“That’s enough, baby,” I said, wrapping my hand around hers and stopping her movement. “That release? I want it for me.”
Her breath hitched, and I dropped to my knees between her legs like a man who had found religion. Hooking each leg over my shoulders, I ran a single finger from her clit to her entrance in one fluid, deliberate motion. Her entire body shivered under the featherlight touch.
Then, I replaced my finger with my tongue.
Finally tasting her after imagining it for so long was overwhelming. The warmth, the sweetness, the sound she made when I licked up the length of her slit. I moaned into her, circling her clit before sucking it gently into my mouth.
Ellie gasped, her hips lifting off the bed in search of more. My control slipped, and I gave in to the wild need clawing at my chest. I devoured her with abandon, fingers plunging into her as my tongue danced against her clit.
“Logan!” she cried, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanking hard.
The sting only spurred me on. I groaned into her, letting the vibrations tease her even further. Her moans grew louder, her legs trembling around my shoulders.
“That’s it, baby,” I growled, breathless. “Ride my face.”
She ground herself against me, rocking into every movement, chasing the release I was desperate to give her.
“I’m… so… close…”
I didn’t let up. I licked, sucked, flicked, and fucked her with my mouth, determined to push her off the edge. She tasted like sin and heaven, and I couldn’t get enough.
“Come on my face, El.”
With a strangled moan, her hips lifted, body seizing as her climax crashed over her. I held her steady, riding the waves with her until she collapsed back against the bed, breathing hard.
“No one…” she panted between gasps, “has ever done that before.”
I stood, stunned between her legs, my palms planted on either side of her face. Her eyes met mine, hazy and full of wonder.
“No one?” I repeated, voice thick with disbelief.
She bit her lip and gave a soft shake of her head.
“What a fucking loss for them…” I muttered, leaning down to kiss her. “Because you? You’re divine.”
Pride surged through me like a shot of adrenaline. The fact that I was the first man to worship her this way—it lit something primal in me. She’d never had a real man.
Not until me.
“I never realized how good that could feel,” she whispered.
“Oh, Ace,” I said, grinning against her lips, “it’s my favorite thing to do.”
Ellie chuckled, and then she sat up, wrapping her arms around my neck, pulling me back into her. Her kiss was urgent, full of lingering hunger, and I let myself fall into it, into her.
We found our rhythm again, just as quickly. The heat was back, swelling between us until it was nearly unbearable.
I crawled over her, and she moved with me, inch by inch, until we were tangled in the center of the bed, lost in a kiss thatwas hot, slow, and unrelenting. I hovered above her, braced on my forearms, while her fingers explored every inch of me—from the solid lines of my chest, trailing down my abs, to the hard base of my cock.
Her hand wrapped around me, tugging gently, and circling the tip before stroking again. Again.
I couldn’t take it.
Ellie Cassidy, naked in my bed with her hand wrapped around my cock, was a death sentence in the best kind of way.
A guttural growl tore from my chest as I reached down and pulled her hand free.
“I can’t let you keep doing that,” I rasped. “I won’t last another damn minute.”