“Little help here,” Ella said.
“No prob,” I told her, striding over.
I didn’t drop to my knees. Instead, I wrapped my hands around her hipbones and slowly pulled her backward, so she couldfeelhow much I wanted her.
“Ben,” she said, my name coming out as a moan.
She let go of the light and arched backward, wrapping her arms around my neck. Her fingers dug into my hair, nails scraping over myscalp. The light fixture slid sideways and gouged out a line of drywall that I did not give a single fuck about.
Ella’s swanlike neck was bared to me. I pressed my lips against her pale skin and kissed my way up it. She turned her head to the side, giving me better access. I tugged her earlobe into my mouth and slid my right hand forward, across her lower abdomen, toward the band of her leggings.
She widened her stance in invitation and pressed her ass into my erection.
I groaned into her ear and slid my hand into her pants. She wasn’t wearing underwear, and I met no resistance as I worked my fingers lower, searching. I slipped them through her soft curls and stopped when she moaned, “There. Right there.”
The elasticity of her leggings was a boon, because it kept my hand pressed tight to her as I slid my middle finger torturously slow over her clit, back and forth, around in a small circle, then back and forth again. I lifted my other hand and cupped her small breast over her t-shirt. Her nipple peaked beneath my fingers, and I teased it to the same rhythm that I played on her clit.
Her breathing picked up, hips shifting as she moved with me. I pushed my right hand lower, meeting the slickness of her arousal when I neared her entrance.
“God, Ben,” she said, pulling her arms from around my neck to brace her hands on the wall.
I slid a finger inside her. She was tight, but so wet. My fingers were long enough that I reached deep, feeling the muscles of her sex clench around me when my palm hit her clit. I worked my hand forward and backward, letting Ella’s hips dictate my tempo. The heel of my palm brushed over that sensitive bundle of nerves with every stroke of myfinger, and it wasn’t long before she began to make small sounds of pleasure with each pass.
Her hips picked up speed, and I matched them, working her faster, driving my finger deeper, pressing my palm harder. She used the wall to shove her hips into me, framing my dick between her cheeks as she ground into my hand.
“So close,” she said, the words a plea.
I added a second finger, and a moment later, she fell over the edge, her hips losing rhythm, head thrown back against my shoulder, eyes squeezed shut. Her mouth fell open as she came, calling my name.
“Ella,” I groaned, coming right along with her, spilling myself all over the shower floor.
I had to brace a hand against the tile to keep from faceplanting into it, that’s how hard my orgasm hit. When it passed, I was left shuddering.
Holy shit.
If it was that good in a fantasy, what would it be like in real life?
I was suddenly dying to find out.
Chapter 15: Ella
Ihad no idea how Jane and Dave did it. Babysitting was hard enough. Being a full-time parent…no, I was definitely not ready for that. Aunt Pat had the right idea. Better to just borrow other people’s children and then send them back when you need a break.
“Come on!” Willow roared, tearing up the walkway toward her front door.
“I’m coming,” I said, dragging my feet as I trailed behind her.
By the time I walked through the door, she’d already stripped off her winter clothes and was clinging to her mother’s leg with all four limbs.
“How was she?” Jane asked me.
Exhausting, I almost blurted. Willow’s boundless energy was impressive, and after not watching her for so long, I’d forgotten how much she tired me out.
“She was good,” I said. “We went sledding this morning before the snow hit, then had lunch, then made a snowman, and spent the afternoon playing dress-up.”
Jane grinned. “Yeah, she’s going through a phase. Mom said she put a tutu on Corgnelius last week.”
This I had to see. “Pics or it didn’t happen.”
