Chapter 6
Chapter Six
IRIS
His heartbeat, strong, sings its song, and mine responds in kind.
How the hell did this happen?
Just imagining Raven in my place right now shoots embers of jealousy I’ve never felt. Fate’s a tricky bitch, but right now, I’m kissing her feet in gratitude. This rugged, broken man and his bright-eyed little girl snuck in like thieves and stole my heart.
Outside this little bubble of ours, life is a mess. But in here, I feel safe. I feel supported. I feel…love.
Slowly, we pull back, remaining close. “We’re in this together, right?”
Those dark green eyes search mine until the shadow drops. “Yeah, wife.” His full lips twitch upward. “We’re in this together.”
Desperate to feel those lips again, I eliminate the space and press my lips to his. He inhales sharply, and something wild and delicious unleashes.
Immediately, Ellis deepens the kiss. Wild. Free.
I whimper, needing to be closer, which seems impossible. We’re as close as two people can be with clothes on. His deep growl as strong hands touch me everywhere vibrates through my breasts, down to my core. The deep, warm pulse grows steady following the drumming beat of my heart.
“Ellis,” I breathe into his mouth.
“Fuck, Iris. I need you.”
“I’m yours.” I tangle our tongues. “I’m yours,” I pant.
Gravity leaves me, and we’re up. Ellis blindly navigates us toward my bedroom. Soon, I settle into the mattress at my back. Ellis rests on his forearm over me. I run my fingertips lightly over his face, tracing memories.
This burly giant melts as his eyes fall closed.
His hips settle between my thighs. I gasp at the weight of his hardness right where my body wants him. I scratch my nails over his beard, wrapping my legs around his hips, seeking friction.
“Fuck, Wildflower,” he groans, dragging the tip of his tongue over my neck, feather light behind my ear.
I moan, arching into his touch. Desperate to feel his skin, I pull his button-down up. Getting the hint, Ellis pulls back and makes quick work of the buttons before taking it off.
“Wow,” I whisper.
I’ve only had one glimpse of his build by accident the other day after his shower, when he left his door open. I walked by and stopped in my tracks. Only a dark towel hung loose on his hips as bronze skin over sinewy muscles glistened.
My hands map out every valley of skin, but not for long. Ellis pulls my blouse up and off.
“Holy shit, Wildflower.”
Hunter green darkens. He runs his thumb over my peaked nipple through lace. I gasp. Never knew I was that sensitive there.
Leaning over, Ellis’ tongue circles the left one first.
Whimpering, I grip his mess of beautiful hair. My hips take over, having a mind of their own. With every undulating need, Ellis meets me there, grinding his thick, steel hardness into my clit. I cry out, using my leg to press his body closer, deeper.
“Please,” I whimper.
Give me an orgasm for once, not by my own hands.
My bra snaps open, and he pulls it off from under me. The kiss of cool air pebbles my nipples tighter. His mouth feasts on my breasts. He travels down, licking a path to my waistband.
I love the feel of his skin. His scent, pine, honey, and sandalwood, my new drug of choice.
Teasingly, Ellis slides my leggings and panties down, kissing his way to my ankles before I’m fully naked and he’s making his way back up. His nose brushes over my hip.
“Fuck, your scent drives me wild.” His dark, husky voice causes a full-body shiver of need.
“Ditto,” I gasp, arching my hips up toward his mouth.
His soft, scruffy beard tickles my mound. He stares up at me. “This changes everything.”
“Promise?” I whisper.
Fire ignites, gold flecks heating in his gaze before he descends, and now I’m the one igniting.
I cry out at the first swipe of his wet, warm tongue on my clit.
Holy shit, that feels amazing.
“Ellis,” I whimper, both hands in his hair, pulling him closer to my trembling core.
The hungry sounds coming out of him set me on fire.
A kaleidoscope of sensations escalates to an almost frightening impending release.
I reach out, finding his shirt. I shove it into my mouth just in time to catch the inevitable scream as his quick flicks from that wicked tongue take me to a place no vibrator has given me.
My body collapses, every muscle that a moment ago almost snapped, now melts.
I pant. “Oh, my God.”
Ellis’s weight rests on top of me. I pull his face closer and taste myself on his tongue. I find the buttons at his waist and snap his jeans open, pushing them down his hips.
Ellis helps me, never once breaking the kiss.
I exhale when his naked build is flush to mine.
We both moan as his heated, hard cock rubs between my vaginal lips. His wet tip on his upstrokes kisses my clit, stealing my breath.
“Fuck,” he bites, dropping his head.
“What?”
He digs his forehead into my chest, groans, then faces me. “I don’t…I haven’t since…and shit.”
My brows furrow, trying to follow, when it hits me. “Oh.”
“Shit, Wildflower. I’m sorry.”
“Ellis. I figured as much. And, well…I wasn’t worried.”
Now, he’s the one frowning in confusion.
“My hormones have been imbalanced since I was a teen. I’ve gotten the shot religiously since. And…”
“Iris,” he whispers, running those capable and gentle hands over my face. “No, baby. We can wait.”
“I’m clean. I’ve never…” I close my eyes, taking a fortified breath before I face him again. “I’ve never been with someone,” I confess.
Dumbfounded, Ellis searches my face. “Impossible,” he whispers.
“It’s not a big deal. I’ve just been too busy trying to keep the farm from falling apart. And no one…no one’s made me crazy with want before.”
His eyes close. “I’m not worthy of that.”
“Hey,” I firmly say, cupping his face. “Husband. I want you. My skin will combust if I don’t feel you inside me.”
He groans. “You are everything I never saw coming, Iris Michaels.”
“Ditto,” I reply before his soft grin eases the moment.
“The moment my cock slides into your tight, wet walls, you’re it. You’re mine,” he growls.
“Ditto, husband.”
“I fought it, Wildflower. I’ve been yours from the second you showed up in that sunny dress, determined to be my wife.”
I laugh, stimulating our bodies, and we both moan.
“I was pretty determined.” I smile as Ellis slides his shaft down until the pulsing tip notches at my entrance.
I gasp, my body wanting to accept him.
“Slow. Tell me if it hurts. Tell me when it feels good. Tell me everything,” he grunts, fighting his need and carefully easing deeper in increments with such patience.
My nails carve crescents into his golden skin. My legs restlessly hug his body, willing him deeper.
“Yes,” I pant out, my neck arching back into the pillow.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet and warm. Feel me,” he groans, digging his hand into my thigh, pulling it higher, opening me up.
I moan at the extra inch he slides in.
“Holy shit,” I whimper. “Ellis. Honey, more.”
He curses, gripping my ass cheek, pulling out slightly before going deeper. “I’m gonna come before I want to,” he growls.
“I want to feel it,” I moan.
“Fuck!” His hips jerk, and I gasp at the deep contracting below my abdomen. “Baby, are you okay?” he pants at my lips.
I breathe through the new sensation. I hold on tight as the feeling of tightness eases with every heated pulse I feel against my inner walls. A rush of wet heat floods my core, easing his slow thrusts.
“Oh,” I hiccup at the next entry. The thick veins rhythmically beating inside me have bursts of ecstasy like a wave, spreading through my body. “This is amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he groans, taking more confident thrusts. “Holy shit, your tightness is hugging my cock so fucking good, Wildflower.”
“Let go,” I say against his lips before licking them. “Don’t hold back, Ellis. I want you. I need you. Please.”
“You never have to beg, baby. I need you, want you too. Always,” he promises, and we lose ourselves.
I cry out, overwhelmed and wanting to crash over whatever wave is threatening to rearrange everything that makes up who I am into something new.
“Yes,” I chant, lifting my hips, meeting him, thrust for thrust.
“Come for me, Iris. You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I whimper out the next cry. “Ellis!”
“Yes, give it to me. I’m gonna come so hard. Give me yours, baby.”
My toes curl, my calves lock tight as shooting electricity is like a lightning hit to my core. I cry out, my entire body arching up toward the stars.
Ellis shouts into my neck, chasing his as he brings me mine.
He releases inside me, and I already know I’m addicted.
Ever so slowly, the world around us bleeds back into frame. I don’t know how I ended up with my cheek on his chest, both of us panting.
“Wow,” I struggle to get out. “Like…for real. Wow.”
The vibration of his soft chuckle has my deliciously aching core clench.
“You sucked my soul right out of my body,” he laughs, squeezing me tightly against his slick body.
I tip my head back. Ellis tucks hair behind my ear, and that look he’s giving me right now…I determine, then and now, to fight tooth and nail to know this feeling, for as long as fate allows.