I kiss her once.
Then thrust again.
Ella comes with my name on her lips.
Watching her is enough to break whatever control I have left.
I bury myself inside her and follow.
Chapter 9
Tommy
For a while, there is only Ella.
Her arms around me.
Her breath hot against my neck.
Her body slowly relaxing beneath mine.
I stay exactly where I am, head tucked against her neck, listening to our breathing settle.
This is the part I never imagined.
The quiet afterwards.
The way her fingers lazily move across my back.
How reluctant I am to create even an inch of space between us.
Eventually, I realise most of my weight is still on her.
“Shit. Sorry.”
I push myself up.
Ella gives me a sleepy smile.
“I wasn’t complaining.”
“I’m considerably heavier than you.”
“You weren’t crushing me.”
“Good.”
Her fingers push the damp hair away from my forehead.
She studies my face.
“What?” I ask.
“I’m trying to think of a word better than perfect.”
The warmth that spreads through my chest has absolutely nothing to do with sex now.
“That good?”