Once Burned (Morelli Family 3)

When she gets about halfway, she has to stop. Grimacing apologetically, she says, “Sorry.”

“You’re fine,” I assure her, slowly exhaling as she lifts herself off me again.

I can see her starting to get a bit anxious as she tries again, but again, she must encounter pain so she stops.

To get her attention, I reach out and touch her shoulder. Her gaze jumps to me, like she’s worried she’s messing it up, and I offer a little smile.

“Relax,” I tell her. “It’s worse if you tense up. Also, unless you break my dick off, there’s no way this isn’t going to be awesome.”

That makes her laugh, and I feel a little better to see the tension melt away.

With a bit more confidence, she shimmies her hips, grasping me again. “Okay, let’s do this,” she says.

“Ready when you are,” I assure her.

“I promise to be better at this next time,” she tells me. “I’m gonna read some books.”

“Trust me, you’re doing great.”

Elise guides me to her entrance again, holding my gaze this time as she slowly lowers herself, this time taking all of my cock inside her body.

“Oh, fuck, Elise,” I murmur, throwing my head back against the pillow.

“You like that?” she teases, her soft hand trailing down my chest as she slowly lifts herself again, then lowers herself again, less slowly that time.

“I like that a lot,” I assure her.

“Good,” she says, grinning as she does it again. And again. And again. It must have stopped hurting, because she picks up the pace, riding me like an old pro. She really starts getting into it, running her hands through her hair, caressing her breasts. When she’s not playing with her own breasts, I get to. She’s driving me wild. I finally grasp her hips, urging her to fuck me faster, and though I really want to hold on, to watch Elise ride me all night long, pleasure erupts like a volcano inside me and my fingers dig into her hips as I groan through my release.

“Fuck,” I say on a sigh, lying there motionless in the bed.

Elise lifts herself off me and curls up by my side, leaning in to give me a kiss. “Good?” she asks, like she needs a performance review.

“Very good,” I tell her. “I’m sorry about that.”

Her eyebrows rise. “About what?”

“That should’ve lasted longer. It’s been a while.”

“Oh,” she says, actually flushing. I would laugh, but I can’t right now—too much energy. She can ride me like a fucking cowgirl, but I mention sex and suddenly she’s an angel again.

“You don’t have to be shy about sex, Elise,” I inform her.

“It’s not that,” she says, but with the distinct tone of a vaguely annoyed woman. “I don’t like to think of you with anyone else.”

That sort of surprises me. I mean, I certainly wouldn’t like to think of her anyone else either—her infatuation with Mateo, when I knew there was no sex, was at least part of why he and I had such a strained relationship. But that it bothers her… well, that makes me feel pretty damn good.

“Trust me, it’s been a long time,” I assure her, curling my arm around her and bringing her close to me. “I didn’t feel right about it. I know that’s kind of dumb, since you and I weren’t together, but—”

“Not dumb,” she interrupts, letting her hand drift across my chest. “If you’ve been with anyone else since you met me, I don’t even want to know.”

I raise my eyebrows, but don’t volunteer anything further. “Okay.”

“And if any other chick tries anything again, tell her what I did to the guy who tried to mug us, then tell her she’s next,” she adds, causing me to actually laugh.

“Trust me, I’m all yours,” I assure her.

“Damn straight,” she says.

“I had no idea you were so possessive,” I tease, placing a little kiss on top of her head.

With an amused smile, she says, “Yet another reason I could’ve never made it with Mateo.”

I groan, even though she’s completely right. “You used the M-word in bed. Why would you do that?”

“Hey, you were just talking about having had actual sex with other women; I’m only referring to someone I had a crush on.”

“You’re so mean,” I tell her.

“You want mean? How’s this? You know what the sexiest thing about Mateo is?”

I grimace. “God no, and I don’t want to.”

Ignoring me, she goes on, her tone titillating, “It’s his big, sexy… library. And I spent most of my time in there with you anyway.”

She laughs as I squeeze her in retaliation for those two seconds of torture. “You and your damn Beauty and the Beast parallels.”

She grins, nodding her head. “Yeah, you’re right. I hadn’t even thought of that though, now you’re the one who brought it up.” Snuggling against me, she says, “We need to add that movie to our collection. All this talk about it is making me wanna watch it.”