Chapter Fifteen #2
She gasped when they fell onto the bed. It was dark in his room, the only light distant spills from outside through the window.
He didn’t stop kissing her as he stretched out beside her.
Her hand landed on his hip, spreading across his damp skin.
Her thumb brushed wiry hair. And against her stomach was the firm, throbbing thrust of him.
As she gasped, his tongue slipped against her lips.
He tasted so good. Like sugar and salt. And the soapy scent of him overwhelmed her senses.
Abruptly, she was aware of cool air swirling against her skin.
Somehow he’d unbuttoned her shirt. Ellie stretched, screaming with want, as his hand pushed her shirt open and found her breast. Oh God.
Her breasts were swollen and hurting, her nipples hard.
The feel of his fingers circling her nipple made her slick and the ache was unbearable.
“I’ve been dreaming about this,” he sighed, as he broke the kiss to stare down at her.
In the barest light, his eyes were darker than night.
They dropped to her chest. Her old chemise was threadbare and hid nothing.
Her nipples pushed through the fragile cotton.
“Beautiful,” he breathed. His fingers ran circles around her pouting breasts, and she heard his breath become labored.
She whimpered as he untied her chemise, peeling it back, to set her free. She arched her back.
She’d never imagined anything like this. She was beyond thought as his mouth lowered to her nipple, the hot suction lifting her off the bed and making her moan.
“Yes?” he asked, lifting his head.
“Oh God, don’t stop!”
He laughed. “Your wish is my command.”
Time was suspended. Ellie let herself sink into the magic of it.
Her hands roamed his body as his mouth drove her wild.
Her clothes peeled away, falling to the floor, and then there was the heaven of skin on skin.
Ellie shivered as his hand ran up her inner thigh, all the way.
She spread her legs and his fingers slipped across her, feather light, then deeper.
The feelings that spread through her body were indescribable.
There was a hot, melting, pulsating feeling that pushed outwards like a slow-moving wave right to the tips of her fingers and toes.
And right in the center of her, where his fingers were, she felt a slippery molten ache, like she was turning into lava.
It was a pleasant hurting feeling. And she wanted more.
“Ellie,” he breathed.
“ Yes. ” Her hand found the length of him.
He was hot and silky smooth. When she wrapped her hand around him, he groaned and his fingers dipped deeper into her.
Her body had a mind of its own; her hips rocked against his fingers, the pressure and slide setting off a catherine wheel of sensation in the core of her.
“Ellie.”
“Hush!” She didn’t want to think.
“Can I…?”
“Yes! Anything !”
He kissed her again, as his fingers teased her. Then he pulled away. She groaned. And then, oh God, oh then she felt the hot smooth press of him between her legs. And then he was sliding into her.
“You feel so good,” he breathed.
Ellie wrapped her legs around him as he slid deeper. She clenched. It was a stretching, pinching, full feeling that made her arch her back in sheer pleasure. His hands reached under her, cupping her buttocks and lifting her towards him. He went so deep. The friction was cataclysmic.
“Beau!”
“Yes, honey.” His voice was rougher, huskier, warmer than she’d ever heard it. It made her shiver with its languid promise.
Yes. His slow thrusts gathered in tempo, his hands squeezing her ass as he took her.
Ellie pulled him down to kiss her. His tongue slid into her as he thrust. Shivery sparkly feelings, like sparks swirling from a fire, gusted through her.
Yes. She dug her fingernails into his back and locked her legs tighter around him.
He was groaning into her kiss as his tempo increased.
Ellie shuddered. Oh, oh, there was a delicious pressure building.
Hot, sparkly, liquid. It was the sound of him that sent her flying in the end.
The weak, hungry gasp of her name as he sank into her.
She came, loudly, mindlessly, completely.
Afterwards, she lay stunned in his arms, unable to think, let alone speak. For once her imagination fell completely short. Nothing she could imagine could compare to this, being here in the darkness with him, after that.
Ellie didn’t even know how to begin to think about what had just happened.
Beau wrapped them both in the quilt, cocooning her in his arms against the evening chill. “I should have brought some coals into the grate here and warmed the room,” he apologized, pushing her hair off her face and pressing a kiss to her damp skin.
Ellie hadn’t even noticed the cold. She’d been insensible to everything except him and the things he’d made her feel.
But now she realized his room was frigid, the windowpanes frosty.
His body was still warm from the bath, and from their exertions, and she was keenly aware of every single inch of him against her naked skin.
His chest hair was silky-scratchy against her breasts, his thigh was between hers, pressing against her slick and aching center.
“I hope I didn’t hurt you,” he murmured. He’d lowered his cheek to the crown of her head and his fingers were lazily combing the tangles out of her tousled hair.
No. He hadn’t hurt her.
Tears flooded Ellie’s eyes. She’d done the hurting all herself.
Oh God. What had she done? She’d just lost her virginity to her best friend’s fiancé.
Diana, she thought sickly. How on earth could she tell Diana?
But how could she not ?
Ellie felt a wild howling grief as she realized that Diana would never, ever forgive her for this. And she would never forgive herself.