Chapter Twenty-Three
DREW
Ineeded this kiss.
I needed to show Ellie how beautiful she was inside and out.
I needed her pressed to me, skin-to-skin, until we didn’t know where either of us began or ended.
Her moan vibrated into my mouth as I lifted her and laid her gently on the bed. She made a disgruntled sound when I pulled back, but it stopped as my hands traced over her hips. The black lace underwear deserved a moment of appreciation before being stripped off with her pants.
For a second, I stared at her pussy. Glistening. Perfect.
Mine.
She frowned, her voice quiet. “I should have trimmed more. It’s—”
“Perfect.” My voice came out harsher than I meant, but I wasn’t letting her hide from me or find fault in herself. I meant it, she was perfect for me in every way.
Her eyes, while still on me, took on a slightly far-off look. Knowing Ellie, she was getting all up in her head. I needed to stop her before she started thinking I didn’t want her again.
I slid between her thighs, her heat encompassing me before I’d even touched her. Ellie’s breath caught, and she gave a sharp cry as my tongue swept from her entrance to her clit.
I swirled my tongue around the small bud before sucking it into my mouth. Ellie trembled, thighs clamped around my head. If I had to choose my way to go, suffocating while eating out Ellie was number one on my list.
I pressed my forearm across her belly, just enough to keep her open for me, but not enough to stop her from writhing and crying out in ecstasy. Every broken sound she gave made my cock pulse harder against the wet seam of my pants.
It didn’t matter that I was leaking, straining, aching to be inside her. Ellie’s pleasure came first.
Always.
I rimmed my finger around the opening and eased it slowly inside. Her heat gripped me like a fist. She clenched harder when I added another finger, my strokes slow at first, then deeper to touch that rough patch of skin that had her hips lifting off the mattress.
She was so fucking sexy.
And I wanted so badly to be inside her.
“Please,” she begged.
“Please what, buttercup?”
Her moan dissolved into a cry as I quickened the pace, my tongue and fingers working together until her words were breathy. “That. Faster. Yes!”
“You like that?” I asked, watching the way her body arched, the way she squeezed around me like she’d wring me dry if I let her. All I could imagine was burying myself into her, driving hard until she screamed my name.
Just as she found the rhythm of my hand, I slowed down and pulled them out so I could look at her. Frustration twisted her expression until she groaned and yanked at my hair.
I laughed.
“You’re not funny,” she grumbled, then gasped as I teased her g-spot again, relentless in my pursuit to bring her pleasure. Her head pressed back into the pillow, heels digging into my back, her stomach tight under my arm.
I prayed she’d leave bruises so I’d have the visible reminder of tonight.
“Do you want to come?” I asked then blew lightly on her clit before circling it with my tongue again.
“Yes, yes! I’m so close.” Her voice was a wrecked whisper.
I doubled down, licking and sucking, pumping my tongue into her until her whole body bowed. Her cry rang out and fingers gripped my hair so hard tears stung my eyes. Yet I didn’t stop until the last tremor rolled through her and she collapsed against the sheets.
“You. I. Wow,” Ellie whispered. “I thought people were kidding when they said they saw stars.”
I gave her clit one last flick, grinning when she shuddered, and sat back, my fingers dripping with her release.
“You’re so fucking beautiful spread out like this.
Taking my hand the way you’re about to take my cock.
” I licked my fingers, savoring her. “And you taste so damn good. I don’t know if I should eat you out again or fuck you until you can’t walk. ”
Ellie’s breath caught and her teeth sunk into her lower lip. I filed the reaction away. She liked dirty talk. Good. I’d give her every filthy word she craved.
“Please,” she whispered. “Don’t make me wait any longer.”
Her eyes flicked to the soaked crotch of my pants, and her smile turned wicked. “Seeing you like that—wet from me, your cock straining against the fabric is such a turn-on. I love knowing I do that to you.”
Christ.
She had no idea what she was doing to me. I considered edging her, although the steady leak from my tip told me I wouldn’t last. I needed to be inside her beautiful body now.
I shoved my pants and boxers off, fumbling in the nightstand drawer for condoms, grabbing one and tossing a few on the nightstand for later.
My cock strained as I rolled one on, but Ellie wasn’t watching my hands.
She was taking in all of me. Slowly, she pushed herself up to the head of the bed, her gaze never wavering.
“Can you unbutton it slowly?” she asked.
I looked down at the only piece of clothing I still wore. My shirt. “You want a striptease?” I’d never had a woman make this request of me and it was fucking hot.
“Yes.” She flicked her nipples with a teasing smile on her face, her pupils dark. “You’re like my personal Thunder from Down Under. And I’ve always wanted front row seats.”
Fuck me.
I forced myself to take my time with each button, even though every muscle in my body screamed to rip it off.
With each inch of skin revealed, her breathing quickened, and her thighs shifted restlessly.
By the time I shrugged the shirt off my shoulders, her hand was between her legs, circling her clit.
“Not without me,” I growled, catching her wrist. She pouted, a bratty frown that made my cock jerk. I kissed her palm, then dragged my tongue up her finger sucking the tip into my mouth until she shivered.
Her gaze burned into me.
“Are we still on the same page?” I asked, even though I already knew the answer.
Her scowl was pure heat. “I said yes already.”
I kissed her again, softer this time, imagining she was tasting herself only made me hotter. “And I’ll keep asking.”
I set her arm down and slid on top of her body, loving how her thighs instantly parted, cradling me. Her enthusiastic consent was important, and even if it irritated her, I’d ask as often as I needed.
I hiked up her thighs, drawing us closer, allowing the tip of my cock to nudge her entrance, teasing us both.
She angled her hips, and I slid my tip in. We both groaned in unison.
I gave her just a little more, clenching my jaw against the need to slam home. She whined my name, and the sound wrecked me. Her heels shifted from my back to my ass, and she pulled me deeper until I was halfway inside. Sweat trickled down my spine.
“Fuuuuuuuuck,” I said, every muscle straining to hold back.
She felt so good wrapped around me.
I’d waited my whole life for this moment and this connection I felt with her.
Ellie’s hips rolled at the exact moment my control snapped, and I thrust the rest of the way in, bottoming out.
Her arms wrapped around my shoulders, her nails biting, her head thrown back on a moan. “Yes! This!”
I ground deep, kneading the flesh of her ass, my forehead pressed to hers, then leaned back enough to see us joined together.
Watching my dick disappear into her silky warmth undid me.
“Watching your pussy take me—fuck—it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen.
” I tipped her chin up. “Tell me what you feel.”
Ellie glanced down, her cheeks pink. “I like it,” she whispered.
“What do you like about it?”
For a second, I thought she might not answer. “It overwhelms my senses in the best way. Every thrust. Seeing it makes me feel … more. Like my body is tuned to you.”
My hips pistoned faster, spurred by her words, our bodies colliding with wet, heavy slaps.
She arched, crying out. “Right there. Don’t stop.”
I tilted her hips, gripped her ass, and hit that spot again and again. Her tits bounced with every thrust and I sucked a nipple into my mouth, then the other.
Her legs locked tighter, her nails dragging across my back. “So close!”
I lifted my head. “What do you need?”
Her gaze snapped to mine, her eyes filled with lust and something bordering on more. “Kiss me.”
I crushed my mouth to hers, swallowing her moans as her body clamped down on me. Sparks detonated beneath my skin. She cried out my name, and I lost it, grinding hard as I came with a guttural sound that tore from deep inside me.
Her pussy milked me through every wave until I collapsed on top of her, shaking. I laid my head on her shoulder, suddenly too heavy to hold it up. “Baby, you’ve ruined me for anyone else.”
Ellie giggled, and I gasped as she fluttered around me, squeezing me tight, then letting go, and squeezing me again, sending aftershocks shooting through my spine. “Isn’t that supposed to be my line?”
I rolled us to the side my cock still inside her, keeping her close. I’d take care of the condom in a minute.
She squeaked in surprise, clinging to my arms. “What are you doing?”
“Staring at you.” I brushed damp hair from her forehead.
She wrinkled her nose. “Ew. I’m all sweaty. That’s not sexy.”
I kissed her, slow, sweet, and claiming. “It’s the hottest ‘sweaty’ I’ve ever seen. And you’re still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”
Her smile was sleepy. “If you keep talking like that, I may never go home.”
I slipped my arms around her waist, my heart hammering with a truth I wasn’t ready to admit out loud. “Not much of a threat, buttercup.”
Ellie yawned again, her eyelids fluttering closed. “Hmmm, you say that now.”
Because if it was up to me, she’d never leave this bed.
There was no way to respond to her without knowing if she could accept what little I had to give.
But what could the future possibly hold for us?
I was practically married to Kingsley Jewelry.
I had so much I still needed to accomplish there.
Yet, I didn’t know how I could let her go, because even though I knew I couldn’t give her the relationship she deserved, I didn’t want anyone else to claim her.
I was well and truly fucked.