Page 23 of Downward Dawg
“Taking you bare?” His head swam with the thought of nothing between them. “I’ve never done that. Not ever. And my tests are all good too. You sure, baby?”
“Oh, yeah,” she groaned as she ground herself against his leg again. “So sure. Mega sure. Like take-me-now sure. Please.”
He planted his other heel in the bed and flipped them. Ella let out a tiny shriek, then laughed again as he spread out on top of her. A quick roll of his hips had him dropping between her knees, and she angled her legs wide for him. Mad Dawg fell into the cradle of her hips, his cock pinned between their bodies.
“That was effective,” she whispered, sounding out of breath. “I’m a big fan of efficiency, so points for that too. Yay.”
“Wanted you under me for a long damn time. Since the first time I saw you through the window, all glowing and happy as you stretched and twisted. So fuckin’ beautiful, inside and out.” Mad Dawg pushed up on his arms, elbows locked so he hovered over her. They were connected from the waist down, but he wanted a long look at her like this. It felt momentous.
Because I’m building memories with her.
Hair a mess, spread out on the pillow like a seductive fan, her face had regained a tint of pink in her cheeks, and now her eyes were clear, staring up at him, any fear or sadness gone. A smile flickered across her lips as she wound one hand behind his neck. Not pulling him down, just touching, giving him this moment to study and look his fill. “You’re even more gorgeous than I already knew.” Her breasts were small, mounded on her chest. Taut muscles in her arm flexed as she held onto him. The tendons in her neck lent her a look of strength, but the expression on her face was soft, filled with affection. “Gonna love you, Elodie.”
“Gonna let you, Dominick,” she responded with a smile. Her tongue darted out, dampening her luscious lips. “You wanna get goin’ on that sometime this century? A woman might think a man wasn’t as ready as I can feel you are.” She rolled her hips, moving her hot pussy against his dick.
He groaned as he dropped to one forearm, mouth hovering over hers as he reached between them to grasp his cock. Positioning himself at her opening, he held there a moment, then pressed in slowly. He entered her in pulses, pushing in and pulling out partway, then taking her deeper. Each slide built the pleasure, until he was buried balls deep and his belly was quivering with how hard it was to hold back.
“Feels so good. Fuck, Ella,” he muttered, dipping down for a quick kiss.
Breathless, she chased his lips, demanding a deeper caress. She fell back to the pillow with a sigh, and nodded. “Yes, Dawg. Fuck. Fuck me.” One hitch of her hips was all it took to break his uncertain control.
He dropped his forehead to hers, holding her gaze as he began to drive into her, the rhythm quickly settling into a hard and fast pace. He wouldn’t be able to sustain this for long.Just long enough.“You feel so good, baby. Hot and wet, and you’re takin’ my cock just right. Perfect for me, baby. Fuckin’ perfect.”
“Fill me up, fill me.” She threw a hand over her head, palm flat to the headboard as she shoved herself down onto his cock. “Give me everything, honey. Give it to me like you want. Take what you want. You’re everything I need, right here.”
Mad Dawg ignored light scratching at the door, keeping his focus on Ella’s face.
Her mouth twisted in a moan, and she arched up, body colliding with his as they moved together. The slap of skin was loud.
“That’s it, baby.” He put his mouth to her ear, whispering, “Take yourself there.”
“I won’t leave you behind.” Her panting cry came as tension filled as her body. “Oh, please. Please. Fill me.” She tightened, writhing underneath him, her muscles taut as she lifted over the razor’s edge of pleasure and fell into her orgasm. “Oh, Dawg. Please. Please.” She wailed, “Please.”
“I got you, baby.” He raked his teeth across the side of her throat, placing a series of hard, sucking kisses against her skin. His hips rose and fell, circling and rolling, dragging every ounce of enjoyment out of her. When she slowly began to relax underneath him, Mad Dawg unleashed himself, pounding hard and deep, bringing himself to the precipice within a handful of gasped breaths. Then he was coming, the overwhelming pressure pulsing through him as scorching heat surrounded the head of his cock. His spine stiffened, head drawing back in a sharp cry. The first spasm passed, and he curled himself around her, hips stuttering through another wave of passion.
A howl sounded from outside the bedroom door and Mad Dawg jolted, the movement making Ella catch her breath with a tiny exclamation. The dog cried out again, scratched at the door, and howled long and shockingly out of tune, like fingernails on a chalkboard.
Ella laughed, and the sound seemed to provoke Chicken, who responded with a series of wailing screams that could have been mistaken for a woman being killed. Or something being killed, anyway.Maybe a chicken.
Mad Dawg collapsed to the side, his cock slipping out as he laughed harder than he had in a long time. Laughter that would have seemed foreign only a few hours ago.She’s so fuckin’ good for me.
Ella spread herself over the top of him, still cackling madly, a hand settling on either side of his face. Staring into her eyes, he lay in amazed wonder as she choked out a returning howl, then followed her lead. His awkward attempts spun them off into greater hilarity, and the dog into another series of wailing cries.
When she bent close and kissed him, he took her laughter into his mouth, swallowing that joy, and made a promise to himself he would always make sure she had laughter in bed.
Always. My Ella.
***
Elodie
The sun woke her, streaming through the open curtains with unexpected intensity. It was late morning.Shit. I’ve overslept.
Elodie blinked several times, as waves of heat from the body next to her registered.Larger than Chicken. And way cuter. She grinned at the realization it was Dawg.
She turned to her side and propped on an elbow to gaze down at him. He was conventionally handsome, sharp cheekbones and a strong jawline covered with a short beard. His looks were one of the things that had initially flustered her around him. It had only been after she’d realized he either didn’t know or didn’t care about his looks that she’d dug deeper. Humility was apparently one of her turn-ons.Who knew I liked them humble?Through the months, their scant minutes-long conversations when their days overlapped hadn’t done anything to change her opinion of him.
The experiences and situations over the past couple of days hadn’t dented that opinion either.
