Chapter Sixteen #2
I can’t help but chuckle as I climb onto the bed, reaching up to guide her as she positions herself over me. She shifts her body so she’s mounting me at an angle, her knees braced on either side of my thigh, taking complete control and giving her more room to move.
I reach up, my hands mapping every inch of her naked body before settling over the warm, firm curve of her belly. Slipping one hand lower, my fingers glide between her thighs.
She’s already soaked for me. The slick heat between her thighs is intoxicating, sweet, heavy musk that drives me absolutely out of my mind. I slip two fingers deep inside her pussy, working them in a steady upward rhythm that makes her tilt her hips down into my hand, loud moans escaping her lips.
“Goddamn, your pussy is practically sucking my fingers, greedy for me,” I growl up at her, watching the intoxicating look on her face as I work inside her. I pull my fingers out slowly, tracing her swollen lips with her own arousal. “So fucking wet and warm.”
“I am,” she breathes, her tone demanding as her hand slides down my chest, her nails biting lightly into my muscle, “and I’m done waiting.”
I bring my fingers to my lips and lick them clean with a low groan. “You taste so fucking good, baby.”
She lifts herself slightly, guiding the thick head of my cock right against her dripping entrance. Looking down at me, her eyes darken with absolute heat as she slowly lowers her hips.
I push up slightly to meet her, every muscle in my body straining with rigid control as she takes me in.
Slowly, deliberately, she thinks all the way down, burying my entire length deep inside her tight, wet center.
The feeling of her walls stretching around my dick draws a guttural roar from my chest. She’s so fucking tight, her inner walls clamping down on me like a vice, as she seats herself fully over my hips, her weight resting flush against me.
Ellis lets out a shaky gasp, her head falling back, her spine arching as her body shudders around me in wave after wave of intense sensation.
“Holy fuck, Brody,” she cries out, reaching back to grip my knee for leverage. “You feel… so big…so deep.”
“You fit me perfectly, Princess,” I growl, my hands gripping her hips to keep her steady for a few seconds, while I feel the pulsing of her muscles milking my cock.
She takes a ragged breath, then begins to move, rolling her hips back-and-forth, lifting herself up until only the head of my cock remains inside her before sliding all the way back down, taking every single inch right back to the root.
“Ahhh,” Ellis gasps, her eyes opening; her dark eyes lock on mine as she sets the pace, using her position to hit the exact angle she needs. “Yes! Just like that…right there, Brody.”
I stay anchored beneath her, my hands holding her waist securely to support her weight while keeping her steady, sensual counter-rhythm from below. Positioned over me like this, I get to watch every shift of her expression, every flush of her skin, every raw reaction to what we’re doing.
I reach out between our legs, my thumb finding her swollen clit. Every time she sinks down onto my cock, I circle that sensitive bundle of nerves, making her whole body shiver.
The sound of our fucking fills the room— the wet, explicit friction of our bodies moving together, the creak of the bed, my ragged breathing, and Ellis’s uninhibited moans going off the ceiling.
She’s not quiet, and she doesn’t hold back.
She owns her sexuality with the same authority she owns every other aspect of her life, calling my name, setting the tempo, taking exactly what she wants from me.
“Harder, Brody,” she gasps, leaning forward slightly to rest one hand on my chest, her skin glistening with a fine sheen of sweat. “Push up into me…don’t hold back…I’m not gonna break.”
“I’ve got you, baby, “ I rasp, my jaw clenched so hard my teeth ache as I lift my hips to meet one of her downward rolls. “I’m right there.”
We drive together with precision, my broad hands guiding her waist, entirely dedicated to her pleasure.
Every roll of her hips is deep, finding that exact spot inside her that will push her over the edge, along with every flick and circle of my thumb against her clit.
I can feel the anticipation building in her legs, the slow, shallow gasps of breath, the way her grip tightens my chest.
“Brody…oh God…fuck Brody, I’m going to—” she cries out, her voice cracking.
“Come for me, Princess,” I growl, pushing my hips up high to seat myself to the hilt, while my thumb strums her clit. “Take it all. Suck me dry.”
That’s all it takes.
Ellis shatters right on top of me.
Her pussy contracts around my dick in a series of violent spasms, her walls clamping down on me so hard it almost makes me black out. Her loud, breathy moans ring through the room, her whole frame trembling over mine as the intense wave of her orgasm crashes through her.
Watching her break from above, feeling her tight, wet pussy, milking my cock as she climaxes, breaks my restraint completely.
A primal groan tears from my throat as my own orgasm hits me like a freight train.
I thrust up one last time, burying myself as deep as physically possible and let go.
I pour myself into her in hot surges, my body stiffening, my heart hammering as I fill her up, giving her every drop of my body, love, devotion, and strength I possess.
We stay locked together as our orgasms fade, the room quieting, except for the heavy sound of our breathing.
I don’t pull out, and she doesn’t lift up right away. I place my hand over her heart, feeling it hammering against her chest, and I can still feel the faint rhythmic twitches of her in her walls around my cock.
“Brody,” she whispers after a few minutes, her voice satisfied, raspy, and completely relaxed.
“Yeah?”
She holds her hands out to me, and I take them in mine as I slowly help her shift off me, disengaging carefully so she doesn’t strain herself. Once she’s lying next to me, I reach over to grab tissues from the stand to wipe us up quickly before tossing them on the floor.
I roll onto my side, tucking us under the pillows and pulling the duvet over our shoulders, my hand settling protectively over her bump.
Ellis lets out a contented sigh, snuggling her head back beneath my chin, her hand coming up to cover mine on her stomach.
She still hasn’t responded, so I think she might have fallen asleep, until I hear, “The nursery,” she says so quietly I can barely make out what she’s saying. “It’s the most wonderful thing anyone has ever done for me.”
“This is just the beginning, Ellis,” I promise, pressing my lips firmly to the crown of her head, closing my eyes as I think about the pocket watch she gifted to me, bringing my mom and sister here to celebrate the baby shower, and the unmistakable peace that has settled over us. “This is our time.”
And I won’t let anyone or anything get in the way of that.