“Only because of the bunk beds,” she retorts with an exaggerated eye roll, but I see the smile she’s struggling to hide.
“I’d like to think he’ll enjoy living with me too.” I certainly hopeso, at least. Hell, I’ll probably have an easier time convincing Oliver to move in with me than I will with Ella.
Ella shifts beneath me, pushing her groin against mine. “Can we maybe discuss this a little later? I’d really like to get you to take off your clothes now.”
I chuckle as I lean down to peck her lips. “Oh? You’re sounding incredibly needy, Ms. Langley.”
“I am,” she sighs dramatically. “I’m aching, Leo.”
Well, shit. Far be it me to keep my woman unhappy. Jumping up, I rip my shirt off, then dance around as I try to remove both pant legs simultaneously. I lose my balance, fall backward against the door, then jump forward until I can fall onto the bed again. Ella’s laughter reverberates around the room. “What the hell was that?”
“I may have misjudged my ability to disrobe as quickly as I thought I could,” I answer sheepishly. Before she can say anything else, I grab hold of the waistband of her shorts, yanking them down, happy to see I managed to grab her underwear as well. I lean forward and place a gentle kiss against her abdomen, and hear Ella’s quick intake of breath. Kneeling beside the bed, I grab her ankles, manhandling her to the edge of the bed. “Thighs open, baby. I’m starving.”
“Oh, my,” she whispers, as I lean forward to drag my tongue through her wetness, from bottom to top, then swirl it around her clit. Ella grabs a handful of my hair, shamelessly gyrating against my face, as I draw figure eights with my tongue around her pussy. So close, but not right there, and I feel how agitated Ella gets. When I slowly slide one finger inside her, she moans rather loudly. “Leo, you’re killing me!”
I chuckle against her, making her entire body shake with the movement. I know she wants to come. But I also know the edging makes the orgasm worth the wait. Honestly, it’s kind of a metaphor of the two of us. If I knew we’d get here today, I’d do everything the same with Ella. I wouldn’t mind the years-longbreakup, if it meant we’d find our way back together again. I’d wait forever for her.
When I barely crest my tongue over her clit, Ella whimpers, attempting to control my head a laRatatouille-style, by grabbing my hair. A sheen of perspiration covers her body as her legs quiver around me, and she grabs one breast roughly. Deciding enough is enough, I suck hard on her clit, then add a second finger inside her channel. When my fingers rub against her G-spot, Ella screams out her orgasm, her thighs clamping down on my head so I can’t move. Not that I would. I’m perfectly content where I am, eating her out, knowing I’m the only man who has ever done this. Who will ever do this.
I quickly bring Ella back up for a second orgasm, then patiently stroke her through the aftershocks. I could get her off a bunch more, but tonight, I want the rest of her orgasms to be on my cock. And when I notice the floor-length mirror opposite the bed, I know exactly what I want to do.
Ella is smiling peacefully as she comes down, and I maneuver her into my arms. It’s not the easiest moving her when she’s basically dead weight, and she slurs, “What we doing?”
“Got an idea,” I grunt, finally sitting at the foot of the bed, her in my lap. Her head lolls against my shoulder, and her legs fall on the sides of mine. “Need you to focus, baby.”
“Mmm-hmm,” she murmurs, but she jolts when I reach around to pinch both of her nipples. “Oh! They’re super sensitive now.”
I laugh against her neck. “Well, that explains the time I got you off just by sucking on them.”
She giggles breathlessly. “That was such a good orgasm, too.”
“Noted.”
“So, why are we here —” Ella gasps, her posture straightening when she sees how I’ve positioned us to face the mirror. I watch as her eyes dance leisurely down our bodies, and she reaches a hand around to grab onto the back of my head. “Oh. Are we going to watch?”
“We are,” I answer simply, tweaking her nipples again. She shivers as I drag a fingernail across each diamond peak, and I keep my eyes on her as I nibble on her neck. “Put me inside you, Ella.”
She silently does what I’ve asked, positioning the head of my cock just inside her pussy, and then she slowly sinks down. So. Fucking. Perfect.
“God, baby. You were made for me,” I groan as Ella slowly begins to move. I drop my hands to her waist, helping her speed up, but she slaps my hands away.
“I’m in control,” she snaps. Fuck, it’s hot when she gets brazen like this. I slide one hand up to bracket her neck, while the other finds her nipple again. Her head drops back to rest on my shoulder, letting me whisper in her ear.
“You like taking what you want, baby?” She nods restlessly. “You enjoy when you’re in control, but I’ve got my hand around your neck?”
“I love when you do that,” she whimpers.
“I know you do. Do you like when I fuck into you like this?” I ask, as I jam my hips into her ass, making her cry out. “Do you really want to be in control, or do you want me to get you off as many times as possible?”
“That, that! I choose the second one!” she moans. I let go of her nipple, dragging my hand down her body to strum her clit. It only takes a few seconds until she seizes around me, her walls clamping down so hard that I almost come myself.
I get her off a fourth time in the same position, flexing my hand on her neck just slightly, and feel a wave of wetness coat me as she comes. I stand and turn, tossing her onto the bed, then pull her until she’s on her knees. Bending, I swirl my tongue around her back hole. Ella inhales harshly, her body stiffening, but then she relaxes against me. I circle her clit with my finger in the same pattern, and get her off for her fifth and sixth orgasms.
Spinning her so she’s facing the mirror again, I climb onto the bed behind her, then deftly slide my cock back inside her. Myinjured calf aches, but I force my brain to refocus. I’ve got the love of my life exactly where I want her, and I’ll be damned if I’m stopping because of a muscle spasm or cramp.
Ella lets out a guttural groan as I begin a punishing pace, only pausing to grab a handful of her hair. I only vaguely recognize her seventh orgasm, which sets off my own, and I come with a loud grunt. Pulling out, I paint her back and ass with my cum, then drag my fingers through it. Marking her. “Fuck, that’s hot.”
“How caveman of you,” she murmurs. “Marking me for all to see.”
