Page 9 of Diesel
CHAPTER SIX
Ellie
We fell back on the bed, his body half covering mine. His hand slid down my side until he met the hem of my shirt. His fingers ghosted over my skin as they made their way back up my body. My skin prickled and my breasts felt heavy. His lips broke away from mine and made a trail down my jaw and neck as his hand splayed over my ribs just under my breast. My back arched and my fingers tangled in his hair as if I was trying to hold him to me. I sucked in a harsh breath as his thumb grazed over my hard nipple; the thin cotton of my bra creating no barrier at all.
He raised his head to look down at me, the blues of his eyes softer and I was pulled in. I sat up slightly as he tugged my camisole and cardigan off in one swoop. I had never been this exposed to any man, ever. And I found it odd that I didn’t feel the need to quickly cover myself. He lowered his head slowly and kissed down my chest. The light touch of his lips brushed over the skin on the swell of each breast. My breaths came out in pants and my mouth felt dry. His hand snaked around to my back. Seconds later my bra was sliding away from my body, my arms moving without hesitation to free the straps.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered. I opened my eyes, only then realizing that they had been closed. My cheeks heated as I chewed on the side of my lip in an attempt to keep the embarrassment at bay.
He spent time touching and kissing every exposed part of me. His tongue lavished my nipples. And when he nipped at the thin skin over my hipbone, I nearly lost it. Wetness pooled in my panties. He was gentle and sweet, but somehow confident and unrelenting at the same time. Not what I had expected when I walked into the room with him. But then again, I had no idea I would be in this position when I entered that door.
He licked along the top edge of my skirt as his fingers hooked over the edge. I lifted up as he pulled my skirt and panties down my legs, his lips never leaving my skin. He pulled my heels off and he kissed his way back up my leg. My thighs fell open, offering no hesitation to him. He looked up at me once more. His massive hands splayed over the inside of my thighs, his face so close to my heat that I suddenly felt shy.
His fingers danced over my skin until they were brushing against my most sensitive area. Electricity shot through my body. My back arched and my eyes closed at the sensation. A small whimper escaped my lips as my hands moved to grab him.
I had no idea what I was doing. It was like my body had a mind of its own. I could no longer control anything. Everything was new. And exciting. And dare I say, exhilarating. I felt alive. And he hadn’t really done anything to me yet. If his touch alone could send me into such an explosion, what would happen to me when we actually wentthere?
But I was getting ahead of myself. It might not even happen. My brain tried to play all the doubts and insecurities on a loop in my head. I did my best to ignore it all.
“You’re so wet,” he said as his finger slipped slowly inside of me. I looked down at him, unsure of what it was that I was feeling. It was all new and amazing, and I wanted more.
“I’m sorry…” I squeaked out. I didn’t know if he was making fun of me or telling me that something was wrong.
He chuckled and it vibrated through me. A flicker of a smirk played on his lips as he moved his finger in and out of me. Desperately trying to get some friction, I moved my hips against his rhythm. His thumb brushed over my clit and I moaned.
I had touched myself before. I actually did it more than I would’ve liked to admit. But I had never gone inside of myself. The only thing that had gone up there were tampons, and what he was doing to me didn’t feel anything like putting a tampon in.
“I want to taste you.” I felt hesitation like he was waiting for me to give him the go ahead.
“O-okay.” My voice quaked with my answer.
“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop and I will.” With that, his mouth was on me. His tongue circled my clit slowly and I let out a desperate moan.
I’ve been missing this the whole time? Oh wow!
He licked and toyed with me like an old, familiar guitar. Like he knew all the ways to make the perfect sound and rhythm. My fingers gripped the sheets as the pressure built up inside of me. He sucked and nibbled as his finger continued to move in and out of me.
“Oh. Oh,” I panted out. Then the loudest moan ripped from me as I crashed over the edge. My body shook and my legs pushed against his hold in an attempt to close. He continued to lick as his finger slid out of me like he was trying to get every last drop.
I smiled up at the ceiling as a fit of giggles rolled out of me. I covered my face with my hands, a little embarrassed by everything. It was amazing, and yet, I still wanted more.
“Don’t hide from me, pixie,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me. I tasted myself on him and the pull deep in my belly began to stir again. He broke away and looked down at me. I was still panting and I bit my lip trying to reign in my smile. “You are so sexy when you come.”
His words hit me everywhere. My head was swimming and my body was on fire. I should have been mortified. Normally, I felt like I was anything but sexy. Yet, somehow his words made me feel like I was a centerfold girl.
“You good?” he asked as his fingers skimmed over my skin.
“I’m good,” I replied as the smile returned to my face.
I waited. I knew I wanted more but where did we go from here. He made no sudden movement to rid his clothes. I could feel his hardness pressing against my hip and I wondered what he was waiting for.
Feeling bold, my hand slid under his shirt. My fingers brushed over his hard abs and I felt his muscles tense under my touch. He let out a slow breath as his eyes briefly closed. I couldn’t deny that I loved the effect my touch had on him. I kept going higher, feeling all of his dips and ripples.
“You want more?” he breathed into my ear before lightly kissing my neck.
“Please,” I moaned.
He stood up and in a blink, his shirt was off and his pants on the floor. My eyes went wide as I took him all in. He was covered in ink. Images that flowed from one thing into the next. Beautiful swirls of colors that seemed to tell a story. Words that wrapped together, filling in the gaps. Then my eyes roamed lower, following the dark line of hair under his belly button. Pointing me in the direction of something that I had never actually seen up close. Or in person.
