Chapter 21
Twenty-One
JOSEPHINE
The alarm goes off when the light in my bedroom is still blue and hazy. Behind me, Ellis grumbles indistinctly, and the arm wrapped around me tightens, stopping me from reaching over to turn off the chiming noise.
“Don’t shut it off. I’ll go back to sleep,” his mumbled words are barely audible through the pillow.
We’re still naked, and the insides of my thighs are sticky with his cum. Yesterday, we lay together in the meadow, talking, until the sky started to darken and we walked hand in hand back to the chateau. Ellis only released me when we came within view of the kitchen windows, but not before dragging me behind a garden wall and silencing my giggles with a kiss that made me hot and restless all over again.
We haven’t stopped to discuss the specifics of our new relationship status. While I’m pretty tired of the sneaking around, keeping it from Zoe seems like the right thing to do, at least for now. We’re making progress, but there are so many questions for me left unanswered and fears left untouched. This feels new and fragile, and I’m still not convinced it won’t all go to hell before we go home .
Ellis crept back into my room after bedtime. We had sex twice, him coming inside me each time, before finally falling asleep. When I woke up, I half expected him to be gone, but he’s still here holding me.
I smile into my arm as the alarm chimes louder and, with obvious reluctance, Ellis releases me to reach over and turn it off himself. With a quiet groan, he leans back into the pillows, scrubbing his hands over his face. “ Merde , I’m exhausted.”
“Should I send you to bed early tonight?” I tease, sleepily tracing the dusting of light hair on his chest.
I feel rather than hear Ellis’s answering chuckle. “God, no . ”
Rolling over, I check my phone, and smile when I see he’s set the alarm an hour before Zoe’s usual wake up time.
We have time. Not a lot, but enough.
My hand drifts down his abdomen, finding his softened cock easily. Ellis blows out a rocky breath when I sit up, watching myself stroke him. My clit throbs as he grows hard and long under my touch. A bead of pre-cum appears at his tip and I don’t hesitate to lean forward and lick it away.
We’ve been sleeping together for almost two months now, and I’ve only sucked his cock a handful of times. I’ve learned that Ellis is far more interested in giving me pleasure than taking any of his own, but that makes me all the more determined.
Sure enough, his hands weave through my hair, pulling me up just as I’ve wrapped my lips around him. “I want to,” I plead, panting. Ellis relents, his hold on my hair relaxing, and lets out a low curse as I take him in my mouth eagerly.
“I want to come in your pussy. You have one minute,” he warns, voice strained.
Challenge accepted.
Using the saliva that’s dripped down, I fist his base, stroking what I can’t fit in my mouth.
Ellis must guess what I’m up to, though, because my head is yanked up again seconds later, forcing me to meet a pair of heavily lidded blue eyes. “Sit on my face, and you can keep sucking me. How’s that?”
Even after all we’ve done and all the times he’s had his face between my legs, it’s a whole other level to sling my leg over Ellis’s face hovering over him with his cock inches from my lips.
I’m so sensitive and sore from last night, and the teasing blow of air against my clit makes me gasp.
“I said sit, Josephine,” he growls, and the hands on my thighs drag me down, sealing my sex against his mouth. His hold on me is firm, and even if I wanted to, I couldn’t move.
His long, thick cock is right in my face, but I’ve barely gotten it together to wrap my lips around his head when the overwhelming sensations between my legs make me cry out. Ellis is fucking me with his tongue, probing my opening with teasing licks and searching, hungry thrusts while he holds me firmly in place. Even if I’m on top, I’m completely at his mercy.
It’s the mirror above my dresser, which is tilted at exactly the right angle to show a complete view of the erotic act being committed in the center of my mattress. Heat floods my core as I see the way Ellis’s fingers dig into my thighs, only his mussed hair visible.
I watch myself come, my smaller, softer body convulsing atop his larger, harder one, so far gone I can barely keep my eyes open.
Nearly the moment I’ve recovered, I scramble off him and turn, slinging a leg over his hips. Ellis watches, his jaw strained, as I lower myself onto his cock. I’m still tender and swollen from the rough sex we had yesterday, but the edge of pain somehow heightens the pleasure as I ride him.
“Look,” I murmur, nodding to the mirror .
Ellis’s eyes flash when he realizes, and his breathing changes as he watches us, growing heavier.
“Jesus. Mon amour ,” he mutters, eyes still locked on the mirror, watching the slow roll of my hips. “ Yes —just like that. Use my cock.”
I moan, grinding my oversensitive, swollen clit against the wiry hair at his base. The friction is perfect, and I’m just beginning to chase my orgasm, when an unexpected pressure against my other hole makes me suck in a startled breath.
“Relax for me,” Ellis coos, using my arousal as lube as he presses a single fingertip into my ass. “That’s a good girl. Do you like it?”
My eyelids flutter. I think so? The foreign intrusion is strange and almost violating. I fall forward, my forehead pressed to his as he wraps his free arm around my lower back, keeping him in place as he fucks my pussy from below and the single finger on my ass probes deeper, circling and stretching my entrance.
“Words, Josephine,” Ellis reminds me, his voice a dangerous, low purr in my ear.
I’m going to come so hard. My muscles are coiled tight, ready for the fall, and it’s only the knowledge that Ellis will absolutely stop if I don’t answer that makes me open my mouth. “I like it,” I whimper, shamelessly arching into his touch. “I like it so much, Daddy.”
“I know you do.” He chuckles, and the addition of a second finger makes me explode, gasping and bucking as pleasure courses through every nerve in my body.
Ellis keeps up the pace he’s set until I’ve calmed down, collapsing into his chest, sticky and weak. Even though I’m pretty sure another orgasm would finish me off, I moan in protest when he pulls his fingers from my ass.
He fumbles blindly for the drawer of the bedside table, yanking it open. I know what he’s looking for, and my walls clench on his cock when I see the long, slim vibrator.
“We’ll take this nice and slow. Lay on top of me just like this and try to relax.”
I tremble, turned on, and worried at the same time. “What are you going to do?”
A low, buzz fills the quiet room as he turns on the vibrator. Ellis doesn’t reply at first, drawing the device over the place where we’re connected, gathering the slickness of my orgasm. “I’m going to put this in your naughty little ass, and you’re going to bounce up and down on my cock like a good girl. It will make both of us feel good.”
The tip of the toy finds my entrance, circling slowly.
“Ellis,” I breathe out, the vibrations traveling through my pelvis, making my pussy clench around him.
He groans in approval, dragging my lips to his and kissing me hungrily. “Deep breath.” He swallows my gasp as the vibrator presses past the ring of resistance, slipping smoothly inside me.
I come instantly.
One moment I’m focused on the brand new sensation of being filled in two places at once. The next, I’m being swallowed whole by an orgasm that’s almost painful in its intensity. It’s everywhere, swelling through my whole body, and Ellis has to swallow my scream with a frenzied kiss.
“That was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” he growls against my lips, fucking me steadily from below as I come down from the high, panting and trembling. The arm he has wrapped around my waist tightens. “Tell me whose cunt this is.”
“Yours, Daddy,” I moan, listening to the sloppy, wet noises of his thick cock pumping in and out of me.
“And this ass?” The vibrator presses deeper, the intensity notching higher. Ellis groans into our kiss, his pace stuttering. He’s overwhelming me with sensations, but I’m not the only one being affected by them.
I whimper. “Yours, Daddy.”
This is the right answer, because a moment later, the arm on my waist loosens. I know what he wants. Pressing my hands to his chest, I sit up, my lips parting in surprise at how full I am.
Our eyes meet as I start to move over him, fucking myself on his cock and the vibrator at once. “Is it good for you, too?” I breathe.
Ellis makes a noise somewhere between a laugh and a groan. “It’s incredible. God, look at you.” His jaw strains, watching my small breasts bounce with each rise and fall of my body over his. “Ride me. That’s it. Ah, merde , just like that—” My thighs are burning and my pussy is throbbing and so oversensitive it’s painful, but I still don’t want this to end.
I don’t want this to end.
I don’t want to say goodbye to him. Ever . How could I go out and date, knowing that there’s a man walking around somewhere else who makes me feel strong and sexy and adored, a man who gives me room to grow while supporting me all the while? Despite my best intentions, I’ve tumbled head first into wanting Ellis Delvaux for the rest of my life.
“Come inside me,” I plead, praying he doesn’t notice the sheen of tears in my eyes. “Please, Daddy. Please ?—”
Ellis’s free hand clamps down on my hip, holding me down and sealing my body against his as his cock twitches inside me. I’m still not used to the sensation of the wet heat from his release coating the deepest part of me. It’s not something I would have expected to like, but suddenly, locating a clinic where I can get a birth control prescription has gone straight to the top of my priority list because I want to feel this every time.
I fall forward over him, and Ellis drags the vibrator slowly from my ass. A dull thud beside the bed tells me what he did with it, and I smile into his damp skin as his arms curl around me.
“You’re incredible.” He groans, kissing my neck.
The burning behind my eyes has thankfully faded away, but I still keep my face buried in his neck, letting my breathing slow as his cock softens inside me and Ellis strokes up and down my spine.
How is this moment more intimate than what we just did?
“What are you thinking about?” he murmurs, kissing my temple, and I lift my head to see him.
My heart stalls. Will I ever get over how handsome he is? “I’m excited to go to Paris.”
Ellis’s expression is soft as he brushes the hair back from my face with a tenderness that makes me ache. I never imagined that falling for someone would be like this, intense and scary and all-consuming. Already I’m so close to loving this man, the faintest breeze could blow me over the edge. Two days alone with him in the most romantic city in the world would certainly do the trick.
Our lips meet and we kiss slowly, as though we’re trying to savor this moment for as long as we can.
“God, mon amour ,” he whispers as we break apart. “I’ve never felt this way before. I didn’t even know it was possible. All my life, I’ve thought the poets were just being dramatic.” A reluctant little giggle escapes my lips and I lift off him, falling to the mattress at his side. Ellis reaches over me to check the time on my phone and groans. “Zoe will be up soon.”
He steals one last kiss before pulling away from me and swinging his legs over the side of the bed. “I can take her down and do breakfast, if you want,” I tell him, stretching luxuriously over the crumpled sheets. There’s an ache between my legs that will probably get much worse after we make it to our hotel tonight, but I’m beaming at the prospect .
Ellis smiles at me gratefully. “That would be helpful, actually. I need to tie up a few minor projects in the library before we leave.” He pulls his briefs back on and turns in search of his sweatpants. When he finds them, though, he makes no move to put them on. Peering over at me, he frowns. “Are you offering as my girlfriend, or as my nanny?”
“Oh, definitely girlfriend,” I reply airily. “Your nanny is off this weekend.”
He grins as he dresses quickly, but pauses on his way out the balcony door to kiss me one more time. “Thank you.”
“For the world class sex?” I tease, twining my arms loosely up around his neck.
Ellis chuckles, but shakes his head. “Thank you for being you, mon amour .”
He leaves, and I take a few more minutes to lie there, wondering at the brand new sense of fullness in my heart. For the first time since we got here, I’m allowing myself to hope.