Page 98 of Ella Gets the D
My eyes move from her red lips to her hooded gaze. She glances at my mouth and meets my stare with an invitation. Her legs part, the high slit in her dress giving way to accommodate my size. My dick probes between her thighs through my slacks, searching for the heat it wants. If there’s one thing we’ve mastered, it’s the art of dry humping.
I press my lips to hers and swoop down to lift her. Her legs wrap around me and hold on for dear life as our bodies pummel into each other. I widen my stance and dig my fingers into the soft flesh holding up a thong I plan to tear with my teeth.
A series of long kisses turns desperate with each thrust. The force of my hips pumping into her center rattles the door. My balls tighten, and I pull us apart. Not yet.
“Take me out.” I lick the bottom lip Ella snatches between her teeth and wait.
She fumbles with the belt and unbuttons my pants. The zipper whines in a slow hiss. I hold back a moan and take a small step to give her space to pull out my dick, tracing the shell of her lips and rocking into her hand as it caresses my head. She spreads precum up and down my length, cautious around my piercing, like I won’t dick her down into the mattress with it later. My mouth rejoins hers for a slow kiss. Our tongues explore the hunger of our desires.
I’ve wanted Ella since the moment she showed up in my house and scared the living shit out of me. I never expected for our living situation to be more than a favor to Morgan, but somewhere along the way, I fell in love.
The reality of having her in real life, beyond my dreams, sends me to my knees. Literally.
I set her down on the ground and kneel. We could stand here all night, but my mouth has other plans.
“Can I taste you, sweetheart?” At her nod, I run my fingers up the dress that hugs her curves and expose thick, honey-tan thighs.
The scent of her essence coats the air in an intoxicating lure. I’m a patient man. I’ve been patient because of the complexities that come with her separation. Tonight, that patience is gone.
“Keep your back against the wall and lift this leg.” She hesitates, but then her right leg settles on my shoulder. “Good girl,” I say with a kiss to her thigh. “Hold on to the wall for me, baby.”
Her body quivers at the first swipe of my tongue over her lacy black thong coated in her juices. I hook a hand under the leg on my shoulder to steady her, pull the fabric to the side, and drag my tongue from the sensitive skin above her ass to her lips. She releases a shaky moan when I open her for deep strokes to taste her. The tip of my tongue flicks to her clit before I devour her with my mouth.
“Julian.” Her hips buck forward as I edge her closer to her breaking point.
My hand wraps around my dick, the way it has many nights as I imagined the scene in front of me. I quicken my pace at the force of her fingers pulling my head deeper between her legs. Her voice is a raspy plea between thrusts. “Don’t. You. Dare. Stop.”
Thick ropes of my cum hit the door. I make a mental note to clean up before check-out and stand. Ella sucks in several breaths in the aftershock of her orgasm. “That was—”
I swallow her gasp with my tongue and plunge two fingers inside her pussy. Her skin is fire on my lips as I sear a path of open-mouthed kisses down her neck. My teeth scrape over the black fabric of her dress and capture a nipple with a hard tug.
“We’re not done yet,” I say at her throaty whimper. My fingers curl inside her to stroke her G-spot, and I hold her steady andpress a kiss to her lips. “You’re stunning when you come, El. Let go, baby.”
Her brows crease, and her mouth hangs open at my summon for another orgasm. Dark chocolate eyes glaze over with years of repressed desire. Her head falls back, and she unleashes a moan that hardens my dick back to life.
Ella collapses over me, spent from the pleasure I’ve drawn from her body. I press soft kisses to her forehead and pull her to my middle. My arms wrap around her soft frame, and I bury my nose in her neck and soak in the lavender scent that etched itself deep into my memories months ago. I can’t get enough, and I never will.
“Julian?”
I meet her steady gaze. She takes my face in her hands and leans forward to recapture my lips, her kiss brushing across my skin like a whisper before she thrusts her tongue inside. My mouth leaves from hers to admire her. I could spend the rest of the night kissing her, but she has my dick between her hands, and it’s hard to think.
“Ella.” Her name tangles with a moan at the firm strokes over my shaft. I got my first release out the way, and I’m ready to go again, but I don’t want to push her. Judging by the heat in her eyes, that won’t be a problem.
“I want to feel good.” She dips her tongue into my mouth and says, “Again.”
It takes two attempts to clear my throat.Fuck yes.“Whatever you want, sweetheart.”Use my dick like a game controller. I don’t care.
A brow lifts. She tugs me closer with another hard stroke and licks the shell of my ear. “Take your clothes off and sit on that dining room chair.” She nods to the one closest to the window.
“Yes, baby.” My voice is thick and unsteady, because holy fuck. I don’t know what button I pushed to activate this version of Ella, but I’d stick my dick in a light socket if she asked.
My clothes are off in record time, and I add a shimmy as I stride to the chair, for good measure.
“Sit back and spread for me.” Not a problem. “Stroke yourself, slowly.”
Fuck.
I part my legs and move my hand up and down my length. The movement stutters as she steps out of her dress and reaches down to remove her thong. My hand stills as she walks toward me in nothing but black heels and a confidence that steals my breath.
