Page 10 of Unspoken Passions

“Your next point was that you want a future with me.”

“That was just–”

“Don’t,” he urged, covering her mouth with his lips, stopping her retraction. “Don’t take it back, Ella. Don’t you dare take back the future you offered this morning. We’re going to explore everything, remember?”

“Yes, but–”

He kissed her properly this time. As he pulled away afterward, he rubbed his nose against her cheek. “Everything, Ella. Every fear, every desire, every hope and dream. I want it all. Do you understand?”

“Yes, but what if–”

He kissed her again, slowly and deeply.

“If we decide we don’t want more, then we’ll talk about it together. Got it?”

She stared up at him, her mouth soft, her lips silently begging him for everything. “What do you consider more?”

He kissed her again, trying to convey his hopes for “more”. And that was the end of the conversation. Long held desire took over. She tilted her head back, her mouth opening to him. She lifted onto her toes and kissed him back as she wrapped her arms around his neck.

Before she knew what was happening, he’d lifted her into his arms and carried her up the stairs. He didn’t hesitate as he turned left, but she pulled away long enough to say, “This way,” and pointed towards the other end of the house.

Mick didn’t slow down. He headed towards her old bedroom. He knew exactly where she used to sleep, because he’d spent plenty of time in this house over the years, hanging out with her brother.

In the smaller bedroom, he laid her down on the queen-sized bed, gazing down at the picture she made, stretched out on the bed, lips already slightly swollen with passion.

“You’re so beautiful, Ella,” he whispered, as he nearly tore the buttons off his shirt in his hurry to get it off. He was still in uniform, not willing to take the time to change and possibly miss her arrival home. He’d merely secured his weapon and his utility belt, then waited at his living room window for her to come back.

“Now, tell me some of your fantasies,” he whispered, nuzzling her neck as he braced himself over her, his hands melting into the softness of her comforter. It was a pretty sage green and she looked stunning against that color.

She laughed a little nervously. “I think my biggest fantasy is already being fulfilled.”

“What’s that?” he asked, tugging at her sneakers and tossing them away. Her jeans went next and Mick tried to slow down, to savor every moment of this first time with her. But this was Ella. He’d mentally stripped her naked so many times over the years. And this was even better than anything he’d imagined.

“Your skin is so damned soft!” he marveled, pulling her jeans off and tossing them out of the way. “Sit up, honey.”

When she did, he kissed her again and pulled her tee shirt over her head. As he bared her skin, inch by inch, his fingers began to explore, cupping her breasts and finding the pert nipples through the lace of her pretty bra. He pulled back, admiring those magnificent breasts. “Damn it, woman!” he groaned, then pushed her back so that he could tease the nipple. He wanted the lace gone, but he couldn’t seem to find the clasp. So instead, he simply pulled the strap down, leaning forward to cover her nipple with his mouth. And that raspberry bud tasted and felt better against his tongue than he’d ever imagined!

He straightened, taking her leg and lifting it to his mouth, kissing the inside of her foot. She jumped, but he only smiled and skimmed his lips towards the inside of her ankle. With small, nibbling kisses, he moved higher, hearing her breaths become more rapid. He could also smell her arousal and the scent became more intense as he got closer to his ultimate goal.

When he finally kissed that nub, Mick groaned, seeing her glistening, pink folds. “What do you like best, Ella?” he asked.

She moaned and reached for him, her fingers tangling in his hair. He didn’t wait for instructions but dove in, his tongue reveling in her moisture. She was just as sweet and delicious as he’d anticipated.

“Mick!” she groaned, rolling her hips and tempting him further.

With fingers, lips, and especially his tongue, he teased that sensitive nub, sliding his finger into her core and curling upwards until he found that magical spot. She was so responsive that she was arching against his mouth, pressing herself against his tongue. He was intoxicated by the way she tugged at his hair too, showing him what she liked, letting him know how to move, what places were more sensitive.

So it was beautiful when she arched her back, her body throbbing with her first release.

Slowly, Mick pulled away, easing back and kissing his way up her body. When he gazed down at her now, she was limp, an adorable smile on her face and he wanted to thrust into her, to do that to her all over again.

Instead, he stretched out beside her, his fingers trailing along her skin as he explored every inch of her all over again until she opened her eyes.

“Wow!” was all she said as she smiled at him.

He chuckled as his hand moved higher, cupping her breast. “Is that all you can say?” he teased, tweaking her nipple.

Ella laughed and rolled towards him, her body shifting until they were face to face. “Well, I could say something else, but my brain hasn’t exactly…” She gasped, slapping her hand over his fingers. She shook her head. “No, if you keep doing that, then you’re not going to find your release. It’s your turn now.”

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