I start moving.
Slowly at first.
Ella’s legs tighten around me.
I try to hold onto some sort of control.
She apparently has no interest in helping.
Her feet plant against the mattress and her hips lift to meet mine.
A groan tears out of me.
“Ella.”
“What?”
“You’re going to kill me.”
“I’m willing to risk it.”
She does it again.
Harder.
I laugh breathlessly. “Slow down.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve spent months waiting for this and I’d quite like to enjoy it for more than thirty seconds.”
She smiles.
“I waited months too.”
That gets my attention immediately.
“Months?”
Her cheeks colour.
“Don’t make a thing of it.”
“I’m absolutely making a thing of it.”
She hooks a leg around my hip and pulls me closer.
“I’ve been fantasising about you since I saw you for the first time in your FMR outfit.”
My cock pulses inside her.
Fuck me.
“While I was busy convincing you I couldn’t stand you?”
“You did a very convincing job.”
“That was not my finest decision.”