When he pulled away, I was breathless.
“You’re hard again,” I said as I felt his length expand where we touched.
“I know,” he said. His finger twirled through my hair. It was a gentle touch that had the scent of my shampoo lingering between us. “It happens quite easily when I’m around you.”
My heart fluttered. Ellery really said whatever was on his mind. Though I didn’t live in his world that seemed full of people who said things they didn’t mean, something about his blatant honesty was so refreshing.
“Do you tease every girl like this?” I asked.
He brought the back of my hand to his lips, pressing a gentle peck there. “No. Just you.”
My heart was beating so wildly I was sure it would pound right out of my chest. I was certain he could hear it. It seemed as if I could hear his too. In this moment, I felt so connected to him, as if our bodies were moving in sync.
“I’ve never met anyone like you,” I said.
Ellery was really one of a kind. Someone I couldn’t crack no matter how hard I tried, and I liked that. Every bit of attitude I gave him, he returned in kind, and every bit of affection as well.
His eyes bounced around my face, as if trying to glean any secret meaning behind the words. But there wasn’t any. Ellery was a breed of his own, and one I’d come to admire.
He didn’t say anything, just brought our lips together in another passionate kiss. I gasped into his mouth as his hands began searching. First pulling at the piercings he seemed to love so much. He rolled them around in his fingers and twisted the bars. I could feel the rolling through my skin, and it sent a shudder down my spine.
“I like a lot about you,” he started. “I like your pretty red hair. Your hazel eyes. Your smile.” His fingers pinched me unexpectedly and I moaned aloud. “But I have to say, these, and this,” his hand trailed down my body to where my wet cunt lay ready for him, “have to be my favorite.”
“That has to be the most boy-coded thing you’ve ever said.” I snarked at the words, but each one set a fire within me. One that burned for Ellery Scott.
“I’ve never claimed to be any different.” He ducked below the covers to take my battered nipple into his mouth, licking away some of the ache of his previous pinches.
His fingers never left my pussy. It didn’t feel like he was actually trying to make me feel good, he was just exploring. His touch ran over my clit, down around my outer lips, back around my entrance. It was like he was learning me.
I ran my fingers through his silky curls, letting myself get lost in his touch, in his pleasure. His mouth moved to my other nipple, giving it the same treatment with his tongue.
His digits slipped inside me slowly, two at a time. Again, this touch felt more exploratory than purposeful. I gasped for air as he curled his fingers, grazing against that soft spot inside of me. All my nerves responded, making my entire body tingle in delight. I felt him smirk against my breast, as if he was satisfied with what he found.
He continued his light grazing, never pressing hard enough to push me further to the edge, just enough to keep me hanging there.
Then he added to it, beginning to scissor his fingers slightly. It stretched me in the most delightful way. Until he added a third finger and continued his stretching, then a fourth. I felt full in a way I never had. I was taking almost all of his hand. I didn’t even know Icoulddo that. I’d seen videos with fisting, but never truly thought I would be able to get close to that.
He pulled off my chest and came back up. His face was flushed and his lips were swollen from all the sucking. “Can you take more?” he asked.
His eyes shone with interest. Could I? After some brief thought, I think I wanted to try.
I nodded.
His smile was devious. “If it’s too much, tell me to stop.”
He disappeared beneath the blankets once again. I didn’t know what he was doing, but felt as his tongue touched my clit, rounding it, bringing me real, intentional pleasure.
“Yes,” I breathed.
His four fingers continued pumping in and out. These new, intentional motions changed things, bringing my desire closer to the surface.
He pulled almost all the way out, and his thumb pressed to my entrance. I tried to relax, let him in. He pushed a bit at a time. It was slightly uncomfortable at first, especially as that first knuckle breached me, but that soon gave way to pure bliss. His hand wasn’t in a full fist, more of a cone, but as the bottom knuckles entered me, it felt the way I suspected it would when I saw it done before. I was on the precipice of pleasure and pain, riding a line so thin I thought it may slice me in half.
He continued fucking me like that. At first, taking his time and being gentle, stretching me carefully, but as soon as I felt loose enough, he went harder. His hand
curled into a fist and went into me smoothly. Now every time he entered, he more than grazed my g spot. His knuckles pressed on it in all the right ways until I was crying out and shattering under his touch.
As I came, my body tried to squeeze around him, but it was too much. As I clenched, it forced his hand further onto every good spot inside of me, elongating the sensations.
