You can never say I’m not a man who doesn’t know what he wants. Ellie gazes down at me hotly as she slowly unties the back of her bikini top. It loosens but doesn’t expose any skin until she slips it over her head and her breasts hang free. Gradually, teasingly, she leans forward and skims one nipple over my lips. I latch onto it and suck hard, causing us both to moan. As I lick and nibble and bite the little stone her nipple has become, Ellie eagerly lines up the head of my erection with the entrance of her pussy. I can’t wait; I’m beyond desperate so I thrust upward, obtaining the penetration I so desperately need. Her head snaps back and her body bows as my entire length is submerged in her completely.
“Do I feel good?” Ellie asks as she takes me, engulfing my cock entirely in her tight, wet channel.
“You know you do. Nothing feels as good as you,” I groan against her breast, sucking the skin until it turns purple.
“Nothing?” She starts to rock her hips in an elongated movement, stroking my entire dick from base to tip.
“Nothing. Not one thing on the face of this Earth feels better than you,” I hiss as we fuck leisurely, Ellie in complete control.
“I could say the same.” She sits up straight and arches her back, giving me a bird’s-eye view of her naked body. I’m close to ripping the shirt around my wrists in two. If she doesn’t start moving quickly and feed my body more, my arousal is going to spark into an unstoppable fury.
“Ellie.” I grind my teeth and pull on the headboard until the wood strains, “move.”
“Beg me.” She plants her hands on my chest and digs her nails into my skin. “Beg me to make you come.”
Fuck! Little brat, she’s using my own tactics against me, spurring my need to soar and the beast to howl as she purposely torments me.
“Please.” I clench my jaw as she tortures me with pleasure. “Please, baby, make me come.”
“Let me come,” she corrects me.
I inhale hard. “Letme come.” I stare into her eyes. I can’t imagine what I look like—inside I’m a shitstorm of raging hormones, on the outside, I’m trying frantically to keep my cool. I wonder if Ellie knows which side is winning out? “Ellie, goddamn it, please,” I growl as I buck beneath her, her muscles clenching my cock brutally. This submissive bullshit is for the birds. I just want to grab her hips, flip her over, and fuck her until she screams, but Ellie seems to have her own agenda. Not to mention, her own frustratingly slow pace.
She leans down and kisses me hard, driving her tongue between my lips, assailing my mouth. “Good boy,” she rasps as she begins to move, riding me fast, digging her nails even deeper into my chest until she’s close to drawing blood.
Watching Ellie does something to me. It affects me in ways that I never believed imaginable. Letting her take control, feeling her body move, and seeing her cheeks heat with arousal physically destroys me. “Fuck! I’m going to come.” My cock sharpens and my tendons threaten to tear as my orgasm speeds through my system.
“Me, too,” Ellie hisses, her face tight as she keeps up the mind-bending rhythm. A few seconds later, she moans above me as I explode beneath her. Her throbbing pussy milking my climax for everything it’s worth. Once the two of us are depleted, she collapses on top of me.
“God,” I tear my shirt to shreds in order to release my hands and secure Ellie in my arms with this overwhelming need to hold her.
There are so many emotions escalating through me, I can barely get my thoughts straight.
“You okay?” Ellie asks, as if she can see my instability dancing like a shadow on the wall.
I don’t answer.
“Kayne?” Ellie lifts her head worried.
“I’m fine,” I finally answer. “That was just . . . Was just . . . way more than watching your tits bounce in the air.”
We stare at each other for a beat then erupt into laughter. For me, it’s a cathartic laugh. Being with Ellie is just so goddamn easy. Every stressful moment of my life seems to fade away.
Seems to never have existed.
“You scared me for a second.” She lies back down.
“You scare me every second,” I admit, threading my fingers into her hair.
“Why?”
“You do things to me, Ellie.”
“Like tie you up with your undershirt?”
“That would be one thing,” I chuckle. “But not exactly what I mean. I’ve never been able to relax. I’ve always been anxious and on edge. But with you, I feel calm. It’s new.”
Ellie smiles shyly at me then kisses my chest right where her name is tattooed. She doesn’t say a word because nothing needs to be said. We just lay there lazily as she nestles her face against my side while I brush my hand along her back.
