She blinks, then swallows roughly. “Yes, Gabe.”
She pops up and races to her bedroom, stripping on the way, dropping her tank top and bra on the floor.
I rise, tugging off my shirt. When I toss it on the couch, it lands next to…a dog.
Whoa. Was Gigi there the whole time? No clue, but this dog has excellent sex manners. “You’re a good girl too,” I tell the pup, then I head to the bedroom, grabbing a condom from my wallet as I reach the doorway.
Where I just stop. Awed.
It’s like discovering a precious work of art. I’m overwhelmed, and I shake my head in appreciation.
She’s naked and glorious on all fours. There’s a mirror in front of her.
I stride over to her and drag a hand through her lush hair. “Look at me,” I command.
She raises her face. “Yes?”
“You like this? You like the way I fuck you?”
She nods, whip fast. “You haven’t fucked me yet.”
I yank, punitively, on her hair. “Everything I do to you is fucking, sweetheart. Got that? When I eat your pussy, I’m fucking you with my tongue. When I finger you, I fuck you with my fingers. Every way we touch, we fuck.”
She trembles, a long, luxurious shudder that moves down her beautiful back. “I love the way you fuck me.”
“Are you dripping for me?”
“Yes,” she says.
“Prove it. Now,” I order.
She slips a hand between her thighs. When she shows me her wet fingers, I rub my free hand over my cock. “Put it on your lips, so I can taste you again,” I say.
She runs her fingertip over her lower lip, like she’s applying lip gloss. I bend and lick off the tang of her. My brain nearly short-circuits with lust.
I break the kiss and focus on brass tacks.
“Pick a safe word,” I tell her.
Her lips curve in a grin of filthy delight. “Scooter.”
I smile too. “Perfect, sweetheart,” I tell her, then I strip off my jeans and boxer briefs, move to the other side of the bed, and climb behind her, kneeling between her spread thighs again.
“Now watch in the mirror. Don’t want you to have any doubts about whether I’d give you vanilla sex or not,” I instruct, then roll a condom down my length and notch the head of my cock against her slick heat.
And I sink inside.
Then go still.
I need a moment as her body hugs my cock. She’s tight and hot and fits me like a glove. “This pussy belongs to me,” I growl as I push all the way inside her.
“I know,” she pants, her head falling forward.
My disobedient Ellie. No, no, no. I grab her shoulder. “Watch us,” I warn. “Or I’ll stop.”
She blinks like she’s orienting herself, remembering her orders. “Yes, Gabe,” she says as she raises her face and gazes at us in the mirror.
Then I curl my hand tighter around her shoulder, my fingers digging in possessively. I ease out almost,almostall the way.