Chapter 151: Wherever You Go
Chapter 151: Wherever You Go
ELLIE
Opening the door, he entered the room, carrying me in his arms as if I weighed nothing.
With my arms around his neck, I could barely contain my silly smile. I let out an even louder laugh when he approached the bed, tossing me onto it with a certain care.
Facing his intense, dark brown gaze, I propped myself up on my elbows, trying not to be swallowed by the dress’s skirt. With some difficulty, I crawled to the headboard.
Standing before the bed, he remained silent, just staring at me, making my smile fade, giving way to desire and heavy breathing.
Suddenly, all the tension from the past two weeks was back, filling the air.
I could feel the desire building between my legs and the heat spreading across my skin, just from seeing the burning desire in his eyes.
“Have you decided what you’re going to do?” I asked, my voice coming out almost as a whisper.
“First…” He loosened his tie without looking away. “I want to see what’s under that dress.”
“There’s a zipper on the back,” I said, remembering the detail.
Understanding my implicit request for help, he approached the side of the bed, stopping at my right side.
I turned my back to him, wondering how it was possible that I felt nervous, even if just slightly.
We had done this so many times. It was just Ethan, the same as always. But now, he was my husband.
The moment his fingers slid down my back, tracing the zipper’s path, I felt a shiver run up my spine, reaching my neck and making me tremble with pleasure.
“So sensitive,” he whispered as I tilted my head to the side.
Swallowing hard, I knew from his tone that my torture was just beginning.
“Turn around,” he ordered.
Obeying, I turned to him, placing my legs off the bed.
Kneeling before me, he lifted the dress’s skirt to remove my white pumps. His touch was gentle and provocative, caressing my feet and ankles in the process.
Not waiting for him, I slipped off the dress’s sleeves, one at a time. Then, pulling it down my legs, he undressed me—his gaze glued to my body.
“A million times better than that costume,” he murmured in a hoarse tone, hooking his fingers into the garter on my thigh and pulling gently.
Then, standing up with my dress in hand, he stepped away to place it on the chair in the corner.
Turning back to me, he removed his shoes first, then his jacket, and then slowly unbuttoned the black vest, holding my gaze the entire time.
Removing the tie last, he approached, climbing onto the bed with it in hand.
“Give me your hands,” he ordered, kneeling over me.
Obeying, I extended my arms.
I felt excitement take over me, making me lose control of my breathing as he used the tie to bind my wrists together, tight but without hurting me.
When he finished, he raised my arms above my head. Getting closer, with his groin dangerously close to my face, he tied my wrists to the headboard.
Then, his gaze met mine, and a discreet but wicked smile appeared on his lips. To my delight, he began unbuttoning the white shirt, finally removing it, revealing his lightly tanned skin.
Moving over me, as I admired his broad chest and defined abdomen, hungry, he spread my legs, positioning his hips between them.
Using his muscular arms to support himself on the bed, he covered me with his body, leaning in to kiss me. This time, without any inhibitions.
His tongue devoured mine, hungry and wild, enveloping me in a hot and wet kiss as he moved his hips so slowly between my legs that it was like torture.
Breathless, I moaned against his lips, almost begging for him to enter me.
“Do you want to come, Mrs. Morgan?” he whispered against my lips, panting, teasing me.
“I want you,” I murmured back, equally breathless.
“You want me?” he whispered, kissing my neck and sliding his fingers down my belly, until he slipped them under the fabric of my panties. “But which part of me?” he teased, holding my gaze as his lips traced a path to my breasts. “My fingers?” He pressed my clitoris, starting to move his fingers slowly in circles.
“Ethan…” I moaned, arching my back.
“My mouth?” His lips closed over the lace fabric of my bra, nibbling my nipple.
“Please…”
“My fingers then.” He slid his fingers lower, plunging two of them inside me.
Then, he began to fuck me with them, fast and hard, while using his teeth to pull the lace fabric of the bra down, to take my nipple into his mouth.
He sucked hard, at the same time, thrusting his fingers faster and deeper, making me lose control quickly.
I knew I wouldn’t last long, after two weeks without feeling him.
Moaning and arching my hips toward his fingers, I was almost at my limit.
I was almost there, feeling his fingers send pleasure to every inch of my body and his lips driving me crazy.
“Yes… Don’t stop…” I moaned, eyes closed, about to explode.
Then, he stopped.
His fingers and lips disappeared.
Panting and tormented, I opened my eyes, seeking his gaze.
“Why?” I asked, frustrated, watching him move to kneel between my legs.
Holding my thighs, he leaned in with a mischievous smile, kissing the inner part over the stocking’s fabric.
His fingers moved up, caressing, until they hooked onto the thin sides of the white lace panties, which he pulled, sliding them down my legs.
Leaning in more, he placed another kiss closer to my groin, then placed my legs over his shoulders.
“I thought you wanted my tongue,” he teased, staring at me intensely.
A second later, he slid his tongue over my sex, making me forget the frustration and bringing all the sensations back.
His movements started slow, just licking me torturously. But it didn’t take long for them to become frantic, striking my clitoris nonstop, making my insides throb and all the muscles in my body tense.
Once again, I was close, arching my body, moaning, and pulling my wrists tied to the headboard.
My skin tingled, while at the same time, it felt like it was on fire. I moaned his name repeatedly, pressing his face between my thighs.
With my head thrown back, I was almost there again, feeling my mind spin.
And once again, he stopped.
“Fuck…” I growled, completely breathless. “Please, no,” I begged.
“How do you feel?” he teased.
“What do you want?” I asked, staring at his satisfied expression as he moved over me. “For me to beg? Please… You’re driving me crazy.”
“Exactly how I felt the past two weeks,” he said, his face above mine.
“I’m sorry… but now, please… I need you, love.”
“Then… say you’ve learned your lesson, and I’ll give you what you want,” he whispered, teasing me.
I sighed, aware that I had no option but to give in.
“I’ve learned my lesson…” I repeated, trying to fight my urge to tease him, but it was stronger than me. “And I’ve also learned that my husband is a cruel bastard…” I smiled, challenging him with my gaze.
His lips curved to one side, in a discreet and dark smile.
“I know you can do better,” he whispered.
“I’ve learned my lesson, now, please, make love to me,” I murmured, surrendering.
“Good girl,” he whispered, his lips almost touching mine. “But the truth is…” he continued, adjusting his hips between my legs. “You didn’t need to beg… Because…” Opening his pants, he lowered them enough to free his cock and then grabbed the headboard tightly with one hand. “I’m going to fuck you all night…” he growled, finally penetrating me hard. Making me tremble with pleasure. “In every way…” he growled, starting to move his hips seductively. “I’m going to make love to you until you’re satisfied… In every way, Mrs. Morgan… Not just today, but forever,” he whispered between each thrust. “And that’s a promise.”
“I love you,” I whispered, losing myself in his brown gaze, with my lips parted, feeling him fill me completely.
I surrendered, letting him take control of my body; being dominated by the sensations. Because there were no more doubts or uncertainties, only trust, only us.
✽
Under the shade of the same tree where we had relaxed with our friends, not so long ago, we were lying on the grass.
With my head resting on his chest, I set the book aside and stared at the calm waters of the lake ahead, which sparkled, reflecting the sun’s rays.
The memory of being dragged and thrown into them made me smile. Then, my gaze was drawn to the place where we said yes, just a few hours ago.
There was no trace left of the structure set up for the wedding, except for some white petals on the grass. The team had cleaned everything before we even woke up.
Everything now was just a memory. Just like every moment we lived before. And all that mattered now was the present and the future. Our future.
“Are you awake?” I asked.
“Mm-hmm,” he murmured, resuming caressing my hair. “Why? What are you thinking about?”
“Nothing in particular… just that maybe you should chop some wood so we can light the fireplace later,” I teased, amused by the idea of seeing him do that shirtless once again.
“I can do that, if… you get on your knees before me again, on that couch,” he said, making my smile widen.
“I think I can do that. A bit of hands and mouth… That’s all you’re getting until I recover from last night,” I teased, laughing.
“I don’t remember hearing you complain earlier,” he retorted, referring to how he made me come with his mouth, on the kitchen counter, when I came down for breakfast.
“Like I said… I have nothing against a bit of fingers and mouth. Maybe if you had a less risky toy…”
“I know you don’t really want that,” he scoffed arrogantly, beneath me.
Laughing, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, absorbing the tranquility of the moment.
“Do you think we can be happier than this?” I whispered, eyes closed.
“Only if you let me make love to you right now,” he answered, making me smile and then sigh in frustration.
“Do you think you can stop thinking about sex for a second?”
“It’s our honeymoon… Do you see the irony?”
“Are you anxious?” I asked, ignoring him and imagining. “Just the two of us, and Paris… Italy…”
“We can still skip Italy,” he interrupted, making me open my eyes.
“Of course, and like before, you’ll tell me it has nothing to do with Todd. Just admit you’re jealous, Morgan,” I teased.
Moving beneath me, he laid my head on the sheet, moving on top of me to look me in the eyes.
“Why would I be jealous? You’re mine, now and forever,” he growled, holding my gaze and pressing his hips between my legs.
“Yes, I am. That’s why we’re keeping Italy,” I said, biting my lip and smiling provocatively.
He sighed, frustrated, then looked away, as if considering something.
“Are you hot?” he asked.
“What?” I furrowed my brows, confused.
Suddenly getting up, he lifted me in his arms and almost instantly, I understood his intentions.
Oh, no.
“Ethan… no,” I murmured in protest.
“Yes…” he smiled, carrying me toward the lake. “I love you, but you can still be as infuriating as when we met, my beautiful, crazy scientist,” he said, staring at me with his gorgeous brown eyes shining in the sunlight.
Smiling, I tightened my arms around his neck, accepting my fate. Because there were no more reasons to fight or resist, and because, now, I trusted him completely—to lead me and to follow him.
And I would follow him, forever, wherever he went.
Toward our future.
Without any more fears or doubts, because I knew he would always be with me.