Ellie leaned down, brushing soft, lingering kisses across my chest. Each one deeper than the last. Her mouth teased—nibbling, licking, sucking—until my whole body vibrated with need.
My hands roamed her curves, sliding over her thighs, gripping the fullness of her ass as she rocked against me, kissingme with a hunger that matched the slow burn rising between us. She slid her tongue into my mouth, and I met it with mine, greedy for the taste of her, the feel of her, the heat pulsing between us.
Heavy breaths. Low grunts. Soft moans. They filled the space like a rhythm we created together, a give and take. Her body, mine. Two puzzle pieces slotting into place in the most intimate way.
I broke the kiss, just enough to study her face. Her lips were swollen, kiss-bruised, and so damn tempting.
“I love you,” she muttered.
Finally.
Fucking finally.
The words I’d waited so damn long to hear, and yet, the moment they left her lips, they hit me harder than I expected. They made me feel unsteady, like my world had shifted in an instant.
But that was all I needed.
Still wrapped around me, I stood and flipped her onto her back in one smooth motion, hovering over her as if I’d never let her go again. My mouth found her neck, her collarbone, her chest. My lips frantic, reverent, kissing every inch of her like she might disappear.
I needed her to feel it.
All of it.
How deeply I loved her. How long I’d been holding it back.
I lowered my lips to her chest again, just over her heart, and kissed her there. Then I began peeling her clothes away piece by piece.
Her pajama shirt, gone.
Shorts, flung somewhere across the room.
And then she was bare beneath me, skin golden and flushed, body open and aching for my touch. I drank her in, handsskimming up her stomach to her breasts, thumbs brushing over her nipples until they hardened under my touch.
I leaned in, taking one soft peak into my mouth, sucking slowly before letting it pop free, only to dive back in again. Her moan spilled out instantly, needy and low, spurring me on.
“Harder,” she panted, breath hot against my cheek.
So I obeyed, adding just enough teeth to make her gasp. Her hand flew to her other breast, fingers toying with the nipple I hadn’t claimed yet.
“You like that, baby?” I asked, my cock straining hard against my zipper.
Ellie nodded, her eyes fluttering shut as she gave herself over to the sensation.
She could have anything. Anything she asked for, I’d give her. No hesitation. No questions. If harder was what she wanted, I’d be happy to obey.
As her fingers worked one breast and my mouth tortured the other, I slipped a hand between her thighs and plunged a finger inside her without warning. She cried out, her body arching into me as I found a rhythm—slow at first, then faster, deeper. I braced myself above her, one foot still on the floor, the other knee digging into the couch as I held myself steady.
“Oh,” she breathed when I added a second finger, pushing harder. Her wetness clung to me, the sound of it driving me wild.
“Is this for me, Ace?” I asked, pulling my fingers from her and holding them up.
“Yes,” she whispered, breath ragged, body trembling.
Grinning, I brought my fingers to my mouth and sucked them clean, moaning around the taste of her. I licked between them slowly, like she was the sweetest thing I’d ever had.
“Good,” I said, voice low and thick. “Because this pussy is mine.”
I undid my pants and freed myself—hard, aching, desperate to be inside her. I stroked the length of it, dragging the tip along her slick folds, teasing her clit while I tried to catch my breath.
