A mess—a panting, quivering mess.
Me, mess. Her, gorgeous. This, unbelievable. Fucking unbelievable.
“Oh my God,” she groaned as she began rocking her hips—tiny movements against her fingers as they slid over her clit. She was messy and wet and wonderful between her legs, and fuck, it was taking everything in me not to pounce on her. I wanted to taste her. I wanted to lie between her legs and devour her. I wanted to be inside her—in any fucking way possible.
But I couldn’t, so I pretended. My grip tightened, and I imagined it was the squeeze of her pussy or the suction of her mouth.
God, I loved being inside her. Imissedbeing inside her.
Ellie sighed prettily, and goddamnit, all I wanted was to be the one who was making those sounds come out of her mouth for the rest of her life. I wanted to do things to her that would make her sigh and whine and scream.
Once again, I pretended. I watched her expression, noting the way she bit down on her lip, and the slight quiver of her temple and the furrow of her brow. I imagined she was making that face because of the way I was touching her, the way I was fucking her, the way I was devouring her. Her eyes caught on mine, widened with heat and shock—a wildness in them.
It was too good and hot and so fucking perfect. She trapped me with that deep brown gaze of hers, and I was hooked morethan ever in this fantasy, this moment of make-believe where we were together again.
And while suspended in disbelief, I was in heaven.
As my hips jerked and my hand stroked my throbbing cock, I was in absolute bliss—watching her, thinking about her, drowning in her again.
But then she tipped her head back and closed her eyes, breaking the connection.
And I refused to lose her again.
“Eleanor,” I snapped, needing to get her attention again.
Needing to get her back.
She sighed, seeming to melt into the couch, even while she continued to stroke her clit. My name, barely audible, slipped through her lips.
“Look at me, El.” I would beg if I had to. “You wanted to watch, so watch. Watch how I stroke my cock while I pretend I’m inside you.”
“I’m pretending, too,” she breathed, and then I watched as two fingers worked inside her cunt, making it to her knuckles before she paused. “What do you think I’m picturing on the back of my eyelids?”
A stream of air hissed through my lips as I struggled to form words, a response.
“I’m afraid I’m going to touch you,” she confessed. “I’m afraid if I keep looking, I’m going to crawl right onto your lap and—” Ellie broke off with a moan as she sank her fingers further inside her cunt, and I squeezed my cock, pretending that was me.
“Ride me?” I supplied for her. “Is that what you’re picturing?”
She nodded, her lips parting as a breathy sigh came through them. She withdrew her fingers, sliding them up to rub her clit, and her entire lower body seemed to twitch from the stimulation.
“Fuck,” I groaned. Everything about this was too much and too good. The pretend image of her climbing onto my lap, the very real image of her spreading her legs for me—it all nearly sent meover the edge. But there was still something missing. Something I needed. “El,look at me,” I repeated, desperate.
“But—”
“I’ll take the risk of you touching me.” Didn’t sound like much of a risk at the moment, to be honest. “Pretend I’m inside of you with your eyes open,” I begged. “Please.”
I needed her to stay here with me.
“Okay.” A tortured whisper slipped through her lips. “Okay, Sawyer.”
She obeyed, dipping her chin, eyelids slowly lifting, gaze going straight to my cock, where my hand had stilled at the head of it. Then her attention flicked to my face, curiosity shining in her expression.
“Good girl,” I praised, melting beneath her stare. “Now, put your thumb on your needy clit.” She did, and I added, “Then take your two fingers and—” Ellie cut me off with a breathy, pleasured exhale as she immediately moved into position for me and began pushing two fingers inside her pussy. “Wait,” I breathed. “Not so fast.”
A look of annoyance flashed over Ellie’s face, and I released a rough chuckle.
“Just…movewithme, El,” I encouraged before working my hand down my throbbing length in a slow stroke, waiting for her to catch on.
