Page 111 of Never Tear Us Apart

“There is only one thing I regret, Ellery. And whether you stay the night with me is not it. But…” I continue before she has a chance to interject, “we can go to your place if you prefer. But you better make the popcorn before we head upstairs because once those lights go down, and the movie starts, there’s no telling what can happen.”

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By the time we stumble through the patio door, we’re kissing feverishly, hands and mouths everywhere.

“What are you doing?” She laughs as I pick her up and set her down on the kitchen counter.

“Eating. I haven’t had a bite all day and I’m starved.”

“Oh.” She looks to the fridge. “Well there’s leftover pizza in the fridge. And—”

“Not what I’m hungry for.”

Reaching for the waistband of her shorts, I tug them down as she places both hands down on the counter behind her and lifts her hips so I can take them off.

After stripping her naked, I push her legs apart and push her down onto the counter gently. “Breakfast, lunch, and dinner of champions right here.”

“Shit,” she hisses, as her back hits the tile. But when I get on my knees and drape one leg, then the other over my shoulder, goosebumps of another kind prick her skin.

“Here?” She sighs while closing her eyes. “In the kitchen?”

“Yes,” I grip her hips. “Here, and now, because fuck, baby, I want this pussy and I’ve dreamed about doing this, remember?”

I swipe my tongue through her slick slit, and a rush of heat shoots straight to my balls. “Christ, Cruz, the things you can do with that mouth.”

If it were my last day on Earth and I was given the choice between a five course meal or this, I’d choose this over and over.

Pulling her down so her ass hangs over the edge of the counter, I push her legs back so her knees meet her ears and swirl my tongue around her asshole.

“Omigod.” She grabs the edge of the counter. “What are you doing?”

I want to worship her. But even more so, I want her to be mine. And if I can’t have her forever, then I want all of her for just one night. No holds barred.

I look up, hungry to claim every inch of her, and this is the last part I’ve never had. “Do you want me to make you come,or do you want to stop me from coming until my balls explode? Whatever you want, I’ll do it, Ellery. I’m yours.”

“First,” she pushes up on her elbows, “I want you to stop calling me Ellery. It’s Ellie.YourEllie.”

I stand up and place both hands on either side of her, lips pulling into a magnanimous smile. It’s the first time in two years she’s asked me to call her that and it fills me with a rush of emotion.

“And the second?” I can’t help but grin.

She cups my face, bringing our faces an inch apart. “I want you to fuck me right here on this kitchen counter and make me scream your name. Can you do that, All American?”

My eyes drift down her beautiful body—rosy, pink nipples beading with the cool air blowing down from the air conditioning vent overhead—and when I drag my eyes back up and they find hers, they’re full of a kind of heat and hunger that matches my own.

“Ellie,” I lean in, lips bushing hers as I speak, “I can do that and more.”

Kissing her with new intensity, I trail my lips down her neck to her breast, tongue circling one nipple and sucking it, before doing the same to the other. Her head falls back as she sighs and I can’t believe I went two years without this and that I will have to live forever without it after this summer.

“Fuck,” I rasp, “I can’t stop wanting you.”

“Then don’t. Have me. Take what you want.”

I pull her off the counter and spin her around, pushing her down slowly on her stomach, and reaching between her legs. Dipping two fingers inside her already soaking cunt, she moans and widens her legs, writhing with my touch.

I know what she likes, and I know what she wants, but when I lean in and she feels my tongue swipe up her ass crack, she jumps forward and throws her hands down on the counter tobrace herself.

“Fuck,” she puffs out.

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