Chapter Fifteen #3
I find myself looking up at her, stunned and altogether smitten by the cocky grin that spreads across her face.
“What?” I ask when she’s still standing above me instead of covering my body with hers like I desperately want.
Elle shakes her head, her smile shifting from cocky to shy.
“Nothing. I’m just…I never expected to end up here, you know?
” She leans in and kisses me, reaching a hand between us to swirl a finger over my tightening nipple.
My body responds to her touch like it was made for this, back arching, a needy whine escaping my lips when she pulls away.
“You are a very pleasant surprise, Pippa Ainsley.”
“Happy to keep you on your toes. Or your knees. Whichever.”
Her laughter is a decadent thing. “You want me on my knees?” That cocky smile is back as she reaches for the button of my jeans. “That can be arranged.”
Embarrassment flushes up my cheeks. “Oh, you don’t have to—” But then her fingers are gliding across the heat of my arousal, and I lose the ability to speak.
“ ‘Have to’ isn’t part of this, Pip. I want to.
” And then she’s guiding me to lift my hips, removing the last of my clothes.
She sinks to her knees before me as I’m realizing this is the first time she’s ever called me Pip.
I can barely breathe as she slides her hands up my thighs.
With gentle pressure, she spreads my legs, leaving me bare and exposed and feeling so wanted that my heart might burst.
And when she leans in and presses her tongue to the center of that wanting, I’m undone.
“Fuck, Ellie,” I gasp, barely holding myself up with my elbows. The sight of her between my thighs, her face buried against me, is both holy and profane.
She chuckles and goes back to her task, bringing me to the edge and then backing away…
over and over and over again, until I’m afraid I might die if she doesn’t let me reach that final peak.
“Ellie, please,” I beg when she kisses my thigh just as I reach the cusp again, and this time, thank fucking god, she relents.
She presses forward and guides me through wave after wave of release.
When she finally sits back on her heels and smiles up at me, my legs are trembling and my whole body is spent. “Good?” she asks, but there’s no doubt in her voice. She’s clearly pleased with herself, as she should be.
I laugh and lean down to kiss the smirk right off her face, tasting myself on her tongue. “Like you have to ask.”
“Doesn’t mean I don’t like the praise.” Elle leans into the kiss before finally joining me on the bed itself.
“Your tongue should be registered for its magical properties,” I say, delighting in her grin as we make our way to the pillows. “As soon as I catch my breath, I’m returning the favor.” I tug at her leggings. “These need to go.”
She slips out of the rest of her clothes and tosses them to the floor. I pull her closer, threading my leg through hers until she gets her first taste of the pressure I know she craves. The moan that rumbles deep in her throat urges me on, her hips tipping forward to bring us closer.
“Any special requests?” I ask, drawing my fingers up along her rib cage until I finally get to feel the swell of her tightened nipple against my hand. Memories of the night we got high and played board games swim to the forefront of my mind. “I don’t suppose you still own a strap-on?”
“Not that same one.” Elle bites her lip, heat flushing into her face. “But I did buy a new one after our talk the other day.”
Unruly emotions bloom in my chest. The feeling of being chosen, of being wanted, is dangerously tantalizing. We have less than two weeks left. I can’t let myself get carried away.
But I can enjoy the time we do have.
“Go get it,” I say, magic already racing through my veins. “Just be prepared to have your world rocked.”
Elle raises one eyebrow. “Is that so? Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Pip.”
“Oh, Ellie.” I trace a desire sigil across her hip that draws a primal moan from her throat. The sigil only works if the recipient is open to the sensation, and it reignites my own desire that she accepts it so readily. “You have no idea.”
“What was that?” she asks, her hips angling tighter against mine. “Do it again.”
I trace the sigil a second time, and she shudders against me. Goose bumps prickle along her delicate skin. “This is just the beginning,” I promise. “Do you want to stay with this for now or get the—”
“I’ll get it.” Elle untangles herself and reaches for the drawer of her bedside table. She returns with a strap-on and harness and a breathless voice when she asks, “Now what?”
My heart tightens with something deeper than desire. The way she looks at me, the openness to try new things, the fact that she prepared for this moment on the off chance we’d end up here…
Two weeks, I remind myself, shoving back the desire for more. It’s okay to enjoy this while it lasts. It doesn’t have to be anything else.
I pin Elle beneath me and kiss her fiercely. “Now, I return the favor. With interest.”