Page 16 of Blocking Her Love

“What the… Sean?” She jerks to sitting and pulls the comforter over her body. “What are you doing here?”

“Don’t stop.”

“St…stop what?” Her eyes are heavy lidded and I wish there was enough light to see the blush I know must be filling her face.

“Moaning my name. Making yourself come. Ellie, god help me, don’t stop.” I’ll fall to my knees and beg if that’s what she wants. Anything she wants.

We stare at each other for a long time then she blinks. She’s made a decision. Her tongue peeks out to trace her lower lip as she shoves the comforter aside. “I’ll moan your name, Sean. Only if you…come with me.”

“Tell me, sweetheart, tell me what to do.” I edge closer to the bed. Giving her control feels like the right thing to do. Because it won’t take much for me to lose it. My cock throbs and aches. I don’t know how long my knees will keep me upright.

“Strip and…” She pats the mattress. “We need to talk.”

“Talk?” The word squeaks. She wants to talk?

“Only a little. If we’re going to do this we need to be clear on a couple things.”

How can she be so unaffected when two minutes ago she was touching herself and moaning my name? I can do this. Talk. While I rip off my shirt and step out of my jeans and briefs, she strokes her silk covered mound. Crawling from the end of the bed, I settle on my side next to her, take her hand and suck her fingers into my mouth. Teasing the tips with my tongue I growl deep in my throat. If her fingers taste this good I’ll die a happy man when I feast on her.

“I can’t think when you do that.”

“Good. Thinking’s overrated.” I lick her palm then chase the thrill bumps on her arms to her shoulder. Her other hand against my forehead stops my progress. “Sweetheart?”

“You need to know if?—”

“When.”

She nods. “When we do this, first I need you to know how much you mean to me. As a friend, a coach, and as a man. Can we add sex to the equation and keep everything else the same?”

“Ellie, I honestly don’t know.” What I do know is that I’m in love with her, I just don’t know what will happen when I tell her. Until then if I don’t get my face between her legs in the next minute… “Ellie, sweetheart, let me bring you pleasure.”

“This isn’t just about me. What about your needs?”

I answer by taking her mouth, teasing and nipping until her lips part and I take the kiss deeper. The stiff set of her shoulders softens and I ease her back onto the pillows. “We’ll take turns.”

“What good sportsmanship.” She chuckles then gasps as I cup her breast and suck on her nipple through the satiny material of her cami. “Oh, that’s not fair.”

After circling the slick fabric around her distended nipple, I lift my head. “Don’t they say all’s fair in love?”

“And war. I’m not fighting you, Sean. You feel too good. Like that kiss yesterday. I didn’t know how to deal with how you made me feel. I’m sorry I shut you out.”

“Don’t shut me out now.”

She cups my face. “Never.”

Turning my head, I kiss her palm. “Enough talking?”

“Yes.”

“Good. Take this off.” I pluck at the hem of her camisole before moving my fingers under the elastic waist of the last barrier between me and what I want. She wiggles out of the cami before I slowly tug the shorts down her legs and expose my destination. Her mound is smooth, and how I wish for more light to see her glistening sex.

“Close your eyes,” Ellie says and when I do, she turns on the soft glow of the nightlight base on the bedside lamp. “There. I want to be able to see you better. Every last inch of you.”

“You read my mind.” There’s more I could say. More I want to say. But not as much as I long to make her come. The scent of her arousal surrounds me as I spread her folds, and my heart is where it’s meant to be. Home. “Ellie, sweetheart…”

Her knees drop to the side opening her further. “No talking, remember?”

“Are pleasured moans considered talking?” I ask before pressing my tongue to her clit.

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