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Her soft skin feels like silk against my large, strong hands. The smell of her arousal mingles with our sweat. I have to concentrate to be able to catch my breath.
With each thrust, she meets me halfway, hissing through her teeth in delight. I can feel the anticipation building inside both of us. Her breasts bounce against my chest in time with each movement.
Her hips pick up speed, and we're both panting. The pressure builds inside me until it's too much to bear. I release myself into her warmth with a primal groan that echoes through the room.
Ellie cries out my name as she clenches around me, her nails digging into my shoulders involuntarily. We collapse onto the bed together, panting heavily as we catch our breath. She kisses me tenderly on the lips before rolling over onto her side to face me.
I kiss along her jaw and neck before trailing kisses down to her collarbone. My hands glide over every inch of her body. I feel my way from the small of her back to the curves of her hips, giving extra attention to the swell of her breasts and her dark, hard nipples against her brown skin.
She gasps when my fingers brush against her nipples lightly, and she arches into me. Her scent fills my nostrils, a mix of vanilla and sex that makes me want her more than anything else in this world.
As I position myself at her entrance once again, I feel how wet she is. How ready she is for more. My heart races and my cock throbs with anticipation as we both prepare for the next round.
I thrust into her slowly, feeling the slickness of her juices coat my shaft. Her gasps fill the air around us, mixed with soft moans and the sound of our bodies slapping together. Every inch of me disappears inside of her, stretching her walls around me like the most welcoming embrace.
Her legs wrap around my waist and pull me closer, grinding against me in a motion that sends tremors through my body. Her breasts bounce with each movement as if begging for my mouth's attention.
My hands roam over her hips, enjoying the soft curves that fit perfectly against my touch.
She meets every one of my thrusts with equal force, driving us both wild with pleasure. As I thrust deeper and deeper inside Ellie, I feel my orgasm building fast, fueled by her moans and gasps. Her tight walls clench around me, urging me closer still while her breasts sway with each movement.
Her muscles grip my cock tighter than a vise, and her nails dig into my back. In unison, we let out a primal scream that echoes through the room.
Her body quivers underneath me as she reaches climax. I feel my own release pulse hotly inside her, filling her up with a thick flow of warm ejaculation.
The sensations are overwhelming, an intense rush of pleasure like lightning striking beneath the surface of the skin. Our breaths come in sharp gasps and ragged pants, our hearts thumping wildly in our chests as we both try to catch our breath after that intense climax.
16
ELLIE
These days of getting to know each other and nights of making love have felt exactly like the visions of marriage I had when I was a girl. Which is singularly terrifying.
This isn’t supposed to be real. I know that. It’s a chance for me to have a baby, and it’s a chance for Cedrick to satisfy his father.
“Don’t fall for him. Don’t fall for him,” I keep telling myself.
When we kissed at the altar two days ago, it put every other experience up until that point to shame. Then, that changed again on our wedding night, when he looked in my eyes and made love to me. And then yesterday, there was the breakfast in bed and the long, sensuous lovemaking sessions that made up the entire day afterward.
He’s the perfect husband. Or he would be, if any of this were real.
Cedrick welcomes me into the kitchen with a raised spatula, eggs freshly finished.
“Good morning, Ellie. Do you want toast?”
Don’t smile too big. This isn’t real. You’re playing house.
“I would love that, Cedrick. It’s like this is becoming a tradition. Don’t you want me to start cooking for you?”
“I guess at some point, we can split it. But I like spoiling you.”
I try not to smile too hard as I make myself look away, but it’s impossible. I know I won’t be able to keep a poker face.
He moves comfortably around the kitchen, putting all of the pieces together for my breakfast and placing it on the table. He sits down with his own plate.
“So, big plans today?” he asks me.
I’m taken aback, trying not to let my disappointment show. I shouldn’t have gotten too used to the idea of us doing things as a unit, so I’m grateful that he’s putting up boundaries, demarcating our lives.
