Page 140 of No Rings Attached
Ellie shivered.
My tongue and lips traced a path up over silvery stretch marks to just under her bra. After placing a gentle kiss to the swell of her belly I lifted her sweater up and over her head.
The fabric fell from my fingertips and dropped to the floor as I took in the stunning sight before me. “Fuck,” I whispered on a harsh breath. “You know what lace does to me.”
She smirked. “What? This old thing?” Her hand traced up the sides of her red lace covered breasts, and lightly caressed and circled the mounds of pale skin spilling out of the top.
I groaned, the sight unraveling me.
“Quiet,” she warned. Her eyes sparkling with a mixture of lust and humor.
My dick jumped as I watched her, pressing against the seam of my pants wanting to be inside of her.
“What are you waiting for, handsome?” She glanced at the closed door and then the windows with the blinds wide open, biting her lip.
I decided to slow things down even further, torture her, make it so her desire consumed her. A smile tipped the corners of my lips as I bent over and slid one of her shoes off, kissing the inside of her ankle and up her calf as I pushed the hem of her wide-legged jeans higher.
Then I slipped off her other shoe and gave the other leg the same treatment.
Now it was her turn to groan.
“I thought we needed to be quiet,” I teased.
Ellie’s fingers slid through my hair before giving a hard yank that drew my gaze up to meet hers. Her eyes glittered with passion, and likely the taboo thought we might get caught. “More. Now.”
I stood and grinned. “Undo the button of my slacks,” I commanded, loving how her ample hips wiggled in anticipation. I was ready to speed this up too. We could do slow later. I kicked off my shoes. “Then unzip them.”
She did as I asked. “What next?”
“Remove my pants and boxers.” She shoved them down to the floor.
Her shoulders relaxed. “I love when you tell me what to do.” Her eyes landed on the tip of my cock, precum already leaking. Her tongue darted out, swiping across her lips. And as much as I wanted to feel her mouth on me, her lips sliding up and down my shaft, I wanted to come inside her more.
“We don’t have a lot of time,” I reminded her, reaching into the top drawer of my desk to grab a condom I’d left there the other day.
Her blue eyes grew stormy. “We wouldn’t want that.”
“No,” I agreed, one hand going to the middle of her back to undo her bra as I kissed my way down the side of her neck.
She pushed the straps down her arms and tossed it in the same direction as her sweater.
My hand shook as I tugged my tie off.
Ellie stopped, a mischievous quirk to her eyebrow. Her gaze swept from me to the silk fabric and I knew exactly which part of the scene she was thinking of. The hero used his tie as a gag for the heroine, to muffle her cries.
“Tell me what you want,” I asked, wanting to set boundaries before we became too sex drunk on endorphins.
Ellie grinned, eager to try something new. “I trust you. Put it in my mouth.”
I held it up, inches from her lips. “How will you tell me it’s too much or you’re done?”
There was no hesitation. “I’ll spit it out or if I can’t do that myself, tap your arm twice.”
I nodded. She held all the cards. Her comfort and safety was my priority. “Okay. Do you want it now or later?”
Ellie blinked, lost in thought, as she debated her choices. “Later. I’ll tell you when I’m ready.”
I ran my fingertips across her cheek and behind her ear. The slight catch in her breath had me cupping her neck and drawing her to me. My lips met hers for a brief second before I leaned back. “Thank you for trusting me.”
