Page 30 of The Marrying Kind
“Take these off,” she said, working her fingers under the waistband of my pants.
I pulled back and obliged, pushing my pants down and tossing them over the edge of the couch. I groaned as she stroked me over the fabric of my boxers.
“These too,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.
“Yes, ma’am.”
Turned out, I was damn good at following orders. And Ella taking charge—telling me what she wanted—was the hottest thing ever. Once I was bare, her gaze left mine and moved down my torso, lingering on a certain overeager body part. Based on her pleased expression, Ella was very happy with what she saw.
She moved both hands from my chest, running them over my skin and down my stomach. When she reached my cock, I shivered under her touch.
Wrapping me in her fist, Ella treated me to a slow, steady stroke, then another. Her movements were confident. Perfect. Pure torture.
I groaned roughly, and Ella smiled. Then she moved from her spot tucked against my side and crawled down my body, leaning over me to bring her mouth to my erection.
“Princess ...” I groaned again.
Ella gave me a sweet look and then dove in for more, taking me deeper. Her mouth was soft, yet demanding. Apparently, she approached sex like she approached life—she was all in, and it felt incredible. I murmured words of encouragement and stroked her hair while she treated me to the hottest blow job of my life.
She responded well to my filthy praise, letting out a dreamy murmur. Any doubts I had about Ella being the right woman for me were chased away by the resounding perfection of this moment.
It had been just over a week of sharing my space with her. I shouldn’t feel this much. Shouldn’t have these kinds of thoughts. But the train had left the station, folks. I wanted this. A real future. Someone to come home to. I wanted this withher. Ella finding her happiness meant more to me than it should. This girl deserved the world, and I wanted to be the man to give it to her.Thoughts of the future vanished though when Ella gripped me in her fist, the only thing I could focus on now wasthismoment.Thesefeelings.
“Fuck, sweetheart. Yes. That’s it.” A deep, rumbling sound came from my chest, and Ella’s eyes met mine.
“Do you like it?” She grinned at me with a bold, sexy expression.
I nodded, my eyes focused on her mouth, which was sliding along my rigid flesh. “So much. Go deeper,” I rasped.
She did, and my body trembled.
I buried one hand beneath the curtain of her dark hair, and Ella gave me a heated look. She was loving this every bit as much as I was. Her hand moved faster, her mouth warm and eager—as if pushing me toward my release. I couldn’t stop it, even if I wanted to.
“Honey ...”
I barely got the word out in an effort to warn her, but Ella wasn’t deterred. She continued to suck and lick my rigid flesh until I’d made a mess all over my abs. She moved back up my body, settling herself in the crook of my arm.
“You are incredible,” I said, still breathless.
She tipped her chin up and teased me with a sexy smile. I loved seeing her like this—happy.
“I need to clean myself up. As soon as I can move. I think you killed me.”
Ella laughed. And I decided it was my new favorite sound.
13
MAKING MERRY MEMORIES
Ella
These last few days have been an unexpected gift—one I didn’t intend to squander. It felt like the universe knew I needed this.
Thanks, Mom.
I’d often wondered if my parents were watching over me. Part of me hoped they were too busy having the best time in heaven, but this trip made me feel like they were. Like they led me directly to the Hart family, where they knew I’d feel right at home during this difficult first Christmas without them.
It was ironic that when I started this trip, I had intentionally left before Christmas. I couldn’t stand the idea of sitting alone in my parents’ old house, not when I’d be without them for the first time in my life. My plan had been to avoid the holiday altogether. It was going to be easy to hide in my hotel room, order in some Chinese food, and drink a bottle of wine while watchingI Love Lucyre-runs.
