“Lock it,” she demanded as she sunk her teeth onto my earlobe.
I flipped her around so she was pressed up against the wall, fumbling for the lock. As I did, she slipped a little and my cock made contact with her hot center. There was fabric between us, but I swear I could feel her dampness soaking through.
“Fuck,” I breathed, hoisting her back up again. “Are you wet for me, sweetheart?”
“Is it locked?” she asked.
“Yes,” I promised. I slid my hands up her bare thighs, slipping them into her pajama shorts so I was cupping her luscious ass. I squeezed hard.
She moaned. “Yes, I’m wet for you Sam. I’m soaked.”
I clenched my jaw, willing myself not to do a repeat of the last time I was in this room. “I’m going to make you feel so good,” I growled at her.
“Not before me.” She wriggled out of my arms, dropping onto the floor. “Stay there.” She slipped out from under me.
Fuck. I leaned against the wall with my hand, trying to regain some composure. “Where are you? Can I turn on the light?”
“No.”
My insides went hot as I realized her voice had come from down low. She hadn’t slipped away. She was on her fucking knees.
I groaned as she undid my zipper, which I’d hastily zipped back up on the way downstairs.
“Ellie, let me take care of you first.”
“No.”
Her fingers were feather-light on my waist as they hooked themselves into my jeans. She tugged them down with my shorts so I was exposed to the dark.
“Let me take care of you, for once,” she said. “Besides, don’t you remember how much I loved doing this?”
My cock throbbed so hard it hurt. Yes, yes I did. I felt like I’d won the lottery knowing how turned on she got when she was on her knees for me.
She still hadn’t touched me. It was wild being so in the dark like this. Like we could be anywhere and nowhere. Like I had no idea when or even if she was going to touch me.
Then one of her hands wrapped itself around the base of my shaft.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
Her lips and tongue latched onto the tip of my cock.
Everything else fell away.
Ellie played with me a moment, flicking her tongue against my head, lapping up the slick drops of pre-cum I knew were there. She teased the underside of my tip with the flat of her tongue, making me clench everything so I didn’t lose it before she’d even begun.
“Ellie,” I groaned, slipping my hand into her silky curls. She slid down my shaft so abruptly I sucked in a breath. She backed off of me again and swirled her tongue over my tip, making me groan. She sucked me in again, deep enough this time I felt myself hit the back of her throat.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “You’re taking so much of me, sweetheart. Such a good little cocksucker.”
On the next thrust I felt her lips come off of me so she could tip herself back, opening her throat to take me even deeper.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I moaned as my balls hit her chin.
When she came off of me, she whispered, “say that again.”
My balls tightened. “You’re a good, good girl, Ellie, taking this hard cock.”
She inhaled me again. This was so much better than any ofmy fantasies. And I’d had about a thousand when it came to El.
