Page 70 of Love At First Fright
Rosemary knew what she liked, and she fuckinglovedthis.
“Yes,” she hissed, giving Ellis the approval he needed. While his fingers rimmed her ass, Ellis re-attached his mouth to her pussy, making Rosemary keen out in pleasure. She was full from everywhere, but needed more. Needed him.
“Ellis, I’m…I’m close,” she moaned, and just as Rosemary felt the orgasm cresting again, the delicious pressure of Ellis’s fingers fucking her in the front and back, he let go of her.
“Noooo,” she moaned, “why did you stop?”
“I told you. I want to make you beg for it.” He chuckled, moving around so he stood in front of her. “I like you like this, blushing pink for me.”
She watched him with hungry eyes as he undressed, drinking in the salt-and-pepper hair of his chest and forearms, the deep V of muscle that led down to those powerful thighs. There was nothing Hollywood, nothing prim and polished about the man who stood half-naked before her now. He was built like a rugby player, tall and thick.
Ellis scooped her up into a high kneeling position, andkissed her. It was decadent, kissing like this. And surprisingly rare. Sex with men usually followed a specific, set trajectory. Kiss, a splash of foreplay, immediately followed by penetrative sex. The good partners that Rosemary had been with would make sure she came first, but once they got going, there was none of this pausing to kiss and make out. Sex with Ellis, heated as it was, was also playful.
She sucked at his lower lip, her fingers trailing down his chest, tugging open his trouser fly.
“Now please?” she whispered, looking up at him with a bratty innocence.
“Fuck. Now,” Ellis commanded, and Rosemary pulled out his thick cock. She couldn’t resist, allowing herself to tease him, lapping and sucking just the tip into her mouth, humming and pulling back as Ellis bucked himself further into her mouth.
“Fuck, need you, Rosemary. Need you, sweetheart,” he hissed, and leant her back onto the bed until she was lying down, her legs splayed wide for him. Finally, Rosemary felt the weight of Ellis’s body as he lay down above her, the size of him encompassing all around her, and she scratched her nails into his back, eliciting a hiss. Ellis claimed her nipple with his mouth, flicking with his tongue as his other hand caressed.
“Green?” he asked, kissing the corner of her mouth.
“Green,” she whispered back, as Ellis palmed his cock, guiding it to her entry.
“I’m not sure how long I’ll last, love, if you feel this fucking good and I’m not even inside you yet,” he groaned, “but I’ll make it up to you.” And he buried his cock inside her, right up to the hilt. Rosemary cried out, the pleasure of every inch of her filled by Ellis’s size was almost too much.
“Fuck.” Ellis hissed and drove into her again hard, his free hand circling her clit. “You’re taking me so beautifully,” hepraised her, thrusting deep, again and again, building Rosemary up until she was shaking, twisting, no longer in control of her limbs or her speech, crying out as she clenched and came. She heard Ellis whispering, “Like that, good girl, come for me,” and felt the roughness of his stubble as he pressed hot, open-mouthed kisses to the breasts, and the wave brought her down.
“You’re so beautiful,” Ellis said, looking down at Rosemary. Her brain warped at how he could say something so lovely, so endearingly romantic, yet continue to buck his hips, his cock driving into her.
“So are you.” She reached up to run a finger through his dark hair, tracing the silver scar on his forehead. She was learning what Ellis liked, and when she scratched the nape of his neck with her nails, he bucked suddenly, fucking her faster.
“So perfect, so perfect,” he whispered, chanted, as he drove into her, meeting her lips with his in a hot kiss. She heard Ellis’s voice breaking, his control slipping.
She’d give him what he needed. Her limbs were jelly as Ellis pivoted her on the bed, looping her thighs over his so she could ride him.
“Good girl, ride it, ride my cock,” he growled out, his hips punching to meet hers. She wound her arms around his neck, their panting breaths mingling, their bodies as close as possible. The only time Ellis’s mouth left hers was when he bent down to suck her nipples, twirling his tongue around them until Rosemary felt the heat building in her core again. She was helpless to avoid it, this onslaught of pleasure. Her thoughts ebbed away, and she wasn’t sure if she was moaning or whispering or screaming Ellis’s name. Every touch rippled into a wave of pleasure, every vicious jerk of his cock inside her, every stroke of his fingers circling her clit had her floating away. It washeady, dizzying. She let herself go, knowing that she was safe, knowing that when this was all over, Ellis would bring her back down to Earth.
Ellis groaned, grabbing Rosemary’s hips to guide her faster and faster, and there was nothing gentle about it now. They locked gazes, the world falling away, and Ellis didn’t stop, Rosemary didn’t stop. The pressure of him, the way he looked at her and whispered her name like a prayer was too perfect, too much, and Rosemary felt her insides clench again, the orgasm shattering through her.
“Take it, love. Take my come,” Ellis roared out, and spilled inside her, the warmth of his orgasm spreading, keeping her own orgasm breaking for longer, and longer.
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Rosemary had never felt thisrelaxed in all her life, she was sure of it. She must have fallen asleep, because she didn’t remember Ellis getting up, and yet the clawfoot bathtub was full and steaming.
“It smells so good in here,” she croaked, her voice a little hoarse.
“There was a bag of eucalyptus bath salts, so I poured some in,” Ellis said in her ear, and gently placed her in the bath. She wanted to tell him she could probably have climbed in on her own, but she was still feeling floaty. Almost like she was drunk, but in a good way.
The temperature of the bath was perfect. Steam curled in the air around her, and Rosemary leant her head back on the top of the tub, her ginger hair falling down the side. Ellis was humming to himself, a song that seemed half familiar, as he climbed into the tub and settled himself behind her, gently moving her head so it was resting against his chest. The bath was huge, so they could both stretch out, though Ellis’s legs went a lot further than hers.
“Are you okay?” he murmured.
“Amazing. I feel like I’m floating. Does that make sense?”
She felt him nod. “I think you might have gone into a subspace when we were having sex.”
