I reluctantly set her down so she can find her keys and open her front door, but the entire time I keep myself pressed up against her sweet body, kissing her bare shoulders.
“Marcus, it’s really hard to focus when you do that,” she giggles.
“Good,” I rumble into her skin with a smile, not stopping what I’m doing for a second.
Finally, she gets her door open and we rush inside. Ella turns to me and tugs impatiently at the bottom of my shirt. I pull it off and I swear to God the sigh she makes almost has me coming in my pants.
“This dress needs to go, baby,” I growl, then I grab the hem and lift it slowly over her head. She’s not wearing a bra, so Ella is standing before me in nothing but pale blue lace panties. The sheer need in her eyes is all I need to see before I scoop her up into my arms again and walk quickly to her bedroom. I lay Ella out on her bed, and she reaches up to pull me on top of her. Our kiss is slow this time, unhurried. It’s as if our bodies have realized we have all the time in the world now. We’re together again and I’ll be damned if I let anything keep us apart.
I pull my lips away from hers and make my way down the slope of her neck, to where her breasts await my attention. Her rosy nipples are already perked and aroused, and when I suck one into my mouth, Ella moans with pleasure.
“You like that, beautiful? Did you miss my mouth?” I ask, greedily sucking and playing with her breasts.
“Yes, oh God yes, Marcus.” she says breathily.
I need more. So, I work my way down her body, licking, kissing, and nipping everywhere I touch. Her skin is soft and warm under my touch; familiar, yet not. Like I’m exploring a favorite place for the first time in a long time. But before I get to the heat between her legs, I stop and lift myself back over top of her. I prop up on one elbow, and use my other hand to stroke down her face.
“Ella, I can’t hold it in any longer. I love you. I think I’ve loved you since the moment you used “fudge” as a swear word on the ferry. You found a place in my heart when we ate salmon burgers on the beach. And I knew I wanted you forever the first time you came apart in my arms. I love you, beautiful girl, and I always will. That’s a promise.”
Ella’s smile grew with every word I said, but where I expected her usual happy tears, there’s nothing but sheer joy in her eyes.
“I love you, too, Marcus. You complete a part of me I didn’t know I was missing. You’re all of my dreams come true and more. Love me forever, and I’ll promise to do the same.”
I have no words, so I pour my love into her through a kiss. Somehow, I manage to remove my shorts and underwear, and then her panties, and finally we’re naked together.
“I need you now, please, Marcus. I need you,” Ella begs. I quickly lean over to grab a condom from my shorts on the floor. Her eager hands help roll it on, and then I’m sliding home into her hot, wet core.
“Oh, fudge,” she breathes, and it’s so perfectly Ella, I drop my head and chuckle. She starts to giggle as well and the movement causes her to tighten around my cock, changing my chuckle into a groan.
“This requires more than kindergarten-friendly swear words for me, baby. Fuck, you feel good.” My voice is hoarse as I slowly begin to move my hips, sliding in and out of her slick folds. This is heaven.
Ella meets me thrust for thrust, lifting her hips in perfect synchronicity. It doesn’t feel like it’s only our second time together. No, she’s a part of me in this and in everything. We’re two souls entwined into one.
“God, I love you, Ella Michaels. I love you so fucking much.”
My movements speed up and I can feel my orgasm barreling down on me. Ella’s cries are becoming more and more sharp, and I can tell by the tightening around my cock that she’s close as well.
“Yes! Marcus! Love….you…Marcus…YES!” With one final cry, her body convulses in pleasure, and I follow with one final grunt and thrust of my hips.
I almost collapse onto her, but manage to move to the side so I don’t crush her. I’m drained, physically and emotionally. Confessing my love and being with her again has erased all of the tension that built up over the last ten days, leaving behind a peaceful exhaustion.
We lay there for a while, letting our heart rates return to normal. My hands can’t stop exploring her body, mapping her curves and committing every single inch to memory. I find her ticklish spot below her ribs and the spot just above her hip bone that makes her gasp. She’s staring into my eyes with a soft smile on her face and no more words are needed right now.
I love her.
She loves me.
That’s all that matters.
Eventually, my stomach betrays me, so Ella and I get up to find some food in her kitchen. She’s wearing my T-shirt over those lace panties and I’ve got nothing but my boxer briefs on. Ella’s turned on some low music and the whole thing feels so domestic, so normal, and so completely unlike anything I’ve ever experienced with a woman. I guess that makes sense, since everything with Ella is different in the best possible way.
Once we have our plates loaded with sandwiches and fruit, we head out to her back porch. It’s private enough that it doesn’t matter we’re barely dressed. Ella turns sideways on the cushioned bench and lifts her legs over mine. We eat in comfortable silence for a while, but I know I need to talk to her soon. I need to tell her my plans for her, for us, and for the island.
It’s now or never.
“Ella, you know how I said I have to go back to the mainland in a couple of weeks or so to finish up some things,” I start. Ella puts her sandwich down and looks at me worriedly. I smile and try to change the nervous tone to my voice. “I’ll be coming back as quickly as I can and I was hoping that when I return you would be open to a roommate?”
Her mouth drops open and I laugh at her face. It takes a lot to render her speechless and I seem to have succeeded again.
