I drag my mouth down to her neck. Her carotid pulses beneath my lips. I kiss it tenderly and move my lips lower, almost to the junction between her neck and shoulder. Then I part my lips and suck. Hard.
“Ouch,” Ellis complains.
I apologize by licking the bruised area and planting another tender kiss on top of it. Afterwards, I lift my head to examine the mark. A roar of pride and possessiveness goes through my muscles.
Ellis is mine.
She puts her hand over the bruise. “What is this?”
“My own warning,” I answer before kissing her shoulder.
If any of the Northups try to hurt her, they’ll have me to answer to.
I push her bra up and kiss the top of her breasts next. As I take one of her nipples between my lips, her hand grips my arm. I run the tip of my tongue over that stiff peak and she shivers. A moan escapes her lips. The sound goes straight to my groin.
I slip my hand beneath the waistband of Ellis’s cashmere pants as I continue to tease her nipple. My fingertips brush against the damp spot in her underwear. I press against that to elicit a gasp, then move my hand beneath the layer of silk. As I graze her nub, she trembles.
I move over her other breast as I slip a finger inside her. She lets out another gasp and reaches for my belt. In spite of my skillful fingers and tongue distracting her, she manages to take it off. She unbuttons my pants as well and pulls down the zipper. She slips her hand in and takes my cock out of its damp tent.
As soon as I feel Ellis’s fingers wrap around me, I let out a hiss. My cock hardens fully, thrilled by the attention it’s finally getting.
As much as I’d like to idly revel in it, I keep doing my task. I move my fingers in and out of her. She strokes me, matching my pace. I can feel her getting hotter, coating my fingers as she begins to melt. My cock starts to weep.
With a grunt, I pull my fingers out and stroke her nub. That makes Ellis’s hand stop moving. Her fingers grip my cock as her body trembles. Moans and gasps spill from her lips.
I worry that she might squeeze me too hard if I continue teasing her, so I stop and push her hand away. I take off her pants and her underwear as I climb off her, then I sit down and pull her on top of me. As she clutches my shoulders, I grip her hips and guide them down. As soon as the tip of my cock enters her, she lets out a loud gasp.
Ellis wraps her arms around my head, burying my face between her breasts as I continue to lower her onto my lap. Her fingers tug on my hair. Her nails scrape my scalp.
Once I’m completely inside her, she takes a moment to catch her breath. I take the same moment to relish her warmth and resist the urge to thrust right into it.
I lift my head and capture her mouth. Again, our lips and tongues collide. The moment I start moving my hips, though, Ellis pulls her mouth away. She throws her head back and lets out soft moans as she lets me rock her, then she starts moving her own hips. The couch creaks.
I wrap my lips around a bouncing breast as we proceed with our dance. Ellis’s hips move faster. Her moans grow louder. Pleasure threatens to explode in my veins.
I hold back until I feel Ellis trembling. Then I let go. My nails dig into her hips as I allow her to wrap around me like a soft, snug sheath, squeezing me as her moans escape into the air. I grunt as my cock explodes into that sheath, then rest my head against her chest as I catch my breath.
For a moment, Ellis doesn’t move as she gasps for air. Then she climbs off me and sits beside me. Her head rests against my shoulder. Her arms cover her breasts as she shivers. I grab the quilt from the bed and wrap it over us both.
“So, why did you come back?” Ellis asks a few seconds later.
“Because I realized you’d be cold and lonely without me,” I answer.
She snorts.
“Because I missed your snorts,” I say.
She narrows her eyes at me.
“And that look.”
She pouts. “Seriously, why did you come back?”
“Because I heard a voice whisper in my ear that you actually didn’t want me to leave.”
Her eyebrows furrow. “Voices, huh? Sure you’re not sick?”
She touches my forehead.
“You seem fine.”
“Then congratulations,” I tell her. “You’ve just cured me. See, you’re an excellent doctor.”
My compliment just seems to annoy her.
I kiss her hand apologetically. “Do you really want to know?”