before waiting for my eyes to find his, a clash of amber and cerulean.
I sucked in, feeling spellbound by it. “I love you.” He swallowed, his throat bobbing.
“I loved you ten years ago. I loved you six years ago. I loved you in Boston, when you couldn’t seem to look at me even while I was inside you. ”
“It was because I still loved you, too, and I was afraid for you to see it.”
He nodded, understanding. “Let me see it now.” He cupped my cheek, tilting my head down so he could see my eyes better. “Can you do that for me?”
“Yes.”
Easily. Happily. Whatever he wanted, needed, anything.
I began sinking onto him, holding my breath as he slid in, little by little.
God, he felt so good and so big—stretching me in whole new ways.
This was both a reunion—a homecoming—and a new start.
My ring sparkled on my finger as I clutched Sully’s shoulder, trying to stay balanced even while reeling from an onslaught of sensations.
“Is it okay?” Sully checked. “Anything hurt? Anything worrying you?”
I managed a jerky shake of my head. “It’s—oh. Good, Sul.”
“Okay.” His body relaxed ever so slightly, but his fingertips still pressed into my hips, proof that he was as coiled and needy as I was on the inside. “Then breathe for me, Eleanor.”
Right.
Breathing was important.
I sucked in, letting air fill my lungs, and my body sank further onto Sully. He groaned, and I felt the vibration of it in my core, making me clench around him. “Fuck, baby,” he hissed. “You’re almost there. You’re doing so good taking me.”