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She set a slow pace, taking him deep before pulling back, only to repeat the torturous rhythm. She fondled his balls gently, adding to the pleasure that was threatening to consume him. He watched her with hooded eyes, captivated by the sight of his slick cock disappearing into her mouth.
The feeling was too good, toe-curlingly good, and he couldn’t stop the low growl that escaped his throat.
She pulled back, releasing him with a soft pop before tracing her tongue along the underside of his cock. She was teasing him, driving him closer to the edge, but not quite there yet. Cal could only groan, his head falling back against the pillow as she continued her sweet torture.
He gritted his teeth against the urge to release. He didn’t know how he had any more cum inside him, but he was seconds away from spilling it all again.
“Ellie… Fuck…” His voice cracked on the last word when she sucked hard, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. “Gonna…”
“Don’t you dare,” she breathed against his tip. “Not yet.”
Cal’s eyes shot open at her command. He was gasping for breath, his world shattering into a million points of light. Sweat trickled down his face as he bit down on his lower lip so hard he tasted blood. Ellie moved up to straddle him, her curls tumbling down around her and tickling his chest. A devilish smirk spread across her face, and he could only groan in response, already knowing he was putty in her hands.
She positioned herself above him, his cock pressing against her entrance. Ellie then slowly sunk down on him, taking him deeper and deeper inside her. Every inch of him filled her, stretching her, making her gasp and arch her back. Her walls clamped around him, squeezing in a rhythm that had him bucking against her.
“Ellie...” His voice was a whisper, barely audible above the pounding of his heart in his ears.
The look in her eyes was mischievous, a spark of delight making them gleam. “Yes, Cal?” She paused at the base of his cock, fully sheathed within her.
“Jesus,” he groaned out, rolling his hips up to seek more of the exquisite friction. Ellie laughed lightly, placing her hands on his chest for balance as she started to move.
A slow grind at first, circular motions that had Cal seeing stars as she contracted around him. He gripped her hips tighter, guiding her up and down on his shaft. Each downward slide had him groaning out loud, his head falling back onto the pillows as she leaned down to capture his lips in a fierce kiss. Their tongues matched the rhythm of their bodies.
The sight of her above him, flushed and wild-eyed as she rode him, was too much. He could feel the knot in his stomach growing tighter.
He gripped her hips hard, stopping her movements. Ellie let out a whimper of protest but stopped when she saw the wild look in his eyes. He flipped them over so she was underneath him once again—he liked having control.
With her underneath him, he set a punishing rhythm that had her crying out with every thrust. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him even deeper within her with each stroke.
It was raw and animistic, their bodies crashing together. She arched her back off the mattress, meeting his thrusts halfway. Her hands roamed his back, fingers leaving trails of fire wherever they touched.
“Feels so good, Cal,” she breathed out, her voice thick and heady with desire. Her eyes were wide and glassy, gazing up at him like he was her savior.
He could only grunt in response, too lost in the sensation of her body gripping him tight. His hands found her breasts, thumbing over her nipples until she was writhing beneath him. The sight of her falling apart was doing crazy things to his self-control.
“Cal,” she cried out, her voice breaking as she succumbed to the pleasure coursing through her body. He could feel her walls contracting around him, the waves of her orgasm tipping him over the edge.
“Yeah... fuck... Ellie!” he gasped, his own release hitting him like a freight train. His vision blurred at the edges, and all he could focus on was Ellie beneath him, her body shaking with the aftershocks of her climax.
Slowly, he came back to reality, the world outside their bubble starting to filter in. Their ragged breathing filled the room as they lay there entwined, neither willing to move.
Finally pulling himself together, he rolled onto his side and pulled Ellie against him, her back against his chest. He wrapped an arm around her waist and kissed her shoulder lightly, his nerve endings still buzzing from the multiple rounds of mind-blowing sex.
“Can’t move. Don’t want to,” Ellie murmured into the quiet, her voice laced with smug satisfaction that only post-sex endorphins could bring.
Cal chuckled against the shell of her ear, his chest vibrating against her back. “Yeah, me neither,” he agreed, nipping at her earlobe before letting his mouth drift lower, placing soft kisses across her shoulder and neck. But reality had a way of intruding, and his mind was already drifting back to the tapes and journal they’d found.
“Shit,” he muttered under his breath.
“What is it?” Ellie asked, her voice drowsy.
“I hate to ruin this, but we can’t stay in bed all night.”
She groaned, but after a moment, she nodded against him. “Yeah, yeah, you’re right. Just give me another minute... or ten.”
He smiled down at her, caressing a stray strand of hair away from her face. Her glasses lay discarded on the makeshift nightstand nearby, revealing the freckles that dotted across the bridge of her nose.
Ellie Summers was stubborn as hell, smarter than anyone he knew, and beautiful in ways he didn’t have words for. He was hopelessly wrapped around her finger, and he wouldn’t have it any other way.
