“Matt,” she moans, dragging my name out as she drops her head back.
I feel her flutter and then pulse around me, muscles squeezing my cock harder than I remember from the last time. As her orgasm takes over, I release her nipple and bury my face between her tits as I feel my own rip through me. I hold her hips down as I come, wanting to stay like this for the rest of my life.
“Fuck, Ellie,” I say between pants, letting the last of the pulsing pleasure run its course.
I lean back against the couch to get more air and feel Ellie slump forward. Wrapping my arms around her back, I soak in the divine pleasure that is holding a satisfied, naked Ellie. Our heavy breathing is all I can hear.
“See?” Her voice is muffled from where her head rests against my neck and shoulder.
“See what?” I ask her, still working to catch my breath.
“The sex is really good,” she says.
I’d normally chuckle at that, but there’s something so real about it that I find myself transfixed at the thought. The sex isreallygood. Likethebest I’ve ever hadgood. I’m fucking thirty-six and I didn’t know it could get better still.
I feel Ellie swallow. “Well, for me anyway,” she says quietly.
It takes me far too long to realize I never replied to her previous comment.
“Hey,” I tell her, tugging her off me enough so I can look at her. She responds and sits up, her pretty, flushed face making my heart give a heavy thump. “It’s literally the best sex I’ve ever had,” I tell her. “I was just thinking about that instead of telling you, like a dumbass.”
Ellie smiles at my declaration and leans in to kiss me. I pull her into me with my hand in her hair and do my best not to get carried away. I need to dispose of this condom before we run into anything risky. I gently pull her head back and peck her lips once more before gripping the base of the condom on my cock and letting Ellie lift herself off me. I grab my sweatpants from the floor and head to the bathroom.
Despite my earlier musings, I tie the condom off and drop it in her trash again, feeling distinctly unworried about her pulling anything crazy. I grab a towel before heading back.
She’s by the couch putting her shirt back on without her bra. I admire the view until she sees me standing there, staring at the perfection that is post-sex Ellie. Her hair is mussed and her pink cheeks highlight the sprinkling of freckles I love so much. Her bright caramel eyes are looking at me fondly.
How did I find her?I guess she kind of found me.
“That for me?” She points to the towel I had forgotten about in my hand.
I nod and walk the rest of the way over to her, dropping to my knees and using it to clean her up. I stand and bring it back to the bathroom where I saw an empty hamper before. I smile as I pass Ellie’s bedroom door that’s cracked. The room has clotheslitteringthe floor. It looks like it was ransacked.
Ellie is definitely not a neat freak. And she didn’t clean for me.
The signs have been obvious, but it’s really hitting me now that Ellie doesn’t care about impressing me. It slightly contrasts her shyness that peeks out sometimes, but ultimately fits with her confidence in herself I’ve picked up on. Ellie likes who she is.That makes two of us.
When I get back to the living room, she’s sitting on her hands, looking at me.
“You said you have a game tomorrow?” Her nose scrunches at the question.
I nod and tell her the game time. It’s an evening game, as most weekday ones are, but between the team meeting and everything else I do on game days I don’t actually have much free time. I know Ellie has the day off, so the schedule is definitely not ideal for trying to see her. Unless I can come over afterward…
I try not to get ahead of myself. Two nights in a row might be pushing my luck.
“So you have to be up early for your meeting thing?” Ellie’s face remains neutral, but I think I pick up some disappointment in her voice. I glance at my backpack by the door and decide to take a shot.
“Unfortunately, yes, but I brought my bag to stay over if you don’t mind my alarm going off at eight. It’s not too loud,” I tell her. I wasn’t going to invite myself to stay over originally, but she did mention that I was a good pillow earlier.
Ellie perks up. “Oh, I don’t mind, I’m just gonna—” She points toward her room as she stands and darts that way.
“I already saw all your clothes,” I call out.
She pauses at her bedroom door and turns back to me.
“I don’t want you to clean for me,” I say, raising an eyebrow at her and smiling.
She stares at me for a minute, then finally lets out aharrumphand goes to the bathroom instead. I hear the sink turn on and go to grab my own toothbrush from my bag. When I get to the half-open door, I can see Ellie bent over the counter, bare ass peeking out under her T-shirt. I feel my cock thicken at the sight and tell myself to calm the fuck down. At least until we get in bed.
