As he shifted, so that he was on his knees, he looked at the knee touching the mattress and growled, “Pull it further back toward your head.”
I’d just done that when he gripped my hips in both hands and slammed into me, giving me all of him all at once. He didn’t give me a chance to adjust, keeping up a fast and hard rhythm, every movement making the electric pulses and insanity build inside me. “Arch your back like you did before,” he grunted, tapping the base of my spine with his middle finger so that I knew what he was talking about. How he had his faculties right now, I didn’t know, but with my back now arched like he’d said, his cock was rubbing and pressing harder on my g-spot with every move in and out of me. All it took was three thrusts and withdrawals and I came again, biting my fist just in time and muffling the scream that would have come out of me. Liv was a deep sleeper, but everyone had their limits. I missed the moment Ellis’s movements went out of rhythm, the moment his eyes closed in bliss, and the moment he frowned and grunted as he started to come inside me. Making love to someone you love is beautiful and everyone should experience that hedonistic feeling, but coming at the same time as them, knowing that your bodies were so in sync that they tipped over the cliff together? Out of this world.
Opening my eyes again, the only thing I could see was my man looking down at me with a soft expression on his face as he glided slowly in and out of me. “I love feeling my come inside you, baby.”
I wasn’t a prude, not even close to one, but I didn’t know how he could say that and not go up in flames with embarrassment. Hell, I could feel it inside me, but I couldn’t say it out loud. “Ellis!”
One corner of his mouth tipped up as he smiled, no doubt enjoying the blush I could feel all the way from my chest to the roots of my hair. “My baby’s scandalized,” he murmured, stilling his movements before withdrawing from me without warning. We had a routine, and at moments like this, he always kissed me, always. It was like a farewell to my vagina, or a see you later which didn’t sound that romantic, but in reality, it was. This meant that what he was doing right now was totally against the norm and completely unexpected.
Keeping my legs open with his hands, he lowered himself so that he was now kneeling between my legs, as he looked down at where he’d just come from.
“Uh, honey,” I whispered, trying to close them regardless of his hands holding them open. “I’m just going to…”
“Stay as you are,” he growled, eyes still trained right on my cooter. I could feel things happening down there, messy things happening, and him watching it was making me twitch. I wanted to run to the bathroom and hide, but a large part of me was really enjoying watching him as it happened. I hadn’t ever seen what happened after we had sex, so I didn’t know what he could see, but that didn’t seem so important when he lifted his hand and placed it palm down over the area, skimming his finger between my folds. “Every time we make love, it’s like a revelation. I open up more things I want to do with you, more things I want to try, and more things I want to feel,” he rasped, his finger starting to push inside me. I was still overly sensitive from coming so hard, so even that one finger felt huge as it entered me. “I want my come to stay inside you, and to know that it’s in you while you work where no one else will ever see.”
I wasn’t even aware that I was talking when I said what I did next. “Apart from my OB/GYN.”
His finger ceased moving as soon as I finished saying the words, and a thoughtful look crossed his face before he started up again, this time adding his index finger to what the middle one was doing. “Whose snug pussy is this, baby?”
Tipping my head back as his thumb circled my clit, I gasped, “Mine?” I wasn’t being facetious or difficult, it technically was mine, and it was a stupid fucking question, too.
All movement stopped again, and Ellis repeated his question. “Whose snug pussy is this, baby?”
Realizing what he was looking for, I opened my eyes and gave him the truth. “Yours.”
Resuming the movements of his fingers, he nodded. “That’s right, and whose come is in it?”
“Yours.”
“And one day, you’re going to give me a baby, aren’t you?” he growled as he increased the pressure of his thumb on my clit, and concentrated his movements on the side of it where my sensitive spot was.