I whimper, needing to be closer, which seems impossible. We’re as close as two people can be with clothes on. His deep growl as strong hands touch me everywhere vibrates through my breasts, down to my core. The deep, warm pulse grows steady following the drumming beat of my heart.
“Ellis,” I breathe into his mouth.
“Fuck, Iris. I need you.”
“I’m yours.” I tangle our tongues. “I’m yours,” I pant.
Gravity leaves me, and we’re up. Ellis blindly navigates us toward my bedroom. Soon, I settle into the mattress at my back. Ellis rests on his forearm over me. I run my fingertips lightly over his face, tracing memories.
This burly giant melts as his eyes fall closed.
His hips settle between my thighs. I gasp at the weight of his hardness right where my body wants him. I scratch my nails over his beard, wrapping my legs around his hips, seeking friction.
“Fuck, Wildflower,” he groans, dragging the tip of his tongue over my neck, feather light behind my ear.
I moan, arching into his touch. Desperate to feel his skin, I pull his button-down up. Getting the hint, Ellis pulls back and makes quick work of the buttons before taking it off.
“Wow,” I whisper.
I’ve only had one glimpse of his build by accident the other day after his shower, when he left his door open. I walked by and stopped in my tracks. Only a dark towel hung loose on his hips as bronze skin over sinewy muscles glistened.
My hands map out every valley of skin, but not for long. Ellis pulls my blouse up and off.
“Holy shit, Wildflower.”
Hunter green darkens. He runs his thumb over my peaked nipple through lace. I gasp. Never knew I was that sensitive there.
Leaning over, Ellis’ tongue circles the left one first.
Whimpering, I grip his mess of beautiful hair. My hips take over, having a mind of their own. With every undulating need, Ellis meets me there, grinding his thick, steel hardness into my clit. I cry out, using my leg to press his body closer, deeper.
“Please,” I whimper.
Give me an orgasm for once, not by my own hands.
My bra snaps open, and he pulls it off from under me. The kiss of cool air pebbles my nipples tighter. His mouth feasts on my breasts. He travels down, licking a path to my waistband.
I love the feel of his skin. His scent, pine, honey, and sandalwood, my new drug of choice.
Teasingly, Ellis slides my leggings and panties down, kissing his way to my ankles before I’m fully naked and he’s making his way back up. His nose brushes over my hip.
“Fuck, your scent drives me wild.” His dark, husky voice causes a full-body shiver of need.
“Ditto,” I gasp, arching my hips up toward his mouth.
His soft, scruffy beard tickles my mound. He stares up at me. “This changes everything.”
“Promise?” I whisper.
Fire ignites, gold flecks heating in his gaze before he descends, and now I’m the one igniting.
I cry out at the first swipe of his wet, warm tongue on my clit.
Holy shit, that feels amazing.
“Ellis,” I whimper, both hands in his hair, pulling him closer to my trembling core.
The hungry sounds coming out of him set me on fire. A kaleidoscope of sensations escalates to an almost frightening impending release. I reach out, finding his shirt. I shove it into my mouth just in time to catch the inevitable scream as his quick flicks from that wicked tongue take me to a place no vibrator has given me.
