Chapter 25 #2
“What’s that for?”
“I don’t want Noah to come in here and see what I’m about to do to you.”
Her mouth parted.
“What…” There was a breathless quality to her wonder now. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I haven’t made up my mind, but you’re going to watch.”
Ellie followed me with wide, curious eyes as I shifted her floor-length bedroom mirror closer to the bed, taking a couple of tries to angle it properly.
“Oh.”
“Strip.”
One roughened word, and Ellie seemed to understand I was on edge, bristling with need, dangerously close to losing control. I’d stuffed it down all evening, through dinner and bath time and bedtime, but now…
She didn’t say a word as she unbuttoned her pyjama top, loosened the bottoms, and let both drop. Her chin lifted so courageously while I took my fill of her, from the hard, honeyed tips of her full tits and the swell of her hips. A gluttony of fucking magnificence.
I beckoned her closer. “Come here.”
Ellie padded into my arms, lifting on tiptoe without prompting, letting me steal her sanity with a fierce kiss, and maybe my sanity too. Her skin was warm as I cupped her hips and ass, kneading all that thick flesh until she purred into my mouth and I swiped between her thighs.
She jerked, tearing her lips from mine.
“Is that what you wanted?” I whispered, then growled at her needy little nod.
We shared breaths while I worked her over, tracing the seam of her, teasing from her entrance to her swollen clit. She was hot and wet and plump, the sound erotic and filthy when I plunged two fingers inside her.
“Jake,” she whined, rocking her hips and clutching at my shirt.
My cock swelled, imprisoned by my jeans, but I couldn’t think about anything except the clamp and quiver of her pretty cunt.
“That’s it, fuck my fingers. Get me all wet.”
Ellie keened low in the back of her throat, and I had a vague kind of thought about drowning out the sound with my cock instead. She was struggling to keep upright now, clinging to me, rocking restlessly as I shoved my fingers deeper and harder inside her, over and over, again and again.
“You make me so fucking hard,” I gritted out, overtaken by this pounding, desperate need as Ellie tightened and trembled, and came all over my hand.
She bucked and whined and gasped, like her body couldn’t settle on one reaction, and I held her through it, cupping her warm, wet cunt, mouthing kisses and dirty whispers against her hair.
By the end of it she shook, skin damp, wrung out, and gave me a dazed look like she wasn’t sure what day it was, let alone her name.
I dipped to suck one of her pebbled nipples, and pinched the other side until she cried out.
“Get on your hands and knees.”
Her throat shifted, but she climbed on the bed, crawling on slightly shaky hands and knees until—
“Stop,” I told her, catching sight of her reflection in the mirror. “Right there. That’s perfect. You’re perfect.”
Unlatching my belt, I shoved my jeans down to my thighs, too impatient to remove them fully right now. Too impatient to get undressed at all. I wasn’t sure how I still had the presence of mind to grab a condom, but I tore the wrapper open with my teeth and rolled it down my aching cock.
I shuffled to the edge of the bed and palmed Ellie’s thighs, my shaft bobbing between us while I bent forward to dust her shoulder with kisses and lick a stripe down her spine.
Then, emboldened, driven by a filthy, desperate need, I spread her cheeks and licked her ass.
Ellie jerked forward, shocked with surprise.
“I need you inside me,” she moaned, and I wanted to devour her, drive her out of her mind.
With one more teasing swipe, I positioned myself and clamped the bottom of my shirt between my teeth, clearing the way and giving me the perfect view of her pussy swallowing the entire length of my cock.
“Oh my god,” Ellie whimpered, and her head dropped.
A fiery kind of need soared inside as she stretched around me, and I gave in to the impulse, pounding into her with a ferocity that took us both by surprise.
“I want to feel your skin against mine,” she begged, and shrieked through one deep, firm thrust. “Please.”
It was an excruciating kind of bliss to stop now, but if I’d learned one thing this year, I’d do anything to make Ellie happy.
Anything.
My cock throbbed as I carefully pulled out to kick off my jeans and tear off my shirt. Naked at last, I climbed back on the bed, grabbed her hips and slammed inside her again.
Her back arched.
The sheets twisted beneath her hands.
“Look at yourself, baby.” A thrill skated through me when she did what she was told, and then again when her cunt clamped around my cock at the arousing sight. “Look at us.”
What a picture we made together.
Propped on her hands and knees with my cock buried inside her from behind, Ellie was a naked vision draped in moonlight. Her thighs were thick perfection, and I grabbed for the meat of it speckled with cellulite, right at the spot she’d once told me she hated the most.
“Love these thick thighs,” I murmured, watching my fingers dip into her flesh.
There was a small pouch of loose skin from pregnancy around her lower belly, and I touched that too. She lurched a bit, self-conscious, so I did it again, letting her see, letting her know there was nothing about her body that didn’t set me on fire.
Her breasts hung forward and I focused on that, the way they bounced and swung with every thrust.
“Fuuuuk,” I groaned, falling against her back, crowding in close, forcing Ellie to her elbows. It was deeper this way, our bodies pressed so tight, and I rocked my hips harder, letting loose a throaty moan with every loud smack.
Our gazes met in the mirror.
Our hands linked.
We lost ourselves in the eroticism of watching each other while I hammered against her ass, stretching her so fully, almost splitting her in half.
“What sexy lesson is this?” Ellie wondered around gasping breaths.
“It’s a lesson in how much I want you.”
Her moan was a delicious swipe through the air.
I lost it then, lost my senses to the hot, wet clench of her cunt, and the swell of her ass and the burn of her gaze devouring me in the mirror. I drove myself deeper, losing my pace too, brutish and desperate and completely untamed.
Ellie met me thrust for thrust, her grip tightening around my fingers as she whined and shattered and spiralled into an orgasm so powerful it triggered mine.
“Fuck. What are you doing to me?” I breathed out, clutching her closer as I jerked and shuddered, throbbing inside her, a shrill ringing in my ears.
We collapsed forward, breathless, and I somehow remembered not to smother her, tilting us onto our sides. I could still make out the reflection of our tangled lower halves, and I kissed Ellie’s shoulder as we slowly came down from the high.
Eventually, after we cleaned up and Ellie returned from the bathroom, we slipped under the covers naked, staring up at the ceiling side by side.
“That was…”
“Did I go too hard on you?” I asked.
“No, I really liked it. Actually, I loved it, in case it wasn’t obvious.” Ellie rolled onto her side, studying me long enough for two little lines to pop between her brows. “Are you okay?”
She smoothed a caress across my cheek, a softness I probably didn’t deserve after the rough handling I’d given her. I wasn’t okay, not entirely, but I snatched up her hand and pressed a couple of desperate kisses to her palm before placing it right back on my face.
“Never better.”