28. Ella
28
ELLA
“T ake your clothes off,” I pant as I push us inside the cabin and slam the door shut behind us with my foot.
“Ella, I’m?—”
Ripping my shirt over my head, I drop it to the floor and unclasp my bra as Bodhi stares at me like he can’t believe this is happening.
“What?”
“What?” he repeats, almost dazed as he pulls his shirt off and throws it next to mine.
“You wanted to tell me something,” I murmur against his lips as I press my tits against his bare chest. His hands immediately going to my ass, he pulls us down the hall to the bedroom, the sheets still a tangled mess from this morning.
“I forgot.”
“You sure?” I tease as he rips open my jeans, his palms sliding under my panties to grip my backside.
“Yes. God dammit, how do you always smell so good?”
He kisses down my throat as he undresses me, his mouth hot and teasing as he moves over my skin, my nails digging into his shoulders as he leans down to lap at my nipple with his tongue.
I moan, not even caring how loud I’m being because it feels that good.
“Bodhi.” I squirm against him, needing and wanting more as he guides me back onto the bed, his body braced over mine.
“Are you sure?” The words are barely a whisper as he looks at me with a reverence that steals my breath—like he thinks I’m precious and he’s not sure he should be allowed to touch.
“Exceptionally,” I tell him, guiding his hand between my breasts and down my stomach, not stopping until his fingertips are soaked with my arousal.
He groans, stroking and teasing me, his thumb circling my clit as I writhe beneath him.
“Look at you,” he praises, the words making me buck my hips against his hand as I reach up to pinch my nipples, needing so much more with how worked up he’s made me. “You like that?”
“So much.”
“I want you to play with your tits while you ride me,” he murmurs, his fingers thrusting and curling inside me until I’m gasping and so close to coming I can barely breathe. “Will you do that for me?”
“Yes!” I scream as the visual pushes me over the edge, my back bowing off the bed, the pleasure so intense I’m whimpering and shaking by the time he pulls his hand from me.
“I love watching you get off.”
“I love you getting me off,” I pant and he chuckles, his lips hovering over mine when all I want is for him to devour me. “Please.”
“I like that too,” he says, licking into my mouth and pressing me into the mattress. The denim of his jeans is rough against my sensitive skin, the sensation driving me crazy as I touch every available inch of him.
Breaking the kiss, I gasp, his lips falling to my throat as he palms my breast and I whine, “It’s too much, please . I need you inside me. I need it so bad.”
His breath is hot against my skin as he pulls back and eases off the bed. He’s beautiful, his muscles rippling and flexing as he shucks his jeans and boxers, his hands trembling the slightest bit as he rolls down the condom.
My mouth is watering just looking at him, his eyes absolutely blazing as he crawls onto the bed next to me and rolls me on top of him.
He swallows hard, his swollen lips parting as his hands grip my hips, his fingertips digging into my flesh.
“Ride me, Ella; show me what heaven feels like.”
Reverence.
Adoration.
Desire.
The words have my breath leaving my lungs on a gasp as I sink down onto him, swiveling my hips as I adjust to him before pulling up and then sliding down again, taking more of him until he’s groaning and panting and I’ve taken all of him inside me.
“Baby, you gotta move, fuck. ”
“Like this?” I purr, dragging up before impaling myself on his length. When he doesn’t answer, I do it again.
And again.
“It’s too good,” he groans, rolling me under him and pinning my hands in one of his above my head. “I wasn’t going to last, and I’ll be damned if I finish before I feel your pussy tighten around my dick as you come all over me.”
“Sweet talker.”
“Hardly,” he grunts, pistoning into me. My legs lock around his waist, and I can feel my orgasm building.
Then he tilts his hips and I shatter, throwing my head back into the pillow as I scream his name, his movements frantic and brutal as he slams into me, chasing his own release.
It feels like a lifetime, as wave after wave crashes over me and then he’s coming too, his cock buried so deep inside me I gasp, but he just holds on, his face buried in the crook of my neck as he shudders and groans.
It’s better than I ever could have imagined.
“Heaven’s got nothing on you,” he murmurs, pressing a soft kiss to my pulse still hammering in my throat.
And that, ladies and gentlemen, is the moment I fell all the way in love with Bodhi Maxwell.
* * *
BODHI
Ella’s naked body is draped over me, her ear pressed to my heart as I draw lazy circles on her back. I can’t believe that just happened.
I’d cleaned us up after I caught my breath before pulling her tight against me and relishing in the way we just fit like this.
“I remember what I wanted to tell you.”
“Hmm?” she hums, snuggling tighter against me. “What’s that?”
“Thank you.”
She stills before picking her head up and looking at me with amusement. “You’re thanking me for sex?”
Rolling my lips inward, I try to school my expression. “No, I’m thanking you for being my first.”
“Your…” She blinks at me before pushing up on her elbow, and I can’t help the chuckle that escapes. “Do you mean your first in a cabin in North Carolina or your first ever?”
“Ever.”
“You’re”—pausing, she searches my face, and I let her, because in this moment I want her to see me because I have nothing to hide—“serious.”
“Yeah,” I confirm, and a slow, devilish smile spreads across those pretty pink lips I can’t get enough of.
“I’m allowed to gloat, right?”
“Is this the kind of thing one gloats over?”
“Being the only one to have you? It’s absolutely that kind of thing.” She presses a hard kiss to my lips, and unable to resist, I thread my fingers through her hair and deepen it, my tongue sweeping against hers until she gives me a contented sigh. “I might even get a shirt made.”
“You made it incredible,” I tell her, unable to stop the surge of emotion from filling my chest.
“Can I ask you something?”
“If it’s why I waited so long, then ask me tomorrow. I don’t want to ruin tonight.”
“You make me want to burn down the whole damn world for having stolen so much of the joy from your life.”
“Ask me something else,” I quietly beg, brushing a kiss against her knuckles before holding our joined hands against my heart.
“Have you put your mouth on another girl?”
“No.” I grin and she returns it.
“Has another girl put their mouth on you?”
“Yes.” This time when her lips turn down, I roll her under me and brace myself above her.
“You’re really good with your tongue, and I kind of hate the thought of another girl getting you off.”
“I’m really good at reading people,” I tell her, dipping my head to suck the sensitive skin behind her ear, “and I love tasting you—watching you react and every sinful noise you make.” I work my way down her throat. “It’s addicting.”
She moans, her back arching off the bed as I trace her collarbone with my tongue, the scent of sugar and chocolate and her intoxicating as she hooks her knee over my hip.
“You’re distracting me.”
“Am I?”
“Yes.” Sucking her nipple into my mouth, I grip her thigh and hold it tight against me, pinning her exactly where I want her as she whimpers and writhes across the sheets.
“It’s not enough to know my dick has only ever been inside your pussy?” I muse, trailing my palm across her belly and sliding my fingers through her wetness.
Heaven.
“Bodhi.”
“I wouldn’t worry, baby. You’ve already erased them from my mind—every kiss, every hand and tongue,” I tell her, sinking my fingers in her tight, hot center. “It’s just you.”
“Don’t stop.”
“Like this?” I curl my fingers, dragging them along the spot inside her that had her chanting my name last night.
“Yes.”
“I might never get enough, Ella, because I already want to be buried inside you again, feel you come apart as you fucking scream.”
Her orgasm is stunning, violent in the way her walls clamp around my fingers, my dick aching to be the lucky recipient of that intensity. She’s chanting incoherently, her tits heavy and round and begging to be touched as she fists the bedding like she’s grasping a lifeline.
And maybe she is.
I hope she is.
Because she just might be mine.