Chapter 26
Chapter Twenty-Six
The cab hadn’t even fully stopped before Ellie was reaching for the door handle.
She wouldn’t say she was feeling a little feral right now, but she was damn close to it.
Just the briefest glance in Alba’s direction was causing issues for Ellie, and the ability to think straight had gone out of the window the moment they’d walked into that club.
“Ellie…” Alba laughed beside her, but there didn’t appear to be any real protest in it. If anything, there was the same urgency and the same charged anticipation that had been building since the dance floor.
“I know, I know,” Ellie murmured, already pushing the door open, barely waiting for the driver to confirm they’d arrived. “Sorry.”
Except she wasn’t sorry. Not in the slightest.
The cool night air hit her face as she stepped out onto the pavement, but it did nothing to calm the heat still coursing through her body. It only made everything feel even more real.
She turned back to see Alba stepping out behind her, and for a second, Ellie paused. Even after the entire evening, the wine and the dancing, the way Alba had held her…she still couldn’t quite believe this was happening. That Alba was here with her…wanting her.
“Come on,” Ellie said, her voice steadier than she felt as she reached for Alba’s hand.
She couldn’t wait, and she couldn’t give herself time to overthink any of this. Because she knew if she paused for too long, her brain would catch up with her body and start asking questions she didn’t want to answer right now.
Shouldn’t she be nervous? Shouldn’t this feel bigger and more overwhelming? It didn’t. None of it. It just felt right. That was the only way she could describe it.
By the time they’d reached the front door, Ellie’s pulse was racing all over again as she fumbled with her keys. She managed to get the door open, and the moment they stepped inside, the world outside disappeared.
She turned, her hand still wrapped around Alba’s, and pulled her in.
Their bodies pressed together in one swift movement as her lips found Alba’s without warning, the heat of what they felt surging between them.
Ellie’s hands roamed…mapping every inch of Alba.
Her waist, her back, pulling her impossibly close as Alba responded just as fiercely.
Ellie felt her everywhere. She felt the heat and the pressure, and the way her entire body ached for more in response. She’d never felt like this before. Not even close. And instead of the fear and doubt she’d imagined would consume her, there was nothing more than want. Overwhelming want.
Her hands moved over Alba, pushing her coat from her shoulders, her fingers fumbling as she tugged at the fabric, desperate to feel more of her and less of anything in the way.
Alba laughed against her mouth, breathless, as she helped shrug it off, her own hands already working at Ellie’s. “Impatient.”
Ellie pulled back and gazed at her, her lips already swollen from their kiss. “You have no idea.”
And then she kissed her again, harder this time. Her back hit the wall as Alba pressed into her, but it only urged Ellie on. She didn’t care about this happening in the hallway, or the coats half falling to the floor. Her focus was solely on Alba and the way she felt against her.
Her fingers slipped beneath Alba’s dress as she hiked it up around her waist, that warm, soft skin meeting her palms. “U-upstairs.”
If they stayed here, Ellie wasn’t sure she’d make it any further. Tonight, she needed to know that Alba Clifford had been in her bed. She needed that connection…that memory.
Alba nodded, her lips still brushing against Ellie’s, stealing one more kiss, and then another, before finally letting her guide them forward.
Ellie didn’t once let go of her; her hand locked with Alba’s as they moved through the house and up the stairs, her heart pounding harder with every step.
It wasn’t from nerves or uncertainty. It was pure anticipation.
That sheer, undeniable pull of what was about to happen and the realisation that she wanted it.
More than she’d ever wanted anything in her life.
They reached the bedroom door, and Ellie pushed it open, turning back to Alba with a breathless, almost disbelieving smile. “Y-you want this, right? You…want me?”
Alba took her bottom lip between her teeth and pushed Ellie backwards. “Believe me, you’re about to find out just how much I want you, Ellie.”
Ellie swallowed, her breath catching as Alba’s thumb brushed over her lower lip.
It was such a simple touch, but it ignited something fierce inside her, a spark that spread like wildfire through her veins.
She nodded, words failing her, and tugged Alba fully into the room, kicking the door shut behind them.
Alba leaned in, capturing Ellie’s mouth in a kiss that was far slower and deeper this time, as though she was savouring every second.
Ellie melted into it, her hands gliding up Alba’s arms and gripping her shoulders, the taste of her sending Ellie’s head into a spin.
She parted her lips as Alba’s tongue slipped past them, a soft moan escaping her as their bodies aligned.
They stumbled towards the bed, barely breaking apart, until the backs of Ellie’s knees hit the mattress.
She sank down onto it, pulling Alba with her, and suddenly Alba was above her, straddling her thighs as she hovered, her hands braced on either side of Ellie’s head.
Ellie looked up at her, her chest rising and falling rapidly, and felt a rush of vulnerability mixed with desire.
While she’d never been with another woman before, Ellie knew she was ready.
“Ellie,” Alba whispered as her fingers trailed down Ellie’s neck and over her collarbone, sending goosebumps skittering across her skin. “Tell me what you want.”
Ellie’s words tumbled out in a breathless rush. “You. I-I want you to touch me.”
Alba smiled as she sat back and urged Ellie to sit up.
Her hands moved to the hem of Ellie’s dress and tugged it up slowly, likely giving Ellie the time to stop if she wanted to.
But Ellie arched her back, helping to lift it over her head, exposing her bra and the flush she knew was creeping over her chest.
“Beautiful,” Alba breathed, her lips brushing Ellie’s jaw, then her throat, as she unclasped Ellie’s bra with ease.
Ellie gasped as it fell away, her nipples taut under Alba’s attention.
Alba kissed a path down her sternum, and then she took a nipple between her lips, sucking gently at first, then harder.
Ellie cried out as her hands fisted in the sheets, the sensation of Alba’s tongue different from anything she’d felt before.
It felt more intimate, more…electric. She arched against Alba’s mouth, begging for more without words, and as Alba switched to her other nipple, lavishing it with the same attention, her hand slid down Ellie’s side and hooked into the waistband of her underwear.
Alba pulled back to meet Ellie’s eyes. “Can I?”
“God, I wish you would.”
Alba peeled her underwear away, leaving Ellie bare and exposed on the bed.
She felt a moment of self-consciousness, her thighs pressing together instinctively, but Alba’s hands were there, gently parting them as she settled between her legs.
The weight of her, the heat of her body…
Ellie was sure she was going to lose her mind.
Alba kissed her inner thigh, inching higher until her breath ghosted over Ellie’s pussy.
She whimpered and lifted her hips, aching for contact when Alba moaned against her skin.
“Relax. I’ve got you.” And then her mouth was on Ellie, her lips wrapping around her clit as her tongue darted out to taste her.
Ellie gasped, her back bowing off the bed as pleasure rushed through her.
“O-oh, fuck!”
Alba licked slowly, exploring every inch as she circled her clit, only to teasingly dip lower, gathering the wetness that was already slick against Ellie’s thighs. It was intense and overwhelming, but the tip of Alba’s tongue was driving her wild.
Ellie threaded her fingers through Alba’s hair, holding on as her body trembled. “Fuck, Alba. T-that feels…” Lost in the sensation as Alba sucked her clit into her mouth, her hips rocked against Alba’s face, chasing the building pressure.
And then Alba eased inside her, almost sending Ellie off the bed.
She moaned when her walls clenched, fully aware that it was too much yet not enough.
Between the relentless rhythm of her tongue and the second finger she’d just added…
stretching Ellie further, she knew she wasn’t going to last much longer.
Ellie’s breaths came in short, desperate pants, her body coiling tighter with every lick of Alba’s tongue and every thrust of her fingers. She’d never been tasted like this, and she’d never felt so utterly consumed. “Alba, I-I…I’m close.”
“I know. I can feel you.” Alba increased her pace, pinning Ellie to the bed as she devoured her, sucking her swollen clit a little harder. “You’re so tight for me.”
Oh, shit!
Ellie shattered with a cry, her orgasm rushing over her with an intensity that made her thighs quake as she came hard.
She rode it out, gasping and shuddering, until the aftershocks faded and Alba pulled back, her lips glistening as she crawled up and kissed Ellie.
The taste of herself on Alba’s tongue was shocking and intimate, but it only made the heat low in her belly stir again.
“You, Ellie Hamilton…” Alba crawled up the bed and gazed down at her. “Are the sweetest woman I’ve ever had the pleasure of tasting.”
“I-I…” Ellie flared her nostrils as she caught her breath, her arms wrapped around Alba’s neck as she pulled her closer. “God, that was something else.”
For the first time in what felt like forever, Ellie felt bold and ready to explore in return. But for now, she would hold Alba, savouring the connection that had only just begun.