ELLIE
I lost the rhythm of my breathing as my heart pounded in my ears.
"We know you don’t want flowers and hearts..." He twisted his fingers into a strand of my hair. "What you want is someone to fuck you right. So obey, now," he whispered.
And as if his voice had power over me, I leaned forward, obeying, sliding my panties down my legs. When I stood back up, his palm was open, waiting. I placed the panties in his hand.
"Good girl." He stuffed the panties in the back pocket of his pants, and his eyes went back to my body.
Hooking a finger into the fabric between my breasts, he pulled my dress down, exposing my breasts. Staring at them, he licked his lips.
"I've spent a long time imagining what it would be like to come all over that soft skin and watch my cum drip down those perfect tits," he said, leaving me breathless.
Oh my God. I wanted that so badly.
"You want that, don’t you?" he whispered.
I nodded. Being this close was enough to make my reason disappear.
A second later, he was on his knees in front of me, sliding his fingers up the inside of my thigh, making my blood heat up and my skin burn with desire.
My clit throbbed, aching for his touch. And when his fingers finally brushed lightly over my sex, I gasped, grabbing onto his hair.
"Please..." I begged, meeting his gaze.
"So beautiful... I love when you beg," he whispered, using his fingers to spread my lips and press against my clit.
I felt a wave of pleasure spread through my skin, making me moan his name.
"Fuck!" he growled through clenched teeth, lifting my dress before burying his face between my legs while thrusting a finger inside me.
My legs shook and trembled at the first touch of his tongue. I needed to hold onto his shoulders for support. My sanity was slipping away bit by bit with every lick, until I became nothing but my own pleasure, as his mouth and fingers tortured me deliciously. The muscles inside me begged to feel him filling me.
"Hmm... So sweet... I want to lick every drop," he murmured in his deep, sensual voice, bringing me closer to the edge.
The way he sucked on me, each pull driving me crazy, making me tremble and sweat, pushing the pleasure deep into my bones, made my need grow even stronger. I needed to feel him inside me, needed to feel his warm, naked body on top of mine.
That need was so strong it was torturing me. I was so wet that the sounds of his fingers plunging into me were slick and erotic.
I moaned his name, tugging at his hair as my climax approached. The sensation overtook my body, leaving me desperate, gasping, and utterly dazed.
His tongue didn’t stop, and the rhythm of his fingers quickened until I felt my entire body quiver, consumed by spasms, before exploding into a thousand pieces as I melted in his mouth, coming on his fingers.
God! The sensation seemed to grow better and more intense. His hands gripping my thighs were the only thing keeping me from collapsing as I basked in the feeling of ecstasy.
Slowly pushing me, he made me sit on the bed, while I was still trying to calm my breathing. I watched him kick off his shoes and pull off his shirt. Was he planning to do it now? Come all over my breasts? Oh, God! I blinked, still dazed. Why did I want to see that so badly?
"Is there something you want?" he asked, holding my chin.
"I thought that was obvious," I said, panting.
He smiled wickedly.
"I mean some fantasy from the golden girl."
"What do you mean?"
"Are you telling me you never had any teenage fantasies?"
"I..."
Teenage Ellie certainly never imagined she'd have a man like Ethan one day.
"Don’t let this go to your head, but this," I leaned forward, touching his abdomen, tracing a path with my fingers between the muscles, down one side of his v-line, stopping at the waistband of his pants, "God... Yes... This is way better than any fantasy."
I unbuttoned and unzipped his pants, before hooking my fingers into the waistband and pulling them down, along with his boxers, sliding them over his muscular thighs.
I admired the sight of his swollen, rigid cock, begging to be touched. Ready for me. But before I could reach for it, he stopped me, gripping my wrist.
"You can suck me as much as you want later, but right now, I can’t wait to be inside you." Releasing my wrist, he leaned in, pulling my dress over my head, stripping me completely.
Stepping back, he got rid of his pants and then came close again. Lifting me easily, he laid me down near the headboard. With his hips between my legs, he started grinding against me, driving me wild.
His tongue licked my lips and slid along my jaw before making its way into my mouth. Finding mine, he teased and sucked while he ground harder between my legs. Pressing against my clit, igniting every nerve ending and making my body burn with desire. His scent was so delicious.
Pulling his lips away, panting, he stretched his arm between our bodies and grabbed his cock, aligning the tip at my opening
I bit my lip, anticipating the sensation. And when he finally pushed inside, I let my head fall back, lips parted. He groaned, and I closed my eyes, savoring the insane feeling. His cock fought for space, as my muscles tightened around him.
"Look at me," he said, beginning to move slowly.
I opened my eyes, and he brushed a few strands of hair from my forehead before lifting his body enough to brace his hands on the headboard. The next thrust was so deep and intense that it made me scream. He smiled, satisfied.
"You don’t want your parents to hear us, do you?" he teased breathlessly, not stopping, becoming wilder. "Did that little girl ever imagine being fucked like this?" he whispered.
He looked like a damn god, moving between my legs. A thin layer of sweat started to coat his skin, making me want to lick every muscle. The expression on his perfect face was so sensual it drove me mad.
I slid my hands over his shoulders, arms, and muscular back, down to his ass, touching every inch of skin I could. He was so warm. I tightened my legs around his hips, encouraging him to move. Each thrust brought me closer to the edge.
We were both panting. Sometimes smiling, sometimes moaning. God! Nothing should feel this good. His eyes never left my face for a second, and I could see it all—passion, overwhelming desire, and pleasure—as he moved.
We were getting closer, both driven by our desire, like two animals. I saw the way his fingers tightened around the headboard when he increased his pace, making me lose control, violently thrusting between my legs.
"Beautiful..." he whispered through gritted teeth.
Using one of his hands to reach for my clit, he circled and pressed it deliciously, while pounding into me hard, thrust after thrust, insatiable.
"Come for me, angel."
I felt my mind unravel as the climax began to take over. My skin felt like it was on fire, and waves of pleasure surged through my body, sending spasms all over my skin.
I screamed his name when my orgasm hit me hard. The sight of his dazed face as I clenched around him prolonged my sensation of ecstasy. So beautiful.
I felt indescribably good. His lips covered mine the next second, while he was still moving sensually between my legs.
His hand slid down the side of my body, along the curve of my waist, up my ribs, and squeezed my breast, before he came. Exploding inside me as he groaned against my lips, breathless.
"Fuck... So hot. Beautiful..."
His body collapsed beside mine on the bed as he tried to catch his breath. I did the same, thinking I’d never felt so satisfied. Maybe because there wasn’t that feeling that this would end soon.
I could just enjoy and relax knowing that Ethan was mine and that we didn’t have an expiration date. He was mine, and I was his. I couldn’t be happier.
Turning over, I draped a leg over him. Resting my head on his chest, I looked up at his face. He took a deep breath and then brushed a strand of hair from my face, tucking it behind my ear.
For some reason, I needed to confirm that he wasn’t playing with me. I didn’t know if I could handle the pain again.
"Are you sure about this?" I asked and saw his eyebrows knit in confusion.
"Are you asking because you don’t trust me?"
"I’m asking because it’s my heart at stake." I tried to keep the emotion out of my voice but failed.
"Mine too, beautiful. I know we both have reasons to be afraid of trusting someone again. But I hope we can do this together. I’m willing to face anything to have you, just go easy on me, okay?"
"You’re not going easy on me."
"Talking about sex?"
"Everything."
"Then it’s mutual."
I smiled, nodding. For some reason beyond my comprehension, I felt like I could trust Ethan. Maybe that was a mistake, but I couldn’t help it. My heart was already his.
"I thought you were going to..." I felt my cheeks heat up.
"Going to?"
"Do that thing... that you spent a long time imagining."
He smiled wickedly.
"We’ll have plenty of time for that."
Yes. And I could hardly wait to enjoy every second of it.