“Make me.” She states it before she turns and walks away from me. Years come flooding back to me as I quickly close the distance she’s walked before I grip around her throat, pulling her back into me.
“I know what you’re trying to do.” I tell her.
“What’s that?”
“You’re trying to tempt me.”
“What if I am?”
“Tonight’s not the night for you to be tempting me like that.” I can feel her throat vibrate under my hand as she laughs.
“Then what is tonight the night for?”
“If you want to feel something besides what you’re feeling right now.” Slowly she turns around, looking up at me. Standing on her toes, I feel her mouth press to mine and then I’m pushing her backwards out of the bedroom, down the hallway to the bedroom we stayed in last night. She reaches behind herself as she opens the door and we step through, kicking it closed behind me. Grabbing at my shirt, she pulls it up over my head.
“This is such a bad idea.” I tell her, causing a smile to spread across her face.
“We were always a bad thing, weren’t we?” She has a slight smirk on her face as she looks up at me through her lashes. “Axe, make me only feel this. Just one more time.” Pulling her shirt over her head, she takes my breath away. She’s just as I remember her. For a second, she looks at me and then she bites her lip, almost as if she’s suddenly back in reality and she looks down before she covers herself up.
“What are you doing?” I ask her as I laugh, walking over to her and shaking my head.
“Uh,” she whispers, suddenly self-conscious. “My body has changed a lot since the last time.”
“No, it hasn’t.” I whisper to her as I walk across the room to where she’s sitting on the bed. “You look exactly the same as every dream I’ve had about you.” A slight smile spreads on her face, but she’s still covering herself up.
“Nice try.” She rolls her eyes. “I had a baby. I know that my body has changed. It’s just how it goes.” She shrugs and I nod my head. “Stretch marks and all.” I can’t help the laugh that comes out before I step into her, and she looks up at me with that slightly concerned look. What am I going to do? Shaking my head at her, I laugh. “What?”
“Are you trying to act like you haven’t slept with anyone since the last time we did?” Knowing that she’s lying. Especially with the conversation that happened while we were packing up her house.
“No…” she trails before she looks away.
“Then what is it?” Reaching down and tilting her face up, by her chin, to look up at me.
“They didn’t have the before to compare it to. The 18-year-old, pre-baby body.”
“Oh babydoll.” I whisper to her and watch as her face softens. “Lay back.” But she doesn’t, she just looks back at me.
“Axe,” it comes out in a sad whisper, “just fuck me. This is just tonight, so you don’t have to be sweet to me.”
“Okay…” I pause before I nod. “Take your clothes off.” I sit down on the bed as she stands up, reaching around her back and unclasping it and slipping it down her arms. Glancing down at her jeans, she pops the button and slips both her jeans and panties down her legs.
With my index finger, I motion for her to come over to me. I can see her chest rising and falling. She moves onto my lap and straddles me as I grip into her hair and bring her mouth down to mine. “Shit.” I mumble before I reach out, placing my hand on her hip, stopping her for a second.
“What?”
“I don’t have… uh.” I hesitate. “Hold on, I’ll go look in the other bathroom.” Is it inappropriate to look in Oz’s bathroom for a condom to fuck his daughter the day he died? Okay... phrasing like that, maybe.
Trying to move her, she laughs, shaking her head. “What?”
“It’s fine.”
“Ella?” I look at her. “I mean, we really don’t want a repeat, do we?” I laugh.
“I can’t… uh.” She pauses, biting her lip. “I have an IUD, it's fine. And you’re the only one I haven’t with.” I smirk at her because it makes me fucking happy to hear her say that.
“Okay.” I nod to her before I turn, laying her down on the bed. Her hands are down on my belt as she unbuckles it and pulls it from my loops, a goofy grin on her face as she does it. And I know the thought of the first time is playing in her mind. Nodding my head, telling her I understand as I slip off my jeans and boxers. She reaches down, gripping a hold of my cock. Groaning out as I reach over, grabbing my belt and she smirks, biting her lip. “What do you want, Babydoll?”
“I’m not your babydoll.” She smirks.
