I give her a pointed look as I curve my pointer finger and find the spot inside her that I know will have her screaming my name. “If that’s what you need to think,” I whisper into her ear as I scissor my fingers back and forth inside of her.
Her breath hitches and her body trembles. “Don’t play with me, Estella. I know you inside”—I stroke her inner walls as she grips my arms—“and out.” I kiss her again. Feeling her tongue against mine.
“Fuck you, Aiden,” she whimpers against my lips.
“You, sweetheart, most certainly will be,” I assure her as I take one hand and release my cock, palming it. I look at the sofa behind her. The back of it is wide, maybe ten inches across. I lean her down. She looks at me perplexed as I lift her and set her down on the back of her sofa, letting her legs dangle on either side of it. I look down at her as I yank her legs free of the sweatpants and admire her pretty pussy. I once told her I could never tire of seeing it and it’s the truth.
I lean down, lifting her toned thighs in my hands, and lick her clit.
“Aiden!” she cries out as she grabs my hair. I smirk against her folds as I tongue her entrance. She tastes just as good as I remember, maybe even better. I set her one foot on the arm of the sofa and keep the other in my hand, stretching her open to me. I stand up and align myself with her entrance.
“Is your health situation the same?” I ask as I hold my cock in my other hand.
“Yes,” she whispers.
That’s the only answer I need as I slam into her. We both grunt.
I’m home and it feels amazing. I don’t move for a moment, allowing her body to acclimate to my girth while giving myself a minute to feel every inch of her heat around me. She can’t deny how perfectly we fit together.
I start to move, pulling all the way out and slamming back into her. She grips the back of the sofa behind her head as she tries to stay on the narrow ledge. Her body is at the perfect height for me. I keep her legs spread open as I take her, over and over.
I watch as her eyes roll back in her head on a low moan. I grind my pelvis as I enter her, and I feel her body shake. She’s close.
Sweat forms on my brow as I continue to move, increasing my pace. I grab her legs and put her feet up on my shoulders. The new angle allows me to go deeper.
Her muscles clamp down on me as her body goes rigid, and she screams my name.
“Don’t stop!” she cries out. “Don’t stop!”
I go faster, my body pistoning into hers. I watch where our bodies connect. My cock glistens with her release. It’s hot as fuck. I could watch myself slamming into her tight pussy all day long and never tire of it.
It’s when her body clenches one last time, clamping down so hard that I struggle to move against her, that I erupt.
“Ella!” I growl as I empty into her, pushing deeper and leaving my pulsing cock buried inside her. She clamps her muscles around me, keeping me there.
Her big brown eyes open and look up at me. There are so many emotions playing out on her face. I’m not sure what she’s thinking. I slowly pull out of her, watching my release drip out of her is as hot as I remember it.
She glares at me and clamps her legs together, obstructing my view as she sits up and hops off the back of her sofa.
“No,” she says sternly. “You did not just mark me. I’m not yours anymore, Aiden Thomas.”
I lean over her, looking down into her eyes as I place my hand at the base of her neck to feel her pulse. “You never stopped being mine,” I whisper through clenched teeth.
Her mouth opens and then closes and then opens again before she shuts it and glares at me.
“Tell me I’m wrong, my star,” I say to her, purposefully using my nickname for her, the one I only used when it was just the two of us.
Her lips form a straight line. I can see the inferno raging in her eyes. She’s ready for a fight. I know we have to have one. It’s coming like a herd of runaway horses, and nothing is going to stop it. It’s years in the making.
But she surprises me when she steps away and leans down, pulling the sweatpants back on. “You should go,” she says quietly as she motions to the door.
I don’t know what to make of this. Our norm is to have a fight followed by amazing makeup sex. This…is a different side of Ella. For a moment, I wonder if we are beyond repair. But I won’t let myself believe that. Seeing her recently, and then tonight confirms what I long suspected. We have unfinished business. I don’t know what went wrong in the past, but I sure as fuck will be finding out. Tonight though, I’ll let her have this small win. Because I’m not interested in winning this battle. I’m in this to win the entire damn war.
Chapter8
Ella
He stands before me,his hair disheveled, his shirt partially unbuttoned. He looks freshly fucked. How did I let things get this out of hand?