Breathing heavily, I kiss her until her body relaxes once again under mine. “Are you okay?” I question, pushing her hair out of her face and looking into her eyes.
“Yes.” Her hand comes up to rest against my cheek. “You can move,” she says, wiggling her hips.
Tilting my head back, I stretch out my arms and swivel my hips. Her pussy is so fucking hot and so tight that I won’t be able to hold off coming for very long. I knew having her was going to ruin me, but I didn’t understand how much until I felt her walls ripple around my length, her arms tighten around my shoulders, and her legs clench around my hips like every part of her is trying to hold on to me, to keep me close.
She fits me perfectly. Everything about her was made just for me.
“Jax…”
“I know, baby,” I say, dropping my forehead to hers when her walls ripple once more from the slightest movement. “So responsive. You’re so responsive, baby. I bet you could come from just my dick, couldn’t you?” I ask, swiveling my hips again.
Her reply is a whimper as her walls around my cock tighten to the point that it’s almost painful.
“Jesus,” I groan, watching her face and feeling her core convulse as her sudden orgasm threatens to pull mine from me. “I need to move, baby,” I tell her, adjusting her leg over my arm, putting me at a different angle. Pulling out and sliding in again, her lips part and her walls tighten. Picking up speed, I wrap her leg tighter around me then cover her mouth with mine, thrusting my tongue between her lips as I feel my orgasm climb up my spine, plunging three more times. Then I plant myself deep and pull my mouth from hers, roaring into the room when I feel her clamp down around me as I come hard, sending her into another orgasm.
Rolling to my back so I don’t collapse on top of her, I settle her against my chest, still feeling her pussy contracting around my cock.
“I swear, baby. Your pussy is fucking dangerous,” I tell her, feeling her body shaking against mine. “It’s true. I thought you were going to squeeze my dick off when you orgasmed,” I tell her truthfully, and her silent laughter turns into loud giggles that make me smile.
Placing my fingers under her chin, I tilt her face up towards mine. “How are you feeling?”
“Good.” She smiles and her face goes soft, softer than I have ever seen it, and I know right then, with her chest against mine, me still buried deep inside of her, our smell surrounding us, I know I’m in love with her. So fucking in love that I want to wrap her up in cotton so nothing can ever happen to her. How the hell are you supposed to survive, when the part of you that you need to live is walking around outside your body?
“Jax?”
“Yeah, baby?” I ask, focusing on her and running my fingers through her hair.
“You got a weird look on your face,” she whispers, studying me.
“Just thinking,” I tell her softly. I know I’m going to keep pushing us forward, but I don’t want to scare her away by letting her know I love her. I need to find a way to get her addicted to me. I need to make her crave me so the thought of not being with me scares her more than any fear of the future does.
“What about?” she asks, sounding unsure.
“You. How perfect you are and how much I want this,” I tell her a half-truth, kissing her forehead.
“I want this too,” she whispers, and I search her face, seeing something deep in her eyes I hadn’t noticed before, but I think it’s always been there. Swallowing, I pull her up my body then roll her to her back.
“I gotta take care of this condom.”
“Okay.” She nods as I pull the sheet from the bottom of the bed and place it over her. Going to the bathroom, I take off the condom and notice a small smear of blood, which reminds me that Ellie is mine, and only mine, bringing the caveman beast inside of me to the surface. Tossing the condom in the trash, I start the bath then go back into the room.
“Come on, let’s take a bath,” I tell her, pulling her from the bed and carrying her into the bathroom. Stepping into the large tub with her in my arms, I settle her between my legs and run my hands over her as the water fills. Hearing her stomach growl in the quiet room, I tilt her head back so I can see her face.
“You still haven’t fed me,” she says shyly.
“What do you want to eat?” I ask, running my thumb across her bottom lip.
“Pancakes with chocolate chips,” she says, rolling to her stomach so her breasts are in line with my cock, which hardens instantly. Looking down between her tits, her lower lip is pulled between her teeth and her eyes lift slowly to meet mine. The image of her with her hair down, the ends wet from the bath, her skin still glowing from her resent orgasm, and her eyes full of heat, gazing at me with lust, is an image I will use often when I can’t take her to bed. Then she shocks me. Her head dips and her tongue touches the head of my cock, licking off the drop of precum that seeped out of the end.
“Oh, fuck,” I hear myself groan. “Baby,” I breathe as she sits back, her tits rising above the water. Her hand attempts to wrap around me, and she timidly pumps, and then her mouth covers the head and her tongue swirls the tip. Wrapping my hands around the edge of the tub, I try to keep still. I don’t want to slam down her throat or grab onto her hair. I don’t even know if she understands what she’s doing.
Her eyes meet mine as her hand pumps, each stroke killing me slowly. As her mouth lowers, taking me deeper into the depth of her mouth, I flex my muscles, knowing she is going to be the death of me. Her unsure innocence is making it hard to keep my hands locked on the tub.