Embracing Ellie (K&S Securities 3)

When my legs are as bound by the damp cotton of my panties as my arms are by the sleeves of my dress, Blake sits back on his heels releasing the button on his pants, th

e quiet grating of his zipper the only sound other than our ragged breaths. I try to sit up, my curiosity about seeing him completely almost tangible, but my position and the tangle of clothing around me holds me immobile beneath him.

Another rush of heat courses through me, at the helplessness of the position I’m in. It centers between my legs with deep, throbbing insistence. His eyes never leaving the place that he bared.

“Patience, Ells.” He murmurs, the sound of rustling fabric teasing me as I imagine him pushing down his pants and taking it out.

“I want to see you too,” my voice is pleading. “It’s not fair.”

That dark smile curves his lips again. “What do you want to see, angel?” he asks.

“You,” I whine, my eyes pinch closed. Penis sounds so clinical and it’s been drilled into me my whole life that nice girls don’t use bad words. I don’t know what to call it.

“You can’t see me if your eyes are closed, babe.” His voice is muffled against the skin of my inner thigh where his tongue is tracing wet circles on my flesh before blowing on them. My skin prickles. He’s right. I open my eyes and look down the length of my body.

I’m reclined against the back of the couch, throw pillows supporting my head and shoulders. I’ve never seen myself this way before. I have an unimpeded view of my high, round breasts thrusting up, surging with my labored breathing. My deep pink nipples are tightly pebbled and damp from where he tasted them. My belly is tight and flat and my waist nips in before flaring out into lush hips. My dress is open. In my haze of desire, I didn’t notice when he removed it. My thighs are spread wide to make room for him and I can see myself glistening with arousal, my lower lips slightly parted like they are begging for his kiss.

Then I see him. My Blake. My legs are draped over his shoulders, his heavily muscled chest heaving, eyes glued to mine as he watches me looking at us this way.

“I think you’re overdressed.” I observe breathlessly.

He huffs a small laugh and it makes me smile. “Want me to take off my shirt, Elinor?”

I nod, bashful about telling him yes even though I’m completely exposed to him. He lowers my legs, setting my feet on his thighs as he whips it off over his head in one swift movement and tosses it somewhere behind him. Before I can make a move, my panties are gone and my legs are back in place.

“That’s better” he rumbles.

I nod in silent agreement, speechless at the sight of acres of bare skin and chiseled muscle, drinking in the sight of him kneeling between my legs. Incredibly broad shoulders block my view of anything but Blake, and did I mention that they make it impossible to close my legs? The flat discs of his nipples are tight. The desire to lick them the way he licked mine and return the favor overwhelms me. His wide chest tapers toward lean hips, but I can’t see any lower than the narrowing trail of hair that cuts through his defined abs. I growl wordlessly. Why is he tormenting me like this? I just want to see him the way he can see me.

Tossing my head restlessly against the throw pillows I shift my hips and watch though slitted eyes when his focus falls back between my legs. I should feel shy, but all I feel is hot and needy.

Blake lifts me toward him again, “Smell so good, baby.” He groans, inhaling deeply. “Need to taste you now.”

A small mewling sound escapes my lips. It doesn’t sound like me. The Ellie I know has never sounded so needy for anything. For anyone.

“Fuck, angel,” he sounds as frantic for a taste as I feel.

“Yeah. Please Blake, I need…” I don’t get a chance to finish before his mouth closes over me, engulfing my flesh. I feel his teeth dig in for a careful bite, but there’s no pain. Just a storm of awareness when his tongue sweeps into my folds and laps at the source of my wetness.

“What do you need Elinor?” He groans into my heat, the vibration of his words making sparks detonate inside me.

“You. You. You.” I pant the word over and over, trying to maneuver into a position that will relieve the terrible pressure building inside of me. I know it’s an orgasm, but bigger than anything I’ve ever felt before and growing stronger with every slippery rub of his tongue through my folds.

“I’m not stopping till you come again,” he growls, dragging the flat of his tongue from my opening all the way up to suck my hard, little pearl into his mouth and batting it back and forth with small rapid flicks as one hard finger slips inside.

“Yes. Please!” I gasp, my whole body winding tighter and tighter when I realize that one of his arms is down and moving rhythmically. He’s touching himself while his mouth is on me! The thought drives me even higher. I want to see!

“Show me,” I demand. I’d get there myself if I knew exactly what I wanted. A pained moan rumbles from his throat. He lifts me onto the back of the couch, until my back is against the cold wall, and kneels between my legs sucking my clitoris hard. I cry out when my core ripples, grasping to be filled.

Looking down now, I can see everything. The tousled golden-brown locks of hair that is a little shaggy, broad, muscular shoulders and arms holding me spread wide for his enjoyment. Lean waist and narrow hips highlighting that sexy as can be vee that points directly to his erection.

It’s enormous. I had no idea one could be that big! Holy cannoli! It’s thicker than my wrist with a big vein running the length of it. It’s flushed an angry red as he strokes it roughly in his fist. His eyes are lifted to mine and he tongues me softly while I watch, my core melting. I ache to put him in my mouth while he licks me.

People do that, right? They do in books...

Chapter 25

Blake