For a while, the silence is broken only by the sounds of us eating our burgers. Ella’s little moans and sounds of enjoyment are doing things to me that should be illegal, and she doesn’t even realize it.She’s mine…the thought crosses my mind and feels familiar. We just met, but she’s as necessary to my survival as the air I breathe.
I take the last bite of the best salmon burger I’ve ever had, crumple the wrapper, and toss it into the paper bag they came in. I brush my hands off on my legs and turn to Ella, only to let out a groan at the sight of her licking her fingers one by one.
“Fuck, woman. That’s…fuck,” I say hoarsely.
She winks at me impishly as she sucks one more finger, letting it go with a pop.
“That’s it, dinner’s over.”
I stand up, grab her hand, and pull her to stand against my body. I press my erection into her hips, and she answers with a wiggle of hers, which of course only serves to harden my cock even more. Unable to resist holding her anymore, I bend down and lift her up into my arms. When her legs wrap around my waist, I start to walk towards the path – or at least where I think the path is. It’s hard to see, given my eyes are closed as I kiss her deeply.
Ella is smart enough to break our kiss after a moment and moves her lips over to my ear. She whispers softly, “Take me home, Marcus.”
I don’t waste another second, spying the trail in the trees and striding purposely toward it. Once we’re at the road, she wiggles, and I let her down reluctantly. But when she tucks close into my side, I smile. She’s not getting far away from me ever again if I can help it. Does that make me sound like a caveman? Maybe. Do I care? Not at all.
We reach my car within minutes; one benefit to a small town, I suppose. If I’m being honest, this place is starting to charm me, and it’s not just because of Ella. There’s something nice about the slower pace, the friendliness of knowing your neighbors, and the quiet beauty of the island. I can see why Robert wants to build a development here and I think it could work. If it’s done right.
But all thoughts of work, Robert, and the development disappear when I park in front of Ella’s cottage. It’s charming, with a front yard full of flowers, light blue shutters on the windows, and a cobblestone path leading to the front door. I notice these details this time, whereas earlier when I picked her up, I was so focused on seeing her again I was oblivious to anything around me. Now, even knowing what’s about to happen between us, I’m so much more aware of everything. It’s as if Ella has opened my eyes to how much I’ve been missing in life these last few years. I see clearly now; I know what I want and what I need, and she’s standing beside me, unlocking the door to her house, and inviting me in. I just hope she’s also inviting me into her heart.
Inside, Ella walks around, turning on some lamps to bathe the room in a soft glow. I take in the textures and feel of her house; it feels like her. Warm, happy, and peaceful. It’s more than a house, it’s a home. Books line almost every surface, making me smile. My girl obviously loves to read, so her library comment earlier makes a lot more sense now. She turns to me, and the light behind her gives a halo effect that makes her look like the angel I’m beginning to believe she really is.
“So…”
Her voice is an aching combination of lust and nerves. My sole purpose becomes wanting to erase her nerves and satisfy our lust.
I prowl over to her and place my hands on her hips.
“So.”
She licks her lips and my restraint snaps. My hands tighten as my lips plunder hers. Her kiss is like a drug, and I need another hit, then another. Our tongues tangle together, and the fire between us explodes into an inferno. When I feel Ella’s hands crawl under my shirt, I reach one hand behind my head to pull it off. The flare of desire in her eyes is incredible, and I force myself to hold back and let her explore my body with her hands and her eyes. Her featherlight touch drifts over the phoenix tattoo on my pec, then travels down the smattering of hair that leads to the top of my shorts. But when she goes to undo the button, I stop her.
“Not yet, Ella. I need to see you first.”
My voice sounds hoarse, laden with arousal. I check her face, and when I see no sign of hesitation, I let my hands skim up the sides of her body, pulling her sweater off. My first glimpse of her luscious curves and I’m a goner. Her nipples are erect behind her bra, straining to be free, and I can feel my cock straining just as hard. My head bends down of its own volition and I tug her lace covered nipple between my teeth gently. When Ella moans, and her hands clutch at my hair, I continue licking, sucking, and lightly nipping at her breasts, alternating from one side to the other and using my hand to caress the one not being tormented by my mouth.
“Oh God, Marcus,” she moans, then she surprises me by reaching behind her back and unsnapping her bra, letting it fall away. Her eyes are burning into mine like fire, as I quirk a smile at her.
“That was my job.”
“You were taking too long.”
With that, Ella jumps into my arms, my hands reaching instantly around her body to cup her to me. Her legs squeeze my hips tightly as I stumble backward, vaguely remembering there was a couch somewhere near by. When I feel it at the back of my legs, I sit down. Ella is still straddling my lap, grinding her hips into mine. My hands travel up the expanse of her bare legs, wanting to feel more of her, but still wanting her to choose the pace. My prayers are answered when she shifts slightly and runs her hands down to where our bodies meet. She deftly unbuttons my shorts and sneaks her hand in to graze my rigid cock.
“Fuck, baby,” I moan, then flip her over so she’s laying with her back on the couch. Her eyes are filled with a fire that I know is reflected in my own. My lips and hands trail down her tanned stomach until I reach the top of her shorts. With one quick look up at her face to make sure those nerves have disappeared, I unzip her shorts and slide them down her legs, taking the scrap of lace she’s wearing underneath with them.
“Shit. You’re gorgeous, Ella. Is all this for me?” I run my finger through her glistening folds, inhaling her scent like it’s the most precious perfume.
“Yes…” she moans in response, as her hands clutch my shoulders.
I don’t need anymore encouragement as I lower my head and let my tongue sweep along her sex. She’s drenched for me and the taste of her fills my senses. Two more swipes and she’s moaning and writhing underneath me. I hold her hips in place with my hands and lose myself in devouring her. Every lick, nibble, and suck is driving me crazy, and she’s so responsive that when I slide a finger inside of her core, I can feel her throbbing around me already.
“Marcus, I’m going to…Oh God, Marcus!” She cries out as her release floods through her. I continue to worship her until every last drop is gone and her body has relaxed. Fuck, she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, but when she climaxes, I’m pretty sure the world stops turning.
I lift myself over her, propping onto my elbows on either side of her as I pepper kisses along her neck. Her eyes are closed, and her chest is still heaving from her orgasm. Eventually her arms drape across my back and her lips find mine. We kiss for a while and I can’t deny it’s fucking hot as hell she doesn’t mind that her essence is still all over me. She’s as lost to the passion between us as I am.
This time when her hands go to unbutton my shorts, I let her, and even help to ease them off my legs. Her small hand finds my rock-hard cock and gives it a stroke, which feels so goddamn good I drop my forehead to her shoulder and try to hold onto some self-control.
“You feel so fucking good, Ella,” I groan.
