Page 69 of Love At First Fright
Rosemary felt his eyes on her as she climbed the narrow stairs, and peeled off her T-shirt as she reached the top. The bedroom, with the patter of rain on the window, looked extra cosy. The bed, with its soft cotton sheets, was too tidy for what they were about to do to it.
She got rid of her clothes and removed her glasses. She would barely be able to make out Ellis without them, but in her experience, people preferred not to have their partners wearing glasses during sex.
She was so slick already, and desperately wanted to touch herself to relieve it, but Ellis had given her a command, and she wanted to do it.
Rosemary kneeled on the bed, her back to the open door, her hands resting on the tops of her thighs. The anticipation hurt, but the idea of having Ellis, having him touch her, fill her, made it all the sweeter.
A minute later, she heard Ellis walking up the stairs, and heard the sharp intake of breath as he walked into the bedroom. She shivered at his feather-light touch as he brushed her hair to the side, revealing the jasmine and honeysuckle tattoo that decorated her spine. The pain of the tattoo was worth the pleasure she felt now, as Ellis ran a finger down the centre of her back.
“Where are your glasses, Rosemary?” he asked, his voice low and hot.
“On the bedside table.”
“Why did you take them off? Don’t you want to see?”
“I do. But I figured you might prefer it? They can get in the way during sex.”
She heard Ellis huff a laugh, and then he came into view to her left, and handed her her glasses.
“Put them on, love. I want you to see everything I’m about to do to you.”
Rosemary did as she was told, and Ellis backed out of her field of vision again. A second later, she felt his breath on the back of her neck.
“Open your legs, Rosemary, and come to the top of the bed.”
She did so, worrying slightly that she might lose her balance, but the mattress was hard enough to support her there.
“What now?” she whispered.
Ellis’s face came into view between her legs as he guided her legs apart even further with his hands and lifted her slightly. He was lying against the pillow.
“Now,” he huffed, the heat of his breath against her pussy near enough to drive her insane, “you’re going to ride my face until you come.” His hands gripped the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass firmly, bringing her down to him.
“What if I crush you?” she asked.
“You won’t. There is nowhere else I would rather be right now, Rosemary.” Ellis looked up at her from between her legs, his pupils blown wide, a grin on his face. Then he pulled her to him. The first suck of his mouth sent a jolt of pleasure right through her.
“Fuck,” Rosemary hissed, as Ellis lapped at her centre, using his hands to move her, showing her how to grind against him.
She was shy at first, but that soon faded, with every firm lick on her cunt, every kiss Ellis planted on her clit. He seemed to be taking just as much pleasure from this as she did, groaning as she writhed against his lips. She loved watching him lose control; she wanted to be the one to elicit this reaction from him.
Rosemary let herself go, grinding into the heat of Ellis’s mouth, seeing stars as the orgasm crashed through her. It was so sudden, the peak was over too soon.
“Not done yet,” Ellis grumbled, and lifted her off him, pivoting her on the bed so she was facing away.
“That was so good.”
“I know, love. We’re only just getting started.” With agentle push, his hand splayed out in the centre of her back, Ellis guided Rosemary to her hands and knees.
“Look at you,” Ellis muttered from behind her, and she found herself squirming backwards to feel his touch, to find his body with her own.
Sensing her need, Ellis grabbed her ass with his hands, kneading her flesh roughly. It was perfect.
“Please touch me,” she whispered.
This time, Ellis ran two fingers from her clit, curving them backwards to the close of her folds.
“Touch you here?” he asked, mischief lacing his tone as he skimmed his fingers further back, grazing the entrance of her ass. “Or here?”
