“Yes,” I pant out, my neck arching back into the pillow.
“Fuck, baby, you’re so wet and warm. Feel me,” he groans, digging his hand into my thigh, pulling it higher, opening me up.
I moan at the extra inch he slides in.
“Holy shit,” I whimper. “Ellis. Honey, more.”
He curses, gripping my ass cheek, pulling out slightly before going deeper. “I’m gonna come before I want to,” he growls.
“I want to feel it,” I moan.
“Fuck!” His hips jerk, and I gasp at the deep contracting below my abdomen. “Baby, are you okay?” he pants at my lips.
I breathe through the new sensation. I hold on tight as the feeling of tightness eases with every heated pulse I feel against my inner walls. A rush of wet heat floods my core, easing his slow thrusts.
“Oh,” I hiccup at the next entry. The thick veins rhythmically beating inside me have bursts of ecstasy like a wave, spreading through my body. “This is amazing.”
“You’re amazing,” he groans, taking more confident thrusts. “Holy shit, your tightness is hugging my cock so fucking good, Wildflower.”
“Let go,” I say against his lips before licking them. “Don’t hold back, Ellis. I want you. I need you. Please.”
“You never have to beg, baby. I need you, want you too. Always,” he promises, and we lose ourselves.
I cry out, overwhelmed and wanting to crash over whatever wave is threatening to rearrange everything that makes up who I am into something new.
“Yes,” I chant, lifting my hips, meeting him, thrust for thrust.
“Come for me, Iris. You’re so fucking wet, baby.”
I whimper out the next cry. “Ellis!”
“Yes, give it to me. I’m gonna come so hard. Give me yours, baby.”
My toes curl, my calves lock tight as shooting electricity is like a lightning hit to my core. I cry out, my entire body arching up toward the stars.
Ellis shouts into my neck, chasing his as he brings me mine.
He releases inside me, and I already know I’m addicted.
Ever so slowly, the world around us bleeds back into frame. I don’t know how I ended up with my cheek on his chest, both of us panting.
“Wow,” I struggle to get out. “Like…for real. Wow.”
The vibration of his soft chuckle has my deliciously aching core clench.
“You sucked my soul right out of my body,” he laughs, squeezing me tightly against his slick body.
I tip my head back. Ellis tucks hair behind my ear, and that look he’s giving me right now…I determine, then and now, tofight tooth and nail to know this feeling, for as long as fate allows.
Chapter Seven
ELLIS
“Mrs. Harriet says you should buy me acrylics,” Olive says with a mouthful of pancake.
“Did she now?” I grin, knowing my daughter’s powers of persuasion. How the hell else did I agree to getting a dog?
“Mm-hm,” Olive continues, shoving more pancake into her mouth before she’s even swallowed the last bite. “Like Iris says, Daddy, don’t think. Jump.”
