Page 43 of Ella’s Desire

He kissed her once more and raised his head to see her reaction. Her forehead puckered, as if in concentration.

“Are you all right, my dove?” he asked.

She blinked, nodding. “Aye.”

He thrust forward, inching deeper. She stiffened.

“Relax into it,” he said softly. “It will only be uncomfortable this one time.” Or so he hoped, if all the rumors he had heard were true.

The arm he had pressed to his side was more of an inconvenience than he’d anticipated. He wanted to touch her breasts, her sex, to bring her to release while they coupled.

He kissed her and slowly eased out before nudging back in again. “Touch yourself, Ella.”

She leaned back on the pillow to regard him.

“Do you know how to do that?” He nuzzled her neck, speaking into her ear. “To touch yourself and bring on your own crises?”

She nodded against his cheek.

He groaned. Of course, she did, a woman with such deep sexual need as she. “Do it.”

Her fingers slid between their bodies, brushing his shaft just above where they were joined as she did so. He moved carefully to ensure he didn’t hurt her, pumping in and out, letting himself go deeper and deeper each time. She was slick with need and her breath came out in short, excited pants.

He bent to capture her breast in his mouth. “Aye, like that,” he said against her sweet skin. One final plunge and he was fully buried within her.

He swirled his tongue around her nipple, and he felt her finger over her sex increase its speed. She was moving with him now, rocking her hips to meet his thrust, her thighs squeezing at his waist. They moaned with each joining, the clamp of her sex around him getting tighter until he could scarcely bear it any longer.

She removed her hand from touching herself and instead clung to him. Her hips worked under him, seeking the necessary friction she needed.

Sensing her climax soon upon her, Bronson captured her mouth with his, just as she gave a scream of pleasure. Her sheath clenched rhythmically, pulling at him and pushing him over the edge. He grunted with the force of his crises and finally, after days of fantasizing about this very moment, poured his seed into Ella.

He collapsed on his side, his good arm shaking from the incredible effort of having held himself up on it for so long. “Did I hurt you?” he asked once he finally had breath enough in his lungs to do so.

Ella turned her face toward him. A dreamy expression played on her lips and her face was glowing with a light sheen. She shook her head. “You pleased me. As much as I had anticipated you would.”

Her words brought on a swell of pride. He was glad to have brought her such bliss.

“And did I…?” Ella gave a sheepish smile. “Did I please you?”

Bronson lay his head back on the bed and groaned. His body was still warm from the euphoria she had wrought. “Aye, even more than I imagined you would.”

“Had you thought about it?” She rolled over so she was laying partially atop him. “About me?”

“Every waking moment and even many while I slept,” he said earnestly. “You’re incredibly beautiful. Ever since that day you teased me with your naked leg…”

She lowered her head, her expression incredulous. “I teased you with a leg?”

He nodded. “Oh, aye, when it’s as perfectly shaped as yours.” He ran his good hand over her calf in demonstration. “You dropped it right in front of my face and swung it back and forth.”

Ella’s lips pressed together as though trying to quell a smile and slid her gaze from his.

“What is it?” he asked.

She shook her head, her mouth still pressed closed.

“Tell me, or I shall have to find alternate means to get the information from you.” He lifted his brows suggestively.

“Now I really don’t want to tell you.” Ella laughed, a low, intimate sound. “I think my father’s plan has worked out.”