“What?”
My brain struggled to comprehend words when her hands were wrapped around me like this.
“To spit on it.”
I groaned.My God.“Oh, baby. You’re such a filthy fucking girl, aren’t you?”
She gave a tiny shrug. Bit her lip. Drove me wild. “For you.”
“For me,” I echoed, my entire body pulling tight at the reminder. “Spit on it, Eleanor. Be my filthy girl and spit on my cock for me.”
Her seductive grin made my head spin, and then she spat on my erection, wetting it—repeatedly. She was making my cock a sloppy, beautiful mess, and I was about to ask if she ever planned to stop fucking torturing me when she lowered her body to mine. She braced her palms on either side of her tits, pressing them together so they hugged my cock. Holy fuck, was she?—
“Will you come now?” she asked, looking up at me beneath her lashes as she used her saliva coating my length as lubricant, rubbing her tits up and down my erection, making sure they swallowed it whole.
And all I could do was stare. And moan. Because Jesus Christ?—
Ellie followed my gaze, glancing down at herself. “I know they’re not very big, but hopefully, they still do the trick.”
“They’re perfect,” I choked and then canted my hips, thrusting my cock through her tits. “Oh my God, you’re so fucking perfect.”
She grinned, clearly happy with my response. And as amazingas every other part of this was, as good as she fucking felt all wrapped around me, that was what did it.
Just her fucking smile.
I came with a cry, coating her chin and her chest and her abdomen—because she dragged her body over me, like she wanted my cum covering her. And then she flopped back on my bed, and there I was, staring again.
At Eleanor Summers, sprawled in my bed, looking like a mess.
My fucking mess.
My fucking girl.
I trailed a finger through my cum, unable to help myself from spreading it across her chest, twirling it around one nipple and then the other.
Ellie shivered but remained silent, letting me play. Explore. Claim.
“Mine,” I breathed after, well, I wasn’t sure how long.
And all Ellie did was nod, agreeing.
“Yours, Sawyer.”
We stayed there for the rest of the evening, outside of a trip to the shower to rinse off.
And when we finally went to bed, exhausted and sated and alive, Ellie slept with her head on the right side of the mattress for the first time in over a month.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
ellie
IWOKE THE NEXT day snuggled into Sully’s side and immediately shut my eyes again.
I’d wanted this for so long, and it was finally here, and part of me was afraid that I’d blink and it would all disappear.
But then I felt the body beside me shift, felt arms tighten around me, felt steady breaths against my skin. And after a few minutes, lips touched my cheek, my hair, my temple, almost as though coaxing me to life. Urging me to trust in the moment and open my eyes.
So I did, blinking once, twice.
