Embracing Ellie (K&S Securities 3)

“You’ll have to teach me what makes you feel good,” she cautiously runs her small palm along my length. It’s soft, except for a few small calluses just below her fingers, but even that small coarseness feels amazing against me.

“Everything you do feels wonderful,” I murmur. Her slight fingers twitch once before closing around my shaft and I can’t stop the tortured moan that bursts free. Nothing has ever felt so fucking amazing in my life.

“That’s good?” Up to the tip her hand slides, before curiously swiping the moisture there with her thumb and bringing it to her mouth. When she lifts it to her lips and licks it away with a pleased purr I growl in response to the unpracticed provocativeness of her action.

“So good,” I mumble, reaching for her and halting her wide-eyed exploration of my erection and pulling her to me so that we are again skin to skin from our knees to our chests. A radiant smile stretches her lips wide, showing the bright white of her smile and I have to have her now. No more waiting.

My mouth collides with hers, one hand tangling in her hair, the other spanning her slim waist and pulling her tight against me, trapping her hand between our bodies. She squeaks into my mouth and I hungrily swallow the surprised sound. Her sounds of passion are the only sustenance that I need, and I devour them greedily. Devour her. Never breaking the contact of our bodies and tongues, I lower her back down to the mattress until the full length of her nakedness is stretched out beneath mine again.

Her every gasp, every soft moan is amplified by the silence of the room, and the house, around us. I lift myself away from her, breaking our kiss, craving the tight beads of her nipples against my tongue. Sliding back down her body I can’t take my eyes off her luscious tits. She cups the soft weight of them in her hands, offering the puckered tips to me like a gift. The most precious gift I’ve ever been given.

Murmurs of praise and gratitude pouring from my lips, I lower them first to one pebbled peak and draw as much of her sweet flesh inside as I can. I want to surround her. I want to fill her. I long to feel her wet heat surrounding me. It’s more than wanting. I fucking need to be in her before I go insane with the desire to brand her as mine, to fill her with my seed so that anyone who looks at her will know that she’s taken.

My tongue works her stiff nipple relentlessly, the fingers of one hand playfully rubbing and rolling the other in a steady rhythm. Her small form writhes against the soft sheets, as she arches her back, her breasts thrusting up at me, encouraging my touch. I nip with my teeth and pinch her tight flesh between my fingers before release and glide down to ease one finger into her slick passage, pumping once, then again, grinning as she convulses around my thrusting digit, her head thrown back as she cries out my name.

The sweet smell of her orgasm teases my senses, making my mouth water with anticipation. I can’t wait! I want to taste her, now. Sliding down her body, my tongue tracing a wet path against the silky flesh of her quivering belly, I creep closer to the treasure nestled between her slender thighs. My fingers grip firmly, spreading them wide. Her muscles tense and resist for just a moment before she lets them fall open with a small sigh and I feast my eyes on the glistening, pink folds of her exquisite pussy.

“So pretty. So perfect,” I praise, trailing my fingertips gently over her slick cleft and looking up the length of her body. She’s pressed up on her elbows, watching me touch her. Her brown eyes are endless pools of want. Wanting me. Her cheeks pinken with color at my words of adoration. She smiles before lowering her eyes to my bare chest, her teeth again sinking into her plump bottom lip and tempting me to suck it into my own mouth. The whisper of a moan escapes her lips.

“Relax, angel,” I breathe against her damp flesh, eager to bury my mouth against her wet heat and lick her until she is begging me to stop. She draws in a long, slow breath that she releases on a shaky exhale and lowers herself back against the pillows. Her dark cloud of hair spilling across the white cotton in a silken halo.

“I’m relaxed,” she squeaks, her entire body flinching when my lips brush against her folds, making me chuckle against her flesh. This girl! Only she could make me laugh when my cock is hard as steel and I’m dying to take her places I don’t think even I have ever dreamed about.

Nuzzling my nose against the neatly trimmed curls at the top of her mound I flick out my tongue, sweeping it up her slit to circle the tight button of her clit. Her tense muscles relax, and her thighs fall wider, welcoming me.

“I can tell,” I groan, repeating the caress and lapping the sweetness of her center as I slide my hands under her, cupping the lush curves of her ass and lifting her toward my waiting mouth. I can’t stop

the satisfied smile quirking the corner of my lips that grows wider with every ragged gasp and moan escaping her as I lick and suck her swollen folds into my mouth. Her entire body shudders when I grasp her thighs, pressing her knees toward her chest, exposing all her secret places and thrusting my tongue deep enough to feel the rhythmic pulsing of her core pumping around it. It’s the hottest fucking thing ever.

Barely able to restrain myself, I drive my hips forward against the soft sheets. Sparks of painful pleasure ricochet through me and I give in to the urge, humping the mattress like a desperate teen, growling against her while my tongue stays busy exploring every intoxicating inch of her womanhood until she is screaming my name as she comes undone, her delicate fingers fisted in the short strands of my hair.

Chapter 31

Ellie

I can’t believe he made me come twice in just a couple of minutes. I’m gasping for breath, my body lit up from inside by his amazing, talented tongue. I thought the last time we fell together this way was spectacular. It didn’t even come close to this. My whole body is trembling in the aftermath. If the house caught fire right now, I might not be able to do anything but lay here and watch it burn. Raising my head weakly from the pillow, I look down to find Blake’s crystal green gaze locked on me. His tight butt moving as he thrusts his pelvis restlessly against the mattress. His pupils are dilated, the green just a narrow ring around the black, his parted lips swollen and glistening with the evidence of my orgasm, breath rasping in and out of his powerful chest.

“Don’t even begin to think that I’m finished with you,” his voice is a deep lustful growl that I feel like a lightning bolt to all the places on my body still buzzing from his mouth and hands.

“Who said that I’m done with you?” I ask him, tugging his hair to encourage him to climb up my body. He does, settling the monster between his legs into the crease between mine and pressing up so the wide head bumps over my clit, setting off a cascade of sensations in my core that flow over me, warming me from the tips of my fingers to the bottoms of my feet making me gasp aloud.

“Is that so, Elinor?” he whispers darkly. Before I can respond his lips capture mine in a kiss flavored with the spicy-sweet essence of my climax. Tasting myself on his tongue rekindles the smoldering passion glowing inside me back into an inferno.

I need more.

Sucking his tongue into my mouth, I rub mine against his, gathering what’s left of my flavor with an urgent moan and lift my hips, reveling in the smooth glide of his hot shaft through my drenched folds.

“Ahhh, babe!” He exclaims reciprocating the movement, pressing me down into the bed and taking up a steady tempo. Thrust, retreat, thrust. Every movement calculated to drive me wild as the blunt tip spreads our mingled wetness, pressing against my tight entrance then sliding through my lower lips to grind against my clit again and again. I’m burning up. I need him to stop teasing… I just need… He knows it and answers my silent plea, gripping the steel rod of his cock and lining it up with my slippery center.

“Blake,” I gasp his name as his wide crown breeches my resisting flesh, stretching it. It hurts! It’s too much. He retreats and the burning pressure eases, but he doesn’t go far. Levering up onto his elbows he stares down into my face. With one hand he brushes the tangle of hair away from my sweat dampened face.

“I’m going to take you now, angel,” the sweet way he kisses the tip of my nose and lowers his forehead to rest against mine in direct opposition to the roughness of his voice. I smile. I am ready. This man, the way he makes my heart sing, the way he makes me feel like I’m the most precious thing in his entire world, there is nothing about this moment that I would want to change.

“Please,” I mumble, “I’m ready.” I lift my chin, closing the space between our mouths initiating what I know will be my last kiss as a virgin.

“I love you, Elinor,” his words are spoken softly, reverently, and completely at odds with the hard thrust of his hips, driving his full length through my innocence and deep into my instantly spasming channel. I scream into his mouth, his kiss swallowing my cries of pain and ecstasy as he claims my body and heart as his.

I can’t speak, can’t even begin to formulate the words to answer his declaration of love. My mind is completely overwhelmed by the tight stretch of my body accommodating his. The thrum of my pulse beating in my chest and ears is echoed in the throbbing of my clit and the fluttering walls of my channel where his shaft slowly drags almost all the way out before slamming back in. He’s fucking me and making love to me at the same time. I’m loving every glorious second of it, my body winding tighter and tighter toward a peak that I can already tell will be so much higher than anything I’ve experienced with him before.