Or maybe it was simply because she was with Alex, and her entire body was naturally sensitive to his touch. She squirmed beneath him and with a harsh groan he pressed his hips against hers and silenced her movements with the weight of his desire. She moaned in pleasure, her body having just enough common sense left to spread her legs wider in welcome.
Alex cursed under his breath and began kissing her with furious need, his lips sweeping down her neck and latching onto her nipple. After he’d sucked it into a stiff peak, he moved his dark head to bathe the other nipple in similar affection. Ellie was lost in sensation as she ran her hands through his hair and rubbed her aching body against the ridge of him with longing.
‘More,’ she whispered in a daze.
His head dipped lower and she bit her lip in anticipation. Strong rough fingers wrapped around the black lace of her underwear and pulled. She raised her hips to help him, not caring any more about her stupid hangups and insecurities. Only that she needed whatever intense pleasure he could give her.
The lace scratched lightly down her thighs and calves until he was able to slip off the scrap of fabric and toss it aside. His blue eyes caught in the moonlight, a smug smile on his handsome face.
He lowered his head to her leg, kissing his way to that special spot he’d found behind her knee, and she jerked a little at the overwhelming sensitivity of his tongue as it swirled over her skin. When she was panting with needy moans, he moved higher, licking and teasing the inside of her thigh until she thought she couldn’t take it any more.
‘Please,’ she uttered on a guttural moan.
He took pity on her, moving his head and shoulders between her thighs. Easing her legs wider with a nudge of his arms, she complied eagerly and draped her thick thighs over his equally thick shoulders. He laved his tongue against her clitoris with eager abandon, her hips pressing against him with each swirl of his mouth.
She was so ready for him she cried out in pleasure the first time his tongue dipped inside her. He gave a satisfied chuckle and kept moving with an enthusiasm she found liberating.
In only a handful of moments, she was riding wave after shattering wave of climax. Shocked by the force of her release, she cried out again, her hand gripping his hair and tugging him closer as the tension within her burst into a thousand falling stars behind her eyes.
Afterwards, she was nothing more than a boneless pool of satisfaction, her skin still tingling and her heart still racing.
Never had it been like this.
Never.
Chapter Thirty
Alex grinned at Ellie, so sexy in the moonlight, her lush figure all relaxed and thoroughly satisfied, like a cat stretching in front of the fire.
As if she’d gifted him an Academy Award in lovemaking, her responses had been so passionate and raw that they’d driven him to the edge of madness. But he was determined to do right by her, to give her as much pleasure as he could before he took his own. He wondered if he could make her come again. He hoped so.
He slipped off his trousers and boxer shorts, then took out the packet he’d conveniently stashed in his wallet and opened it carefully.
‘An Eddie special?’ Ellie commented, her voice husky and breathless.
He paused. ‘Yes. Are you okay for… more?’
‘God yes.’
He grinned at her reply and quickly rolled the condom down his cock. When he looked up, Ellie was staring at him with slack-jawed admiration, and a wave of dizzying excitement rushed down his body until he was aching beneath her hot gaze.
She was going to be the death of him… but what a way to go.
Ellie raised herself up onto her elbows, her large breasts distracting him from her pretty face as they bobbed with her movement. Her velvet lips pressed against his own and he gladly fell back into the spiralling passion that so readily built between them. With a groan he moved forward, needing her softness against his hardness. The need to possess her and thrust himself inside her was almost overwhelming.
He wanted her wrapped around him, whimpering his name and clawing his back as they made love. He wanted her waking up next to him every day, and reaching for him at night.
He wanted all of this and more.
Pinning her down, he rained kisses on her face, breasts and hips. His fingers brushed against her clitoris and came away slick with wetness. He positioned her legs and hips just how he wanted them, then grasped himself and eased into her soft body, gritting his teeth to stop from coming too soon. She welcomed him with a moan, and it was all the permission he needed to press into her hard and take what she offered. Her hips rocked against his, seeking release, and he tempered his thrusts in the hope of wringing out more pleasure from her body. When she began to tighten around him, their bodies were so slick with sweat and desire that they slid against one another easily. A familiar heat began to build within him and he plunged harder, using her moans and cries as a road map to their climax.
She stiffened, arching against him like a bow, her inner muscles spasming around his cock. Relieved and elated, he gathered her in his arms and joined her, grinding wildly until with a shuddering groan he allowed his own orgasm to rip through him.
He collapsed into her embrace and nuzzled into her soft hair, breathing in the musky, salty scent of her skin and perfume. His fingers unconsciously tightened on her, unwilling to let go of her for the moment.
‘This is thebestholiday,’ she teased softly, but her words caused the sweat on his skin to chill, and he shivered as he lifted his weight onto his arms and off her.
He didn’t want it to be just a holiday.
