Chapter 32 #2
“Oh, yeah.” Alba nodded. “That’s fine. I’ve been meaning to find somewhere else for it to live.”
Ellie shifted her weight, her eyes landing on Alba for all of a second. Because if she really looked at her, she wasn’t entirely sure she’d behave.
Still, Tess carried on.
And on.
And on.
Ellie folded her arms, then unfolded them, her patience wearing thinner by the second as she forced herself to remain polite. “Sounds like he’s had a better evening than we have,” she muttered under her breath.
She caught the twitch of Alba’s lip and narrowed her eyes.
She’s enjoying every moment of this!
“—and I just think he prefers it when there’s someone around, you know? He’s very social.”
“Yes!” Ellie said, a little too quickly. “We’ve noticed.”
Alba shot her a look at that, but Ellie pressed her lips together, barely holding back a smile.
When Tess eventually started to gather her things, Ellie exhaled an inconspicuous breath. God, she’d never felt so tightly wound before.
“Well, I’ll leave you to it,” Tess said, still smiling and completely unaware of the tension she’d been standing in the middle of. “Text me if you need anything!”
“We will. And thanks again, Tess.”
Ellie walked her to the door with Alba and offered Tess a polite goodbye, aching for the moment when the door would close. And when it finally did, when the lock clicked into place, there was nothing more than silence.
Ellie didn’t even have time to turn around, because Alba was already there. Her hand caught Ellie’s wrist, pulling her back into the house before she could say a word; her other hand braced against Ellie’s hip as she pushed her towards the kitchen.
“Alba—” Whatever Ellie had been about to say disappeared the second Alba’s mouth found hers. Ellie responded just as quickly, gripping and pulling Alba closer as everything she’d been holding back all evening finally snapped. Ellie drew back, her pulse racing. “Jesus.”
Alba didn’t slow down, nor did she give her the chance to catch her breath.
She guided Ellie further into the kitchen until the edge of the kitchen island met her back, and then she turned Ellie and pressed her firmly to the marble.
Ellie bent forward, her hands gripping the counter.
Her breath caught when Alba moved in behind her, and everything narrowed.
Every sense and every thought…to this. To her.
“Tell me you’ve been thinking about this all night,” Alba whispered against Ellie’s ear. “Tell me you’ve been aching for my fingers inside you.”
Ellie swallowed, her head dipping as a moan escaped her. “I-I haven’t stopped.”
When Alba’s hand slid down her waist and towards her thigh, Ellie closed her eyes and let herself fall fully into it.
“Good.” She pressed her body against Ellie’s back and slid one hand up to cup Ellie’s breast. Ellie gasped, pushing back against Alba when she forced her bra down and tweaked a nipple, feeling the firm press of her thigh between her legs.
Ellie’s grip tightened on the counter, her knuckles white as Alba’s other hand dipped lower and slipped beneath her dress. She lifted it up around her hips and pushed Ellie’s underwear aside, easing two fingers between Ellie’s soaked lips and circling her clit.
“Alba, please…” A moan tore from Ellie’s throat. God, She’d been imagining this for hours, but the reality was so much better. Her pussy clenched around nothing, aching to be filled. “Fuck, please.”
“Please what?” Alba smirked against Ellie’s ear. “Tell me exactly what you want.”
Her fingers pressed harder against Ellie’s clit, rubbing in tight, firm circles that made Ellie’s eyes close. She was at risk of peaking far too soon here, but who could blame her? Alba Clifford was pressed against her back…teasing her way to exactly where Ellie needed her.
“I-I need you inside me,” Ellie panted. “Fuck me, Alba. Please.”
Without another word, Alba obliged. She thrust two fingers deep inside Ellie, angling them just right and making Ellie’s knees buckle. When Ellie cried out, her body trembling, Alba thrust in and out harder, driving her towards the edge.
Alba pinched and twisted Ellie’s nipple harder, that mix of pleasure and pain sending jolts straight through her. Ellie rocked back against her hand, chasing the building pressure, her walls squeezing Alba’s fingers.
“That’s it, babe.” Alba’s own breath grew ragged. “Come for me. Let me feel you.”
That command pushed Ellie over the edge, her orgasm violently crashing through her as she cried out Alba’s name. Those waves of pleasure pulsed through her, the ecstasy almost unbearable, leaving her limp against the counter and supported only by Alba’s body behind her.
Alba slowed her movements and drew out the aftershocks…then she added a third finger and stretched Ellie further. “We’re not done yet. I want to taste you. Turn around.”
Ellie’s heart pounded as she turned to face Alba, whimpering at the loss of her fingers. Alba dropped to her knees, taking Ellie’s underwear with her, those dark eyes looking back at her as she took her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Alba…”
“Do you have any idea how much I want you?” Alba’s mouth descended before Ellie could respond, her tongue lapping at Ellie’s dripping pussy. She drew back and moaned. “So fucking good.”
Ellie threaded her fingers through her hair, encouraging Alba closer again, her knees almost giving out when she sucked on Ellie’s clit.
“Y-yes! Oh, fuck. I-I’m close.” Ellie threw her head back, her moans spilling freely as her body came alive all over again.
Alba hummed against her, but the vibration only sent Ellie hurtling towards the edge again.
“Alba…oh shit. I’m gonna—” Another orgasm ripped through Ellie, her arousal flooding Alba’s mouth.
Alba drank her up, devouring every drop until Ellie was a quivering mess. “I-I need a minute.”
Alba rose, her lips glistening as she captured Ellie’s lips in a searing kiss. Ellie’s hands roamed, desperate to get Alba naked, but her head was spinning, and she could just about see straight.
“Hey.” Alba drew back with a smile, licking her lips. “I love you, you know.”
Breathless, Ellie laughed. “Really? I never would have known.”