“Fuck me,” she begged, hips lifting toward mine. “Just like that.”
As much as I wanted to flip her over, take her from behind, and fuck her with everything I had, just as badly, I wanted toseeher.
I needed to look her in the eyes and watch her face as I sank into her bare. I craved the intimacy. I clung to the way her face tensed just before her jaw went slack, the small moments etched into memory that would stay with me long after this night ended.
Inch by inch, she took me like she was made for it.
My cock disappeared inside her, her warmth wrapping around me so tight it stole the air from my lungs. I groaned when I bottomed out, unable to go any deeper. Then I pulled back—slow, torturous—just to push in again, desperate to feel her squeeze around me.
Skin to skin, I thrust up into her, hand sliding to her cheek as I crashed my mouth to hers. I needed more.Allof her. I wanted to be touching her everywhere at once.
Ellie moaned into the kiss, and I slipped my tongue past her lips. She welcomed me without hesitation.
“You’re so fucking tight,” I panted between breaths and kisses.
Ellie’s hand came up, wrapping around my throat. She squeezed—not hard, just enough—and deepened the kiss, her passion burning hot against my mouth. Need. Hunger. Fire. It poured off both of us in waves.
Then, she shoved me back. I stumbled into the couch, heart pounding in my chest.
With a wicked glint in her eyes, she tugged my pants off the rest of the way, straddled my lap, and sank down onto my cock.
“Fuck,” I growled, hands flying to her hips as I crashed her down onto me, hard. She rocked against me—up, down, grinding in tight circles—until my head fell back, my jaw slack with pleasure.
She reached for my wrists, pinning them above my head against the couch cushions. And then she took over.
Ellie rode me like she had no plans of slowing down. Like she wanted to wreck me. And hell, she was doing a damn good job of it.
Up.
Down.
Side to side.
Every move was calculated. Controlled. Destructive in the best fucking way.
She wore that sinful grin, the one that told me she knew exactly what she was doing. She was chasing my release and waiting to catch hers at the same time, just so we could fall apart together.
“I want to feel you,” she muttered against my lips, still pinning my hands away even as I strained to get to her, needing to touch her skin. “Let go.”
Her tongue traced my neck, dragging up to the shell of my ear, where her breath hit hot and ragged.
My body lost its rhythm. The base of my spine sparked, the first waves of release threatening to crash over me.
“I’m close,” I warned, voice barely a growl.
Ellie didn’t slow down. If anything, she moved faster. Her head tipped back, long hair falling down her spine, breasts bouncing as she rode me hard.
“So fucking beautiful,” I groaned.
She let go.
My hands were free, and I didn’t hesitate. One hand gripped her ass, the other cupped her cheek as I yanked her face down to mine.
I kissed her like I’d never stop. Like I never could.
“I love you, Ellie,” I said against her lips, voice raw. “So fucking much. You’re mine.”
“I’m yours,” she echoed, and then it hit. Her body tightened around me, her walls gripping me in a perfect squeeze, warm and relentless.
