Fucking hell, I was going to lose it. With one hand on her back, holding her where I wanted her, my other hand wandered south, cupping that gorgeous ass. Slapping her hard, my dick grew as she cried out. I thrust my hips up, telling her what I needed.
Her hair fell forward, tickling my nose as she rose up on her knees and took me inside her again. Every time was like heaven and hell at once. My dick was burning for more, needing to feelher always around me. But I knew I would eventually blow, and then I would be cold without her.
I was too close. I couldn’t hold on any longer, not when her perfect body was riding me so well. Grabbing her ass cheeks, I tugged her up, then slammed her back on my cock. She took over quickly, riding me hard, tossing her head back as she cried out as her body shattered around mine.
Wrapping my arms around her, I fucked into her hard, holding her close to me. Cum shot from my dick, filling her so fully as I held her down, panting hard as I rubbed my nose against her soft skin.
Fuck, that was exactly what I needed.
Her fingers softly scraped against my scalp as she rested her head on my shoulder. As my eyes slipped closed and my breathing returned to normal, I knew I was far from done with her. It would take at least three more times tonight to be depleted, and even then, I might not be able to let her leave the bed in the morning.
If we ever made it to the bed.
Leaning back, I cupped her face as she tried to hide from me. “Something wrong, Ellie?”
She chuckled, ducking her head against my shoulder again. “You’ve seen me naked.”
A low growl rumbled in my chest. “Fucking hell, I’m gonna need to see you naked all the time.”
I stood and carried her down the hall to the bedroom, my dick still firmly lodged inside her where I planned to have it for the rest of the night.
There was no way I was getting any sleep as long as I had her naked beside me.
The smellof coffee woke me, and for a second, I didn’t recognize the room I was in. That wasn’t unusual since I hadn’t yet adjusted to being back in Montana. Part of me always expected to wake up in my apartment in New York with Bianca beside me.
And yet, the smile on my face when I realized I was in Ellie’s bed was so much more satisfying. I was just about to get up when Ellie walked into the room carrying two mugs of coffee.
That alone was more enticing than any woman simply smiling at me. But there was something very wrong with this picture.
She was wearing my shirt.
My good mood instantly fled. She wasn’t supposed to be wearing that. It didn’t look right on her, not when she could be wearing anything else of mine. But that?—
“Take it off,” I snapped, my voice coming out harsher than I intended.
The smile on her face instantly fell. She stood there, cups in hand, not knowing what to do.
“I said take it off!”
She jumped slightly, then slammed the mugs down on her dresser, the coffee sloshing over the sides, and tore the shirt from her body, instantly covering herself. With her eyes downcast, she rummaged around her room until she found something to clothe herself, and the whole fucking time, I was cursing myself for ruining this moment.
I flung the covers off and hustled over to her, one hundred percent naked. The moment I heard the first sniffle, I wanted to punch myself in the face.
“Ellie,” I said softly, turning her to face me. “It’s not you,” I whispered.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to presume?—”
I gripped her chin and forced her to look at me. “It’s not you,” I repeated.
A single tear dripped down her face, and as I brushed it away, I knew my words were not enough. I might not have to tell Ellie everything, but I had to explain my reaction. Otherwise, everything that happened last night would mean nothing.
“I don’t want to see you in my shirt. I mean, not that shirt.”
“Why?”
“Because…it’s a reminder of something I don’t want. Of something I used to have.”
When her face fell even further, I knew I was only fucking this up. Tugging her over to the bed, we sat down and I attempted to explain in a way that didn’t make me sound like an ass or make her feel like she wasn’t worthy of the damn shirt.
