Chapter 7 #2
God damn. Nothing has ever gotten me hotter than this woman offering herself to me like this. “I can take control,” I promise her, my voice husky with barely contained need. “But I need you to tell me if there’s anything you don’t like.”
She nods eagerly. “I will, Jonah.” Then her smile turns soft. “I trust you.”
And I’ll be damned if those three words don’t make me even more crazy than her asking me to take her. Earning Ellie’s trust feels like an honor I haven’t yet begun to earn.
But I swear to God I’m going to.
I yank her t-shirt over her head, revealing a tank top similar to the one she was wearing the night at the bar. I hold my breath as I lift the hem, hoping…fuck yes, no bra underneath, just like before.
“I fucking love these little tank tops,” I moan before pressing hot kisses to the soft swell of her breast. “I love that you don’t wear anything underneath.”
She laughs, the sound breathless. “That just means my breasts are small enough to not need a real bra. Hardly anything to get excited about.”
I glare up at her. “I can show you exactly how excited these tits make me. My cock is ready to explode, Ellie.”
Her eyes widen. “But they’re—”
“Fucking perfect. The prettiest damn tits I’ve ever seen in my life.
” I can tell she doesn’t believe me, and that’s fucking unacceptable.
I wrap my fingers around the soft swell.
“Look at this, Ellie.” I wait until her eyes flick down to where I’m touching her.
“See how perfectly you fit in my hand? It drives me crazy. And this?” I flick my tongue over her nipple, never dropping her eye-contact, loving the soft gasp that leaves her mouth, the way her wide eyes darken with desire.
“You have the sexiest nipples. They’re so responsive to me.
” I pull the peak into my mouth, sucking hard on the tightened flesh, and her gasp turns to a moan.
“I could spend all night on these tits,” I mutter, more to myself than her, as I bring my mouth over to the other side.
“Oh, God,” she groans, her hands coming down to sift through my hair. “I think I’ll die if you do.”
I chuckle darkly. “Don’t worry, darlin’.
There’s much more of you I’m wanting to see.
” I give her nipple one last swipe of my tongue then start my descent down her body.
Her breaths come in sharper gasps when I kiss the spot below her ribs.
A whole-body shiver goes through her when I lick the curve of her waist. When my mouth reaches her belly, she pulls back a little, the noise she lets out halfway between a whimper and a giggle.
“My girl is ticklish?” I ask. “Good to know. I may have to use that later.”
Right now, though, I have a singular purpose, and I make it very clear when I reach for the button on her jeans.
“I’m going to have to buy you some skirts,” I murmur, pulling down the zipper.
“Your tight little jeans look amazing on these fucking long legs—not to mention your ass—but I’m going to want some easier access for next time. ”
“Who said there’s going to be a next time?
” she asks, a teasing challenge in her voice.
I know she’s messing with me, but that does little to stop the growl that rises up in my chest at the very idea I won’t be able to do this again.
The thought makes me feel more than a little desperate, and I rip the jeans from her legs with urgency.
I waste no time in tugging down her panties, smiling to myself at the pink cotton.
It suits her. I’m sure she’d look amazing in silks or lace, but these sweet, simple little panties seem perfect on her.
All thoughts of undergarments go out of my head when I nudge her knees apart, revealing the heaven between her thighs.
“Fuck, Ellie,” I groan, spreading her legs wider.
“You’re so goddamn pretty, darlin’.” She’s pink and soft and already wet for me and I can’t stop myself from leaning in to get a taste.
The sound she makes when my tongue touches her clit is almost enough to make me come in my damn jeans.
I want to feast on this perfect pussy, but I force myself to pull back. I haven’t forgotten what I told her I wanted to see.
“Show me,” I growl out.
“Show you what?” she whispers, staring up at me with wide, needy eyes.
“Show me what you do to yourself when you think of me.”
“I can’t do that.”
“Yes you fucking can.” I take her hand, bringing it to her center. “You said you didn’t want to have to think about what to do.” I take the tip of her pointer finger gently between two of my own and press it to the little bud of flesh at the top of her pussy. “Do you touch yourself right here?”
“God, yes,” she moans, her hips canting up, looking for more friction. I press her finger harder against her clit, then move it in a gentle rubbing motion.
“Do you get wet like this? When you’re by yourself?”
“No,” she says immediately. “I’ve only ever been wet like this with you.”
My entire body stills at that admission. She’s so honest, so vulnerable and raw, and I have the sudden insane urge to wrap this woman up within my own skin so I can carry her and keep her safe always.
And my cock is harder than I think it’s ever been.
“Show me,” I demand, sitting back on my heels and releasing her hand. “Show me what you do, Ellie.”
My eyes are glued to that dainty little finger, motionless exactly where I left it. You can do it, I silently urge her. Be brave for me.
She starts with a slow, gentle circle, and I groan at the sight.
The noise seems to give her the courage she needs, because her finger dips into the wetness further down before coming back to her clit.
“Good girl,” I mutter, half out of my mind with desire.
“Get that pretty clit nice and wet. It feels so much better when it’s slick, doesn’t it? ”
“Yes,” she moans, her circling becoming faster, her finger sliding over the flesh.
“Do you put your fingers inside?”
She shakes her head quickly. “No. I usually just…touch myself here.”
“Hmm. It sounds like you’re missing out.
” I slide two of my fingers into her tight wet heat and she gasps, her hips coming up off the bed.
“You should feel what I’m feeling—this pussy is so good from the inside, so hot and tight.
” Her hips pump up again, her finger falling away from her clit.
“No,” I bark out. “Keep touching yourself. You’re going to make yourself come on my fingers. ”
“Jonah!” she gasps.
“And then you’re going to come on my tongue,” I continue, thrusting at a steady, quick pace. “And then you’re going to come all over my dick.”
“Oh my God,” she cries out. Her finger is moving fast now, her hips rising up to meet my hand.
I can’t decide where to look—her gorgeous, flushed face or her heaving little tits or the perfect pussy wrapped so tight around my fingers.
Then I feel those inner muscles fluttering, tightening, and I know she’s close.
I add a third finger, thrusting even deeper, tilting the digits to rub against her upper wall, and she cries out, her cunt closing like a vice around me.
“Good fucking girl,” I groan, not sure if she can even hear me. Her eyes are clenched tight, her entire body rigid and straining as she finds her release. I can’t wait a second longer to get my mouth on her so I brush her finger away before she’s even finished and replace it with my tongue.
She cries out again, her hands going to my head.
She seems unable to decide if she wants to push me away or pull me closer.
Her release tastes so damn good and I lap at her like a starving man, my fingers still buried deep inside.
When I start to move them again, she moans so loudly I’m sure she can be heard from the street.
I don’t give a fuck—the whole world should know how good I make my girl feel, how thoroughly I own her.
She comes again around my fingers, flooding my tongue with her perfect taste, and I groan, pressing my hips into the mattress, fighting the urge to blow in my jeans.
A moment later she melts down into the bed, her body boneless and languid. I give her one last long lick, drawing another shudder, before pulling back. I have my shirt and jeans off and a condom on before she even manages to open her eyes.
“What are you doing?” she asks in a sleepy, satisfied voice as I lower myself to cover her.
“What I should have done the first time I had you in my arms,” I growl, nudging my hips between her thighs. I nip at her plump bottom lip, my cock hardening even more when she lets out a little whimper. “What I’ve been dreaming about doing ever since I first saw you sitting there in my bar.”
“Jonah.”
“I’m going to fuck you, Ellie. Right now. I’m finally going to feel that sweet little pussy of yours wrapped around my cock.” I bite her lower lip harder, relishing the sound of her moan. “You want that, don’t you?”
“Yes,” she whimpers, her hands coming up to wrap around my biceps. “I want you, Jonah. I want—oh fuck!”
Her words melt into a high-pitched squeal when I push my way inside her.
I have to bury my face in her neck, eyes squeezed tight against the onslaught of sensation.
She’s so fucking perfect wrapped around me, even better than I imagined.
I’m suddenly very thankful she already came twice, because I have a feeling this isn’t going to last as long as I’d like.
“Please move,” she sobs into my ear. “Jonah, you feel so good. So full inside me. Oh my God, please move.”
Well how the hell am I supposed to deny her when she asks so sweetly? I thrust my hips, hard, the last few inches of me sliding inside her. She gasps and I decide right then and there it’s going to be my mission in life to bring that noise from her lips as often as possible.
“You feel fucking incredible,” I grunt. “Don’t know if I can last inside this perfect cunt, Ellie, fuck. It’s too good.”
She tries to say something but the next rough slap of my hips into her has the words dissolving into a moan.
“Oh my God,” she finally manages. “I think I’m going to…God, Jonah. I’ve never…oh.”
I pull my face from her neck so I can look at her and it takes every ounce of my control not to explode at the sight of her face. Cheeks flushed, eyes glassy, perfect plump lips parted in a wordless cry. She’s the most beautiful thing to ever exist.
“You’ve never what, Ellie?” I ask, unable to slow the pumping of my hips.
“Come like this,” she gasps, her head tilting back, neck arching. “I’ve never…oh my God.”
“You’ve never come on a cock before? Is that what you’re trying to say?”
“Never!”
My whole body goes white hot. “You’re fucking going to now,” I growl, every single fiber of my being zeroing on that singular goal.
I’m pretty sure my entire purpose on this planet is to make her come.
My hips are moving faster, my thrusts deeper, desperate to get her there.
It’s like I can’t get deep enough inside her, can’t move fast enough.
I’m in complete and utter ecstasy but I just want more. More and more and more.
It will never be enough, I realize as I feel the tell-tale tightening of her pussy around me. It will never be enough with her. I’m always going to want more.
She clamps down on me, my name a sharp gasp on her lips, and there’s nothing I can do to keep from exploding, blissful waves of heat and pleasure throbbing through me until I’m a panting, breathless heap collapsed on top of her.
And through it all there’s only one thought in my head—this woman is mine.