Love Me (Love The Way Duet 3) - Page 23
ELLA
Every time he looks at me like that, nothing else exists.
It seems to get more intense as the nights go on. Four nights in a row now, we’ve spent our evenings in the playroom. Tonight we’re in my bedroom, but with that look, we might as well be in the playroom.
“Kiss me,” he says. The command is roughly ordered and I obey immediately.
Every small touch seems longer as time seems to slow. Heat and want dance along every inch of my skin. His fingers barely graze my curves as he breaks the kiss. I shiver from the touch and then bite down on my lower lip, peeking up at him and waiting.
He doesn’t make me wait long.
“Strip.” The singular word is deadly on his lips.
His hungry gaze watches me and I take my time, making my motions as seductive as possible. Slowly tugging the fabric off and watching as his gaze roams down my body in longing. My bra unclasps easily enough and he licks his lower lip watching my nipples harden as wisps of cool air caress my skin.
As the last piece falls into the puddle of fabric, he groans, his right hand flexing and his gaze finally coming back to mine.
He murmurs in contemplation, “What toy do I want to use on you tonight?
With one step forward, I dare to take a bit of control.
“Do we need toys?” I question, reaching down and gripping his already hardened length through his slacks. “I just need you inside of me.”
“My greedy girl,” he says and I swear it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard. With lust reflecting in his eyes, all I want is more. More of his praise. More of his touch. Anything that involves more of him.
“Your good girl too, aren’t I?” I whisper, maintaining eye contact all the while, and drop to my knees in front of him. The carpet is rough against my knees and I don't care. My breathing is heavy and I’m careful not to fumble as I unbutton his slacks, then tug the zipper down.
With a heavy groaned exhale coated in desire, Zander spears his fingers through my hair while his other hand helps me pull down his pants and boxers all at once.
The instant I’m able, the head of his cock is in my mouth. I moan around him, sucking the bit of salty precum from the tip and then massaging my tongue against the underside of his cock.
His hand wraps around the back of my neck as I take more of him into my mouth, all the way to the back of my throat.
“Fuck, Ella,” he hisses and warmth flows through me. I hollow my cheeks, giving him pleasure. My nipples pebble from the chill of the room and I love it. I love this. I love him.
His cock presses against the back of my throat and I nearly gag on him, but I don’t stop. I’m far too eager to please him.
He permits this for only a moment before surprising me by yanking me up and tossing me onto the bed. It seems so effortless for him as I bounce slightly and then sink into the luxurious sheets.
My chest rises and falls as he climbs onto the bed after me. His broad shoulders are carved from pure muscle and the sight of him staring at me as if he wants nothing more in his entire life leaves me breathless.
He breaks my gaze only to grab the pillow behind me.
“Spread your legs for me,” he orders while placing the pillow under the small of my back. I do as I’m told, allowing him to position me however he wants while every nerve ending lights with fire in anticipation of what he’s going to do to me.
Of course I obey him, spreading my legs for his hips to fit exactly where I need them, but he grips my upper thighs and pushes them back further, pinning me in an angled position so he can see my pussy easily. As my heated sin tingles in anticipation, he lowers himself, groaning as he takes a languid lick of my slit. His hungry eyes reach mine after sucking on my clit. They’re dark and foreboding.
“When you come, you’re going to thank me. Do you understand?”
Nodding, I eagerly agree. “I’ll thank you.”
“Good girl,” he tells me before lowering his face back to my clit. He’s unforgiving as he massages his tongue against my hardened nub. The vibrations of his groans of desire spread goosebumps up my skin as the pleasure hits me like waves crashing against the shore. More and more intense until I’m desperate for my release.
“Zander, please,” I beg him and he lets go of my thigh to press two fingers inside of me, curving them and ruthlessly stroking my G-spot. I come recklessly under him. My climax is violent and arrives faster than I could have expected.
Even still, I thank him like he told me to do.
I spreadmy legs for him but he pushes my thighs up higher and pins them back. Fuck. He angles me and thrusts in deep. Deeper than he’s been before and heat engulfs me. “Z,” I say. There’s a plea in my voice I can’t help.
He leans forward, his hard body against mine and groans, “So fucking tight but I’ll loosen you up.” As he rocks, the pleasure builds and his pubes rubbing against my clit only heighten everything. Lighting every nerve ending aflame.
My heart pounds in my chest as the intensity climbs.
Every thrust pushes me higher and higher.
Every glance up his hazel eyes are on mine.
Every kiss silences desperate cries of pleasures. And all the while my heart races, my blood heats and the words “I love you” threaten to spill from my lips.
I resist which makes it all the more surprising and emotional when he whispers at the shell of my ear as I drift off to sleep in his arms, sated and spent, “Thank you for loving me.”
There’s a tick, tick, in my chest as I pretend to be sleeping. I’m falling, I know I’m falling and I’m fucking terrified of what that means and mostly, of ever losing him.
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