against her stomach or thigh and wanting him inside her. Ella was so ready for him, she wanted to cry but she didn’t know how to say so!
“Please!” she whimpered, almost sobbing with her need for him to ease the ache between her legs. Rubbing her thighs against his hips, she arched into him. Malcolm only moved lower, his mouth latching onto one aching nipple while his hand moved to tease the other breast, tweaking her nipple. His mouth was hot and shockingly good! Her fingers dove into his hair, holding his head in place while she cried out. He moved to the other nipple and teased it for long moments while Ella trembled and shifted against him, trying to find some relief.
“No more! I can’t take any more!” she screamed, pulling his head away from her breast. She turned her head to the side, spotting the condom amid the rumpled comforter and tore it open.
“Give it to me, Ella,” he ordered, reaching for it.
“No! I want to do it!” and she pressed against his shoulders until he pulled back, kneeling in front of her.
Ella stared at him, shocked at how large he was. This whole time, she’d only touched his shoulders and stomach. Then he’d picked her up and…!
“Ella!” he snapped. Impatiently, he took the condom and rolled the protection down over his erection. “You’re too slow and I’m already too turned on.”
She laughed, delighted that she could do to him what he’d been doing to her this whole time.
With another growl, he pressed her back against the mattress, covering her body with his own. “Oh, you think it’s funny that I’m on the edge here?” he asked. His hand moved from her waist to her leg, sliding it up higher so that he was more perfectly cradled against her hips. “I think I’m going to have to punish you for your amusement at my expense.”
Ella felt his erection press into her and gasped, gripping his shoulders as she lifted her hips. “Does my punishment include…?” She closed her eyes as he pressed into her, easing into her tight, wet folds. “Yes!” she sighed. Her frantic need was momentarily appeased as he pushed deeper and deeper into her body. Then he pulled out and she grabbed his arms, her eyes flashing open as the friction from his body teased her. “No!”
“Yes,” he countered and thrust into her again. Dancing, their bodies came together and retreated, pressing into her and sliding away. With every thrust, their bodies arched towards each other, the tempest rising, their need growing out of control.
“Faster!” she whispered, her body tingling as she shifted against him. “Please, faster!”
Thankfully, Malcolm thrust faster, his hips pressing into her again and again. She arched, whimpering as she strived to reach that point. When he moved his hand lower, touching that throbbing nub, her body splintered into the most beautiful, mind-blowing climax! Ella hadn’t even thought that sensations like that were possible. She clung to him, her body throbbing in a seemingly continuous wave of pleasure!
Malcolm watched, aching to give in to his own release, but also wanting to give Ella more pleasure. But she was too tight and too beautiful as she spiraled out of control and he couldn’t hold back. Thrusting once, twice…and his body exploded, her tight muscles clamping around him and intensifying the pleasure as he thrust into her until it was all over.
A moment later, he collapsed against her, burying his face into the sweet scent of her neck and hair. He couldn’t move. Malcolm suspected that he could die right here a happy man. No, dying would be bad because then he couldn’t do that again with Ella.
Even thinking about doing this again, his body started to harden. He pulled away and reluctantly moved to the bathroom. Cleaning up, he looked at himself in the mirror, shocked to find that there weren’t body parts missing after that explosion. Shaking his head at his fanciful thoughts, he walked back to Ella, smiling to find her still lying on the bed. She’d curled to the side slightly but he could still see all of the lovely parts of her. And there were many lovely parts, he thought. She only had one shoe on by this point and he wanted to roar with pleasure. His woman, he thought. Such a caveman attitude. Ella was his.
Moving towards the bed, he watched as her eyes fluttered open. There was a bit of smudged mascara under her eyes and her