Page 64 of Love At First Fright
“And what about you, Ellis? What do you like?”
“Hmm, let me see.” His hand traced the little hearts embroidered on her jeans, moving higher up her leg. “I like being dominant, as you know. I like to give my partner pleasure, even if that sometimes means withholding orgasms from them.” His fingers climbed higher, skimming the top of her jeans, popping open a button.
“I like your mouth, Rosemary. I want to see you on your knees, taking me. I’ve been thinking about it for days. I want you to ride my face, and I want to lick that pretty ass of yours asyou do it, and I want to come in you and on you and wherever I like. Does that sound good?”
Rosemary hissed as he slipped his hand into her knickers, already so wet for him.
“You’re fucking soaked, love.”
“Sorry.”
“Don’t apologise. I love it, I love that I can do this to you.” Ellis circled her clit with his fingers, his eyes on the road and right hand on the steering wheel.
“All this talk about kinks made you wet, didn’t it, sweetheart? Imagining what I’m going to do to you?” His fingers dipped into the heat of her core as his thumb continued to stroke her clit.
“Mmm, yes,” she murmured, her head tipping back against the seat.
“You want to come for me, love?”
“Please.”
Ellis fucked her with his hand, loving the deliciously filthy sound of it, until her body began to clench around him. Then he pulled his hand out, and sucked his fingers into his mouth, tasting her, like honey and sea salt.
“Ellis,” Rosemary groaned. “Why—”
“Not yet, love. You’ll come when I let you.”
“I could just do it myself,” she groaned.
“But you won’t, you’re so good for me, Rosemary,” he said, rubbing his thumb against her bottom lip, letting her taste herself.
“This is going to be the longest drive of my life,” she huffed.
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“And here is the cottage,”Mr. Tokes said, directing Ellis, Rosemary, and Fig down a cobblestoned pathway, hidden from sight from the main house, that had late-blooming lilac asters flowering on either side of it.
“It’s been frosty over here the last few days, so it might be a bit nippy in there at first, but I’ve popped the heater on for you.” The elderly man smiled.
“Thank you,” Ellis said, glad he hadn’t bothered to wear his celebrity disguise of a hat and sunglasses. They’d parked by the side of Mr. and Mrs. Tokes’s home, a thatched-roof cottage that was down a bumpy one-lane road, and he’d decided that the likelihood of this elderly couple being familiar with movies he’d been in was low enough to chance it. He’d been correct.
Their holiday cottage was aptly named Aspen Cottage for the yellow-leafed, slender trees planted beside it. It was postcard perfect: warm red brick with two chimneys on either side of the slate roof, a door painted in cream and vermilion, and windows surrounded by climbing ivy. Ellis’s heart lurchedwhen he felt Rosemary squeezing his hand.It’s beautiful,she mouthed at him.
“What’s a lovely young couple like yourselves doing out here then?” Mr. Tokes asked, unlocking the door.
“Just taking a break from the city,” Rosemary replied, keeping their story vague. Ellis was thankful for it.
“Well, you picked the right place for it, won’t hear much apart from wildlife around here. I’ll tell you what I’d recommend, follow that path there.” He inclined his head towards a small dirt track that wove through a grove of fir trees to the west of the house.
“You follow that path through the woods and up the hill, just a short walk, mind you, and you’ll come to the top of Chipping Hill. Beautiful spot for a dog walk. If it was summer I’d say you should take a picnic.”
He left them the keys to the cottage and told them to look around and make themselves at home.
“Come knock on the door if you need anything. The missus is in the village tonight—pub quiz—so it’ll just be me. You can message through the app, I guess, but I don’t check my phone often. Best knock if you need me.”
“Thank you,” Ellis said, as Mr. Tokes closed the door behind them.
It was a little chilly, but the cottage’s ceilings were low, painted white with exposed wooden beams, and Ellis figured it would warm up soon enough. Fig was already busying herself sniffing every inch of the place and commanding the comfiest bit of the sofa for a nap.
