15. Cedrick
As the sun starts to peek through the curtains, casting a warm glow into the bedroom, Ellie stirs in her sleep. Her soft lips part slightly, her breathing growing deeper and more rhythmic as she dives back into a blissful slumber.
I can”t help but watch her for a moment, captivated by how peaceful she looks. The soft rise and fall of her chest beneath the thin sheet is hypnotizing.
Her bare skin glistens with a thin sheen of sweat from the warmth of the night. It reminds me of how incredible she tasted last night. I let out a satisfied sigh and shake my head, taking one last look before I head to the kitchen to start breakfast.
The smell of bacon frying fills the room as I crack open the window to let in some fresh air. It”s an idyllic morning that makes me feel even more grateful for this newfound happiness in my life.
In no time, I have eggs frying on the stove, toast popping up in the toaster, and fresh fruit squeezing away in the blender. And all while trying not to think about how much I want Ellie to wake up.
Carefully arranging the food and coffee on the tray, I carry it out to the balcony. When I open the door, I’m surprised to see that Ellie is already sitting outside. Her legs are curled up on the chair.
”Hey, sleepyhead.”
She greets me with a playful smile as I set down the tray before her. ”Hey, you. Thank you for making breakfast.”
I watch as she reaches for the fork, her fingers brushing against mine briefly before picking it up.
She takes a sip of her coffee between bites of her food, letting out a contented sigh as she savors its warmth.
”Mmm, this is just what I needed,” she murmurs between chews. ”I can”t believe you made all this for me.”
I smile. ”Some was for me, too. You looked so peaceful, I didn’t want to wake you.”
Ellie looks down, and her shy smile is adorable. ”Sorry. I must have been more tired than I thought.”
“Hmm. Wonder why?” I take a bite of eggs, and Ellie smiles at me across the small table. It brightens everything.
She looks at me shyly from under long lashes. It makes me want nothing more than to kiss her. But our wedding night was one thing. Now it’s back to our normal lives, and that means a marriage that’s part of a contract, not a real relationship.
At times, it feels like one. It’s like walking a tightrope to navigate it.
As we finish our breakfast, we head back inside to clean up. She washes the dishes, and I dry.
“There’s this trick my mom taught me for doing dishes,” she says.
“I could use some helpful hints. I’m not very used to doing things like this.” I lift up my plate. “What is it?”
Without warning, she sprays me with the nozzle, and she shrieks with laughter.
“Oh, my God, I can’t believe I fell for that.”
We’re both laughing.
“Where do you keep the towels? I should clean that up.”
“I’ll show you, come on. I’m going to change my clothes, anyway. They got wet somehow.”
“Oops.”
“Yeah, ‘oops’ is right. Don’t worry though.” I give her a sly grin. “I’ll get you back. Sometime when you don’t even see it coming.”
She follows me down the hallway, and I show her the linen closet. She pulls out a few towels, and I expect her to go back down to the kitchen to wipe up.
But she doesn’t. I feel a terry cloth towel drape over me, and she runs it over me to dry me off. She dries my chest and arms, then my stomach. She goes lower and lower. Even though it didn’t get wet, I’m not complaining.
And she can tell.
“Mmm, seems like you like that, don’t you?”
“What gave you that impression?” I have a languid smile and a devilish look, I’m sure. I reach down and touch my protruding erection, and then bring her hands along. “Oh. That.”
“Mmm. Yes. That.”
She kneels down, pulling down my lounge pants as she does, and she runs her mouth along my shaft. I shudder from the sensation of her tongue, licking in long strokes, then fast flicks.
I pick her up and hoist her up into my arms, and she squeals with surprise. I hold her back in one arm, the crook of her knees in the other, and quickly make my way to the bedroom.
I throw her down, and she laughs like a kid jumping on the bed. And then I jump on her. I place my arms on her wrists, holding them down while I hover above her.
I feel her body press against mine. Her heartbeat quickens against my chest as she tries to lean into me, but, playfully, I won’t let her.
“I’m sorry, Mrs. Vanecourt, not yet. You have to receive your punishment.”
She has a sexy smile and licks her lips. “And what might that be?”
“You’ll have to turn over to find out.”
“Oh, no. Will it hurt?”
“Not as much as it should for being such a bad girl.”
She turns over, and I pull up her nightgown to see she’s not wearing any underwear. She cranes her head back to meet my gaze. I shake my head slowly, and I rub her beautiful ass cheeks, one by one. By instinct, she props her butt in the air even higher.
“Good girl. Goood girl.”
I give her tight brown ass a little swat, like halfheartedly trying to kill a gnat. Not enough to hurt, but not enough to be innocent, either.
“I thought I was a good girl,” she protests disingenuously with a huge smile on her face, showing that she likes this game, too.
“You are. But that doesn’t mean you’re not a bad girl.” I smack her ass a little harder, and she moans in what sounds like pleasure. “And the bad girl in you wants to come out to play, doesn’t she?”
“Mmmm, yes.”
I rub her ass gently this time, massaging it, and then kiss her all over it, planting my lips slow, long, and hard.
I part her thighs and lower my head, drinking deeply of her warm, soft, syrupy folds dripping with desire. They feel soft on my tongue, and I push it deeply inside, able to feel her muscles contract around it.
I pull my head away, and I rise above her, stopping to lick and suck her breasts. She holds my head as I do, caressing my hair and writhing involuntarily at the pull of my mouth.
I raise my head and give her a look, as if to say, ‘Are you ready?’ She nods with a contended, playful grin.
I nod back casually and then slide my cock inside, going gently but quickly, and she raises up her hips to welcome me in easier.
Her gasp is music to my ears. My body trembles with excitement as I feel Ellie”s warmth enveloping me.
She moans softly, a mixed noise of pleasure and surprise escaping her lips. Her hands grasp at my shoulders, holding onto me tightly as if she never wants to let go.
Our hips move together in rhythm, our hearts beating in unison as we explore each other”s bodies once again. The bed springs creak under the force of our movements.
Her soft skin feels like silk against my large, strong hands. The smell of her arousal mingles with our sweat. I have to concentrate to be able to catch my breath.
With each thrust, she meets me halfway, hissing through her teeth in delight. I can feel the anticipation building inside both of us. Her breasts bounce against my chest in time with each movement.
Her hips pick up speed, and we”re both panting. The pressure builds inside me until it”s too much to bear. I release myself into her warmth with a primal groan that echoes through the room.
Ellie cries out my name as she clenches around me, her nails digging into my shoulders involuntarily. We collapse onto the bed together, panting heavily as we catch our breath. She kisses me tenderly on the lips before rolling over onto her side to face me.
I kiss along her jaw and neck before trailing kisses down to her collarbone. My hands glide over every inch of her body. I feel my way from the small of her back to the curves of her hips, giving extra attention to the swell of her breasts and her dark, hard nipples against her brown skin.
She gasps when my fingers brush against her nipples lightly, and she arches into me. Her scent fills my nostrils, a mix of vanilla and sex that makes me want her more than anything else in this world.
As I position myself at her entrance once again, I feel how wet she is. How ready she is for more. My heart races and my cock throbs with anticipation as we both prepare for the next round.
I thrust into her slowly, feeling the slickness of her juices coat my shaft. Her gasps fill the air around us, mixed with soft moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together. Every inch of me disappears inside of her, stretching her walls around me like the most welcoming embrace.
Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me closer, grinding against me in a motion that sends tremors through my body. Her breasts bounce with each movement as if begging for my mouth”s attention.
My hands roam over her hips, enjoying the soft curves that fit perfectly against my touch.
She meets every one of my thrusts with equal force, driving us both wild with pleasure. As I thrust deeper and deeper inside Ellie, I feel my orgasm building fast, fueled by her moans and gasps. Her tight walls clench around me, urging me closer still while her breasts sway with each movement.
Her muscles grip my cock tighter than a vise, and her nails dig into my back. In unison, we let out a primal scream that echoes through the room.
Her body quivers underneath me as she reaches climax. I feel my own release pulse hotly inside her, filling her up with a thick flow of warm ejaculation.
The sensations are overwhelming, an intense rush of pleasure like lightning striking beneath the surface of the skin. Our breaths come in sharp gasps and ragged pants, our hearts thumping wildly in our chests as we both try to catch our breath after that intense climax.