“Think I’ve told you before that you’re so beautiful you make me lose the ability to think, baby,” he growled, hooking his thumb downward so that it rubbed over the front wall of my pussy. “But adding this view into the ones I already have stored in my brain? I’m not sure I’m ever going to look at the world the same way again.”
Arching my back and resting my head on my hands on top of the mattress, I would have grinned if he wasn’t hitting a spot I didn’t know existed. In fact, I wasn’t sure if it was a spot inside me, or just Ellis working magic. The only guy I’d ever been with was my ex, and honestly, he gave me Liv but he never gave me anything close to what I was feeling right now. The elusive orgasm – made real by vibrators for the last six years and proven to have the ability to be manmade by Mr. Ellis Beauregard. “What the fuck?” he growled, circling around my clit with another finger. The dual assault was so awesome, that it took me longer than was necessary to figure out I’d said the last bit out loud. It wasn’t until he leaned over my back and rasped in my ear that it sank in fully. “I’m the first one to make you come?”
Digging my fingers into the mattress and using it to help me arch my back by pushing against it, I bowed my back even further and nodded. “Uh, huh.”
And then he stopped, he just fucking stopped moving his fingers, stopped pressing with his thumb, stopped everything including the orgasm I’d felt rushing toward me. It was cruel, it was frigging well inhumane, and it made no sense at all. At least, not until I felt his thumb slip out and something bigger replaced it and started to press into me, and then I had absolutely no arguments whatsoever.
In this position, it seemed like he hit the end of me sooner than he had when we were in the shower, but it also meant that he rubbed over the Ellis-spot with each movement.
“Yes,” I moaned as I pushed back onto him on his next thrust into me, and ended it on a cry when I felt sparkles of electricity dancing around inside me. Wrapping an arm around my ribs, he pulled me up so that I was resting on my knees with my back pressed against his chest as he continued to drive into me. When I was in the position he wanted me in, he skimmed his hand back down my body until he got to my pussy, and split his fingers either side of his length, which hadn’t stopped moving once.
“You’re mine,” he rumbled, giving a hard thrust and almost knocking me off my knees. Reaching my arm behind his back, I dug my nails in and anchored myself to him, not wanting there to be any space between us at all. This meant that his thrusts were short, sharp digs into me, his hand pressing just where I needed it, throwing me over the edge into an orgasm that was so powerful I sagged forward, catching myself on my arms just in time. With me back in my original position, Ellis held onto my hips and increased the speed and power of each thrust. I felt an orgasm build again and cried out. If what I’d had so far with him had felt awesome, I was kind of scared what this one was going to feel like because it already felt different. Every muscle from my ribs to my knees was tense with it, and it felt like I had some sort of energy building inside them, too. At the same time, I could feel all the nerves in my abdomen and groin starting to do the same thing, like they were getting ready to explode. Just then, Ellis fell forward, his hand landing on the mattress in front of me, meaning that he nudged an area that made me detonate. At the back of my mind, I knew if I screamed there was no way it wouldn’t wake Liv up, so I bit down on the first thing I could find, which was the poor guy’s hand.________________
The next morning…Getting up to refill my coffee, I gave him a glare as I passed and didn’t offer to do the same to his mug. “I think I’ll get Mace to tattoo over them so I’ve got the marks forever,” he snorted, turning his hand to the side so he could get another good look at the bruising.
Last night, when I’d bitten down on him, I hadn’t been able to let go while I was coming. This had made him come too, as he bit my shoulder for the same reasons, I’d bitten him, and that had made me bite him even harder. It was a chain reaction of events that all involved orgasms and teeth, a bit like a vampire orgy, I guess. I had an outline of his bite on my shoulder blade – perfectly aligned teeth with no overcrowding FYI, the lucky bastard – and he looked like he’d been attacked by a Rottweiler, one with slightly uneven teeth on the bottom jaw. I didn’t have badly overcrowded teeth, but I had a slight unevenness that I hadn’t ever really paid much attention to until now. And he wanted it tattooed onto him? And the smugness… give me strength! Just then, Liv threw a small chunk of banana at him which landed on his forearm, not far away from where he was staring. Ha, how’s that for karma?