She circles her flattened hands over them and moans. Jesus Christ, she is a sight for sore eyes, splayed out for me like this.
I can’t resist.
I rub the tip of my dick along her slick wetness, back to front.
We both groan.
‘Pinch them for me,’ I tell her. ‘Roll them. Hard. Whatever feels good, baby. I want you to do whatever feels most intense.’
She pinches her nipples hard, and her head rolls back on her pillow. What a show. I don’t wanna miss it, but I need to taste her. I scoot back and settle down between her legs, trapping my angry cock between the mattress and my stomach. I let my tongue follow the route my dick made up from her centre to her clit. Again. And again, burying my mouth and nose in her delicious, musky scent. Taste. I can’t fucking get enough of her.
Every time I hit her clit, she pushes harder into me. That bundle of nerves is so swollen and needy. I swear, she’s close.
‘Josh.’ She reaches down and grabs my hair. ‘I’m going to come. I’m going to come.’
‘Got it,’ I grunt, and she withdraws her hand while I up the ante, lapping hard exactly where I know it’ll be most intense for her, keeping my rhythm perfectly even, pushing a couple of fingers inside her, hard, and the extra pressure sends her over the edge with breathless, desperate cries that go straight to my cock and keep me working to eke this orgasm out as long as I can.
To make it count for her.
To make it something she’ll remember all day long.
And then I’m up and inside of her so quick, pushing in hard as she grabs my ass with her long fingers andpulls me as close as she possibly can. Her legs around my back. Her arms around my neck. And the glaze of a good orgasm still in her eyes.
She’s still quivering around my dick as I thrust, and I know this will be the part I remember all day. When I’m delivering my lines. Playing my part. Internally, I’ll be marvelling at the miracle that is being buried balls-deep in Elle Hart as she consumes my senses and sets off every nerve-ending in my body. The love and wonder and desire in her beautiful eyes are the only things I’m aware of as I explode inside her, shuddering and heaving, spinning out on the fact thatthisis my reality.
I’m not letting this woman out of my sight.
I mean it.
We order breakfast in bed. We shower together. I dress her, because I can’t keep my hands off of her. Can’t stay away from her. And then I drag her to my room so I can change out of my robe. I’m not being parted from her, even for a second, until we get to the studios and face the endless gossip and hilarity and fucking delight from the cast and crew.
This morning marks the precious dawn of our new life together. A life where we’ve bared all to each other, and no one’s run away. On the contrary, we’re all in.
Epilogue
ELLE
‘Are you nervous?’
‘I’m fucking terrified.’
I smirk as I smooth down the lapels of Josh’s blazer. They already sit perfectly; I just needed another excuse to paw at him.
‘Poor baby, having to face up to my big bad dad.’
He grimaces. ‘Last time I saw your folks, I was enjoying their wonderful hospitality while banging their daughter every chance I got. And then I sent that tweet. I wouldn’t blame the guy if he punched me in the face when he saw me.’
‘He won’t do that.’ I release his lapels and cup his face in my hands, scratching a little at his delicious stubble. ‘Look at me. They know the full story now. They admire you for how far you’ve come. And they know you’re Team Elle.’
‘As long as the whole world knows it.’ His arms come around my waist and pull me closer. ‘I won’t rest until they’re calling me Mr Hart.’
I can’t reply, because he’s kissing me then, one hand dragging the fabric of my dress over my bum and the other holdingme in a vice as the heavenly plumpness of his lips caresses mine.
This man.
This mouth.
The things he does to me with his touch.
