48. Ellie #3
I nodded and then dropped my hips, wanting nothing more than to get there, to have him as deep inside of me as was physically possible.
And then he was, and I felt so good and stretched and perfect, like my body was meant to hold his.
I stilled, maintaining possession of his bright gaze while I pulsed around him, and I watched his lips part, his tongue darting out to wet them.
Neither of us really seemed to know what to say, but words didn’t feel necessary, not when I could see the naked hunger in his expression or the smoldering want, the pure, uncomplicated love.
“So good,” he murmured, repeating himself as though unable to find new words.
But I couldn’t exactly blame him, considering all I could do was nod.
So good. So, so good.
“I think I’m going to move now.”
He swallowed. “I’m glad you warned me because I think your hot cunt stroking my cock might just destroy me.”
“In a good way?” I asked as I slowly slid up his length, watching his eyes flare, and then slammed back down, making us both cry out. My forehead dropped to his, eyes fluttering shut from the sheer force of pleasure.
I could feel Sully’s rough breaths hitting my lips as he confirmed, “Otherworldly good, Eleanor. Holy fuck.”
“Sawyer.”
I whined his name, unsure if I could physically handle the heat ricocheting inside me. I’d never experienced something quite so intoxicating, that made my veins feel drugged with pleasure and my head dazed with delight.
“I’m right here, baby,” he promised. His grip on both my hips tightened again, encouraging me, helping me to move. To rock over him, continuing the wave of heat as it coursed through me. “This is what you wanted that night, right?”
“Hm?”
“When we were here, and you were fucking yourself on your fingers for me.” His eyes darted to the side, where I’d sat that night when we watched The Princess Diaries. It felt so long ago now. “You wanted to crawl into my lap and ride me.”
A nod was all I could manage. “I did.”
“Then ride me, baby.” He gave my hip a little slap that made a moan roll out of me. “Take what you want.”
After brushing my lips over his, I straightened, bracing my hands on his shoulders.
And then I rode him, letting him fill me over and over again.
And when Sully couldn’t seem to take it anymore, he began tilting his hips, too, thrusting up to meet me.
The sounds of slapping skin fill the room, and fuck.
“Oh, God,” Sully groaned, giving another encouraging smack, this time on my ass, that sparked a new wave of heat. “Fuck yes, Eleanor. Watching you like this is—” He shook his head. “Unbelievable.”
He ducked his head then, his mouth meeting his hands as they both zeroed in on my breasts.
His large palms cupped me while his lips caught my nipple between them, causing me to cry out, overcome with a flood of Sully, of everything good in this world, and oh my God, I was going to come.
It felt too soon, but I was absolutely going to lose it.
I moved with renewed conviction, finding the angle that hit just perfectly—where I could feel him both deep inside me and also grinding against my clit.
It was magical and beautiful. Sully’s lips were dancing over me, breathing my name between leaving love bites on my skin, and now I was crying his.
His name was the only thing in my mind, and he was the only thing that mattered in existence as I came around him.
I rode a wave of pleasure that felt never-ending, a panting, shivering mess. His mess.
“Oh my God.” Sully flung himself back on the couch, unfazed by the way I was digging my nails into his shoulders.
He seemed to only care about catching a glimpse of my expression as I soared to heights I didn’t even know were possible.
“Oh, God yes, El. Squeeze my cock, just like that. Fuck, you’re so pretty when you come.
So fucking pretty. There is nothing on this Earth as pretty as you.
Nothing in the fucking galaxy. Jesus, I love you. I love you so goddamn much.”
“Sawyer,” I gasped when he was done rambling, and I was finally able to breathe again. I slumped against him, feeling boneless, and he ran a soothing hand down my back. “It’s—your turn. You, now.”
“Do you want more?” he asked in my ear, running his lips along the shell of it.
“I—” My breath caught, and I tried again. “Yes, I want more. I want—you. For you to…”
Sully seemed to understand what I was saying, holding me close and flipping me onto my back, stretching us across the length of the couch. He was still inside me, and I moaned when he thrust deeper, settling on top of me.
“You want me to take over, baby?” he asked, fucking into me—lazily, at first, and then harder.
Like he’d been unable to curb the urge to thrust. I wrapped my legs around his hips, bringing him deeper, and Sully grunted, dropping his head into the crook of my neck and muttering things I could only half understand, things that all revolved around me and how perfect I was.
And as I lost myself in Sully and the way he loved me, for the first time in so long, I believed it.