ELLIE
Stop? No. Stopping was the last thing I wanted. My insides were pulsing with desire, craving to feel him. I moved my hips, rubbing my ass against his cock. He groaned, and his hand slid down, slipping under the fabric of my panties as he started to move his hips against me.
I could feel my arousal dripping between my legs. When his fingers parted me and pressed against my clit, a sharp moan escaped my lips. Oh, God. His touch left me desperate. I tried to reach for his cock, sliding my hand between our bodies, but all I found was the fabric of his pants, which made me impatient.
"Why are you still dressed? Get rid of it." I ordered in a murmur.
I felt his smile against my neck.
"Such a bossy girl," he whispered.
He pushed down his sweatpants, helping me to free his cock. A sexy moan escaped his lips as I gripped it in my hand, stroking him.
His fingers returned to rub between my legs, spreading pleasure all over my skin, driving me wild. We were touching each other simultaneously, desperate for some relief.
The silence was filled with the sounds of our bodies brushing against each other, our ragged breaths, and moans. I had never felt anything like what he made me feel. Everything seemed surreal, a mixture of need, desperation, and pleasure.
Feeling all of this was, at the same time, incredible and completely terrifying. Any reason and control I had seemed to disappear.
Moving my hand away, he guided his cock between my legs and started to move his hips. I moaned loudly as he slid across my wet lips, rubbing against my clit.
"Oh, fuck... this feels so good," he groaned near my ear, driving me insane, sending a shiver down my spine.
He wasn’t even inside me yet, but my brain seemed to have shut down, leaving me only to feel the pleasure consuming me.
"Fuck," he growled, moving faster.
And even though I knew I could come just like that, I wanted more. I wanted everything. I felt like a wild animal driven by need.
"Now. Please, now," I begged desperately.
"Anything you want..." he whispered, kissing my shoulder before biting it.
I felt his tip pressing against my entrance until he finally slid inside, making us both moan together.
God! Clutching my body closer to his, he entered me slowly, making my eyes roll back as pleasure spread through my body with every inch he sank into me.
His hand moved up under my nightgown, gliding over my belly and ribs until it reached my breast, cupping it with his large hand and squeezing.
He slid almost completely out of me, then thrust back in, faster and harder. He repeated it, pulling out slowly and driving back in with force until his thrusts found a wild rhythm.
My body was already lost, oblivious to anything but the pleasure and the sound of him pounding into me, which sounded wet and delicious. My legs trembled as I moaned.
I turned my face to reach his lips, holding the back of his neck. I kissed him deeply, moaning into his mouth, our tongues moving with fervor.
We were sweaty, consumed by lust. My body was so hot, like a volcano about to erupt, each thrust pushing me closer to the explosion. The sensation was building up, accumulating deep inside me.
When I couldn’t take it anymore, my orgasm hit me like an electric current running down my spine, making my legs weak, sending me to paradise for a few seconds.
Ethan came with me, gripping me tightly with an almost crushing force as he came inside me, groaning my name and cursing.
Even after our breathing returned to normal, we stayed in the same position. His body was still warm against my back, and he was still inside me. I tried to avoid thinking that I could stay like this forever, but I couldn’t help it. It scared me, but I pushed the feeling away.
His fingers brushed some strands of hair from my face before he finally pulled out of me. Adjusting himself in bed, he just pulled me closer to his body.
I rested my head on his chest. I could feel his heart beating at a fast pace against his ribcage. I took deep breaths, several times until I calmed down and could push away the strange feeling of unease.
"You’re forgiven for being an idiot," I finally said, feeling more relaxed.
I couldn’t see his face, but I knew he was smiling.
"That was easier than I thought. But I still plan on apologizing for the rest of the night."
I smiled. Mr. Morgan was insatiable, lucky for me, or unlucky. I opened my mouth to ask something, but I gave up. The silence settling in.
"Come on, ask," he encouraged.
"It’s nothing."
"Now I really want to know."
"Okay," I sighed. "Do you feel it?"
"Do I feel it?"
"Do you feel the same thing I do... I mean, you certainly do this a lot, is it always like this for you?" I asked, running my fingers over his broad chest.
"Yes, I feel it. And no. Most of the time, it doesn’t even come close to this."
"I thought it was because of you."
"What do you mean?"
"This thing between us. I thought it was because you’re experienced and good at this."
"You think I’m experienced and good at this?" he teased.
I could feel the cocky smile on his face.
"Don’t forget I’m close to your balls," I threatened.
"As much as I’m good and experienced at this," he mocked, and I elbowed him lightly. "It’s not just about me; it’s about us. You’re a scientist, you should understand the chemistry involved."
I thought about it. Yes, I understood all the brain processes and the release of chemicals that trigger emotions. But nothing could explain what was happening between us or why it was happening.
After a while in silence, I felt his body tense under me before he spoke.
"I know it’s none of my business, but this has been eating at me for a while."
"What?"
"Did you go out with Anthony?"
Here we go again. Why did he care when all he wanted was to fuck me? There was no exclusivity in casual relationships, so it didn’t make sense. Still, there was no reason not to be honest.
"No," I said, noticing how he was holding his breath, waiting for an answer.
"Why not?"
"He had to go on an urgent trip, so we couldn’t go out on Saturday."
"So you really planned to go out with him?"
"Yes." I could almost feel his mood shifting, turning into annoyance. "You know you don’t have the right to be upset about this, right? And my stance on what you offered hasn’t changed."
"You’d rather be with someone you don’t want," he said in a cold tone.
"We’re not going to argue about this. I have my reasons, just like you have yours for not wanting anything beyond sex. You know what? We should just go to sleep." I turned away from him, pulling part of the sheet to cover myself.
I don’t know how much time passed as I listened to the sound of his breathing behind me, the silence becoming uncomfortable. My eyelids were already getting heavy when he spoke again, shocking me.
"I caught her cheating on me a week before our wedding."