She squeezes me again. “Move.”
I shackle her wrists in one hand and place her hands on the headboard. Confining her wrists does nothing to stop her teasing. Her back arches allowing her to rub her breasts against my chest. I moan at the feel of her nipples scraping against my skin. The teasing continues when she circles my waist with her legs and squeezes.
The tingling in my spine increases.
“You’re not helping things,” I tell her between grit teeth.
“And you’re still not moving.”
My nostrils flare as I try to rein in my climax. “You asked for it,” I say and glide out before slamming back into her again.
Her breath hitches. “Hell yeah, I did.”
I thrust into her again and again until I find my rhythm. Ellery’s hands escape my hold, and she clings to my shoulders as she lifts her hips to meet my thrusts.
“You need to come,” I growl before sneaking my hand between us to reach her clit. I pinch it and her muscles clench on my cock.
“I’m …” She doesn’t finish her sentence before throwing her head back and moaning long and loud as she comes.
Finally. My thrusts become erratic as my climax hits, and I chant her name. “Ellie. Ellie. Ellie.”
I collapse against her as I come down from my high. I try to roll off of her, but she wraps me up in her arms and legs to keep me where I am.
I kiss her hair. “I need to deal with the condom.” And then we need to talk.
She motions toward a door. “Bathroom’s in there.”
I quickly rid myself of the condom and wash my hands, but by the time I return to the bedroom, she’s out cold. I crawl into bed with her and cuddle her close to me before joining her in sleep.