Page 46 of Love At First Fright
“Look, up there.” She felt Ellis’s fingers tip her chin upwards and to the left, and she watched as a shooting star danced across the sky.
“Incredible,” she whispered. Instinctively, she turned to face him. He was right there, his warm breath on her face; her fingers could graze his broad chest if she only allowed herself.
“What are you sucking on?” he all but growled in her ear.
“Candy.”
“What kind?”
“Pear drop.” She stuck out her tongue, the sweet on it, and watched Ellis’s pupils blow wide.
“Let me taste it.”
Rosemary took the sweet out of her mouth, and with more bravery than she felt, lifted it to Ellis’s lips. He sucked it into his mouth, and she felt the warmth of his tongue grazing her finger.
“Delicious,” he said, “tastes like you.” His eyes never leaving hers, he swirled the sweet around his mouth and let out a little groan that Rosemary knew was just for her. Then he took the pear drop out of his mouth and held it between two fingers.
“Open,” Ellis instructed. And she did, without a second thought, opening her mouth as he placed the sweet back on her tongue. Ellis ran his thumb under her chin, gently closing her mouth. His other finger grazed her lips; the barest touch, but it was enough to send Rosemary reeling. She wanted more than a graze, she wanted to be marked.
“So good,” she heard him mutter, and if he’d wanted to take her against this window, she would have let him. Ellis’s hand skirted down her neck, fingers holding her there. She was desperate, needy, she craned into his touch. “Ellis,” she whispered.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he said, but as he did so he shifted his body against hers, and without thinking, Rosemary parted her legs, bringing him to stand between her thighs. Her only thought was to get him closer.
“Fuck,” Ellis muttered, his other hand grasping her waist. He pressed himself against her, and the feel of his cock, right there, right there against her, sent a pulse straight to Rosemary’s pussy. She ground against him, and swallowed the remnants of the sweet.
Ellis tipped his head forwards, his lips brushing hers lightly.
“Tell me to stop.” He pressed a kiss to the edge of her mouth, her cheek, her neck. His stubble grazed her cheek, sending a delicious shiver down her spine.
“No,” she whispered. “Don’t stop.”
“Tell me you don’t want this, and I’ll stop.” His hand curved under her top, splaying against her skin, gripping her waist hard.
“You’re too good for me, Rosemary. Christ, if you had any idea of the things I want to do to you—”
She didn’t let him finish the sentence. Rosemary was tired of not taking what she wanted. She wanted Ellis, so why wait? She twisted her face and captured his lips with her own.
Ellis growled into her mouth, and she was lost. His mouth was reverent fire on hers, decadently soft but not gentle. There was nothing slow or careful or tentative about this kiss. His tongue was hot and slick, claiming her mouth, his grip on her neck firm and unyielding. It was everything.
He shifted against her again, brushing his cock against her, and even through two layers of jeans, Rosemary could sense his size. Ellis kissed her like a man starved, like he couldn’t get enough. His touch sent her into a frenzy and the only thing that could cure it was more. She reached for his belt buckle, but he stayed her hand.
“I thought you wanted…?” she asked through kiss-swollen lips.
“Oh, I do,” he answered, voice all gravel. “I know how much you need it, too, don’t you, love?” His grip on the back of her neck, her hips, became more possessive. Desire burned every inch of her skin.
“So much,” she whimpered.
“If we’re going to do this, we’ll need rules, boundaries. To make sure we’re not doing anything you don’t want to do.” As Ellis spoke, he peppered kisses along her neck, chasing the line of her tattoos with his tongue.
“No one else, while you’re with me,” he said—no, ordered.Rosemary felt the submissive in her almost cheering with delight. This is what she had been craving, for so goddamn long, to be someone’s.
“No one else,” she agreed.
“And I get to decide when you come.” Ellis ground his cock against her core, knowing precisely what he was doing to her, knowing how the edges of an orgasm were already building. She was a bundle of nerves, ready to break. Ellis thrust hard against her once.
“Fuck!” Rosemary cried out, her orgasm so, so close. But then he pulled away. She contemplated begging.
“Does that all sound good to you, love?” Ellis asked, a boyish, mischievous, and all-too-smug expression on his face.
