I exploded with a scream. And he held me there while I writhed like a madwoman on top of him. And then while I was still pulsing, still gasping, he flipped me over.
I barely noticed the reverse angle except that I was suddenly surrounded in softness. Then there was lots of movement and abruptly, my legs were spread wide. I heard a growl as something tore. A condom wrapper, I think, but I barely cared. I was still soaring.
Then he lifted my hips, and I felt his heat. A split second’s recognition—no more—and then…
I was impaled.
Gloriously, wonderfully penetrated.
Yes!
Where I thought I was still floating, his penetration grounded me. It gave me a focus as my body abruptly gripped him. Not just my sex, but my legs, my hands, and my mind. Everything was centered on him.Take me. Have me. Drill me. Fuck me.
Every dirty analogy, every filthy word burst through my thoughts. And rather than shocking me, it ratcheted my body to higher pleasure. Every part of me was an animal wanting to be taken in the most primal way. I wanted him inside me so deep that he never left.
He was mine.
Harder. Deeper.
“Yes.”
He was saying that word, I suddenly realized. Repeating it with every thrust.
“Yes. Yes. Yes.”
And then he came. He slammed forward and ground against me while I screamed in animalistic glory.
Mine!
Chapter Fifteen
Jake
I can usually tell when a girl is freaking out. It’s a matter of opposites. If she’s a quiet girl, she’ll start babbling. If she’s a talker, she goes silent. Either way, her eyes will get wild as she tries to look at everything and nothing all at once.
But with Ellie, I wasn’t sure. She was such an exciting mix of contradictions, I didn’t know what to expect. I’d seen her shy and uncertain at the barbecue, but she’d definitely had a wild side on my hotel balcony and for the last half hour in bed. She could be talkative about food, but mute in front of a camera. So if she was freaking out right now, I couldn’t tell.
Especially since I think I blacked out for a moment from the intensity of my orgasm. I unloaded into her while she was crying out my name. I collapsed beside her so I didn’t hurt her, and then we just both lay there, trying to catch our breath, for I don’t know how long. I’m pretty sure that’s when I blacked out.
But eventually she shifted, and I moved to accommodate her. But then my ribs started to hurt, so I moved some more. Eventually I mustered the energy to clean up before I dropped back into bed beside her. I wanted to pull her close, but she’d pulled the sheet up to her chin. And that was when I started to grow anxious.
Her eyes were closed, her body absolutely still except for the steady rise and fall of her breathing. She could have been asleep, but I didn’t think so.Wasshe freaking out? And how bizarre was it that suddenly, I had no percentages running through my head whatsoever.
“Ellie?” I asked.
“Hmm?”
“You okay?”
“Yeah. Still floating some.”
“Great.” There was silence while I studied her some more. I had no clue that she was feeling insecure or anything, but I couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that she wasn’t quite as calm as she appeared. “Why do I think you’re freaking out?”
Her eyes opened slowly, and she focused on me. A single, steady regard that started with narrowed eyes but widened to… Yup. There it was. Panic, pure and simple.
“Ellie? Can you tell me what you’re thinking?”
“I…uh…that was…pretty intense.”
