Love Me (Love The Way Duet 3) - Page 15
“I’m already sitting in your lap,” she says with a playful laugh.
Tension thickens between us. A new tension. It makes my heart pound loud in my ears. I brush a lock of her hair back from her face and tuck it behind her ear. Ella’s expression turns serious.
“What is it, jailbird?”
I can see the fear in her eyes. She thinks there might be more. Another layer of secrets when it comes to me and Quincy. But she’s not able to verbalize the question. I understand. I couldn’t talk about this for so long. The longer I went without saying it, the less I believed I could.
“I love you, Ella. I need you to understand.”
The fear slowly retreats from her eyes, and she turns pink in the cheeks. The last thing to arrive is a small, trusting smile.
“Now,” I say, “be a good girl for me.”
“Z,” she says, quickly. “I love you too, but—”
“There are no buts.” I’m firm, but cut her off before she can complete that thought.
Ella cannot doubt me after everything she’s been through. I won’t let her do it. Her happiness is mine. Her sadness as well. That means her uncertainty is also mine.
I stand up and gently guide her to remain on the couch. “Lie back.”
Ella perches on the edge and leans back, stretching her body out before me, her eyes glinting. I’m slow and deliberate, testing and teasing her as I go. The fire crackles behind my back and it reflects in her heated gaze. With a single kiss, I tell her that I love her again.
Ever so slowly, I push her slip to her hips, letting the silk ride up her thighs. She shivers from the contact and her nipples pebble under the thin fabric. I groan as I pull her panties to the side and put my mouth between her legs, taking a languid lick. Her fingers splay through my hair and her back bows slightly.
It’s more of the connection I’ve been craving since I decided to tell her. I needed this. The taste of her is everything I needed.
I’m overwhelmed with a sense of peace. It was the right decision to tell her. I’ve made it my business to know as much as I can about Ella. While I may be her Dom in the bedroom, that doesn’t mean we’re unequal. Some people new to the lifestyle can make the mistake of thinking that subs are lesser than Doms. That they have less influence in the relationship.
It’s not true. She’s just as important as I am. Even more so. Sharing myself with her is as crucial as Ella sharing all her deepest secrets with me.
Licking and sucking her clit, while she gasps and cries out, sends even more desire through me.
Ella’s slick and hot, and her thighs clench around my shoulders.
It won’t be long now.
Her fingers wind through my hair.
This is the best life has to offer. There’s nothing I’d rather do than make Ella come.
I lift my head from her pussy and speak to her as I reach up and pull down one thin strap of her silk slip. Her full breast fits perfectly in my hand and I massage her, commanding her, “Come for me, jailbird.”
The second my tongue touches her again and I pinch her nipple ever so slightly, Ella comes in a burst of pleasure. She hangs on to the couch cushions for dear life. Her nails scrape against the fabric as she cries out my name.
She’s still coming when someone steps into the room. The footsteps only resonate with the sound of, “Shit, fuck. I’m sorry.” The words all tumble out rapid fire. It’s my fucking brother.
Ella gasps, curling up into a ball to cover herself and I turn, wiping her arousal off on my shirt to face Cade.
“I’m sorry,” he says with his hands raised, “I didn’t see anything.”
His widened eyes tell me he’s lying. “Out. Get out.” A possessiveness I haven’t felt before comes over me. Damon’s seen me fuck Ella. But I knew he was there. There was permission. There was pleasure given to my Ella. This was not that.
“Of course,” he says and turns abruptly. Cade leaves the living room, his footsteps quickly growing quieter.
I gather Ella into my arms, put her on her feet, and rearrange her clothes. “Go upstairs, jailbird. Wait for me in bed. I need more from you than that.”
“Z,” she says, her eyes darting to the threshold of the room.
“It’s all right.” I take her jaw in my hand, pull her face to mine, and kiss her hard. She moans as she tastes herself on my lips. The connection burns between us, strong and raw.
After she’s upstairs and her bedroom door has closed, I go to find Cade in the kitchen. He’s leaning against the counter, his hands in his pockets.
“You need to contain yourself, Zander.”
“No,” I snap. “I’ll be fucking her on every inch of furniture. On every inch of the floor. I’m going to make that woman feel alive and loved and wanted.”
His eyes narrow, but there’s a thoughtful expression behind them.
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