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I stop and pull back, and when I see her eyes glistening my heart kicks in my chest. “What’s wrong?” I search her eyes.
She bites her lip and shakes her head.
“Ellery,” I grip her chin. “Talk to me. What’s wrong? Do you not want this?”
The water pours down on us, soaking us the way it did the night I left her, and when she looks at me and says nothing, I ease out of her. This goes no further. She’s not ready.
“No.” She grabs my arm when I reach behind me to turn the shower off. “Don’t stop. I want this. I want you.”
“Then what is it?” I drop my hand and focus my eyes back on her.
“I…I haven’t been with anyone since you.”
Breath rushes out of my lungs as I stare at her in disbelief. “Say that again?”
“I haven’t…I couldn’t…”
I slide my hand to her cheek and cup it, stroking her wet skin with my thumb. “Are you telling me you haven’t had sex with anyone since me?”
“They weren’t you.” She looks down as if she’s embarrassed. “No one is.”
That’s why she is so tight. Ellery is still mine. I am still the first, and only. Which also means that the cry she let out a moment ago was not in pleasure.
This can’t be the way she has sex for the first time after two years. It has to be slow and tender.
Turning off the shower, I open the door and get out, grabbing a fresh towel, and wrapping it around her shoulders. She looks at me pityingly, as if she’s done something wrong. But what she doesn’t realize is she’s the only one that has done everything right this entire time.
That’s what she meant earlier when she said she was paying me back for all the blue balls of her own that she didn’t satisfy—and why she was so angry that night after the cove when I first arrived. Ellery has been loyal to me, to us, this whole time. While I was trying to forget her with baseball, pussy, and whiskey, she only wanted me. Only wanted us.
Knowing I am the only guy to have her sends a fiery lance of possession through me. I don’t know what will happen when the summer is over, but getting over my feelings for her is no longer part of it.
I don’t want to fuck Ellery out of my system. I want to ingrain myself on her soul because the truth is, I will always want her. And if I can’t have her, I want to claim the part of her that will always belong to me and mark it as mine so no other man dares to try and claim it for himself.
I sweep her up and carry her out of the bathroom, wet feet slapping against the floor as I make my way over to my bed. Laying her down gently, I kiss her with command, then pull back to admire her. There is not one inch of her I don’t want and she has to feel it. She has to feel everything she did that first time.
Working my way down her body, I trail soft kisses along eachcurve, every inch of skin, and when I settle between her legs and push them apart, she sighs and grabs my head with one hand, while twisting the comforter with the other.
As I kiss the inside of her thigh I watch her lips part, and the tip of her tongue dart out between her lips. But when I part her slick slit and consume her from clit to cunt, I focus on drawing out an earth shattering orgasm like she has never had.
She writhes under me, moaning until her breath turns into short, quick pants, and when I bring her to climax and taste her sweet arousal on my tongue, her body shakes.
I hold her legs down, lapping at her like she is breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert, and when her muscles slacken and I know she is ready for me, I push up on my haunches.
She watches me dazedly and it reminds me how much I used to love this—the moment between arousal and bliss, when possession and anticipation flooded my veins as I prepared to take what was mine.
I push her legs apart and rub the head of my cock against her slick slit, and when I ease into her again, she’s wet and warm, and I slide right in.
She keeps her eyes locked on mine as I ease into her all the way, and when I fill her completely, she lets out not a cry, but a moan of pleasure. She still fits me perfectly, and no one has ever felt so right.
“God, yes,” her eyes glisten, “just like that.”
If this is her first time since me, it needs to be right. No matter what happens from here on out, this has to be a moment she remembers.
“Does that feel good?” I suck on her lower lip and give it a tug while easing in and out of her steadily.
She grabs my face and nods. “So good.”
She lifts her leg and runs it down my lower back to my thigh, and when our hips start to grind, and sweat coats our skin, shelocks her eyes on mine.
