I don’t know why, but my cheeks feel hot, and I run my hand through my sleep-mussed hair as she wraps her cool fingers around my length.
“Either my cock is huge, or your hands are weirdly child-sized,” I say.
“No jokes,” she says before she dips her head and takes me between her slick lips, and damn, I just about lose my fucking mind. Even if I wanted to tell a joke, I wouldn’t be able to formulate one. Not with her cheeks sucked in and her lips wrapped tightly around her teeth. Not with the moans she makes, swallowing me into her throat like my dick is the most delicious dessert she’s ever eaten.
I rest back on my hands and close my eyes to regain control, but I can’t keep them shut for long. I want to watch Ellie swallow me deeply. I want to commit the image of her on her knees to my dark and filthy memory.
I let her suck me until my thighs are trembling and my hips won’t keep still, and my hands are itching to grab her hair and ram her mouth deep onto my cock. I let her suck me until I explode in her throat, holding my mouth tightly closed so I can’t groan or curse or tell her that she’s the most beautiful, perfect woman I’ve ever had the privilege of having in my bed.
She swallows me down, staring up at me with puffy lips and bright eyes, and I can’t believe my luck. “Fuck, Ellie,” I mutter when I’ve eventually regained control of my brain.
She climbs onto the bed next to me and I throw my arm around her shoulders, pulling her close and planting a kiss on the top of her head. “We might have to leave that part for tonight.” She pats my thigh.
“I don’t think so,” I say, taking hold of my cock, which is already semi-hard. With a few more tugs, he’s ready to go.
Ellie stares at it, then up at me with wide, bright eyes. “Are you serious?”
“What do you think?”
Before she can object, I roll onto my back, taking Ellie with me until she’s straddling my lap. Her pussy is hot against my cock, and I know how perfect she will feel wrapped around me. I reach for my nightstand drawer and find a condom. I tear it open with my teeth and hand it to Ellie. “It’s time to wrap your present, sweetie.”
I put my hands behind my head and watch her get to grips with stretching the thin latex over my hard, thick cock. Biting her lip, she struggles, and I just want to laugh with the sheer joy I feel in the moment. “ People aren’t supposed to wrap their own presents, Sebastian,” she says eventually. “Do you want to give me a hand?”
“I want to give you my cock,” I say. “Is that not enough for you?” Taking over, I use my tightly closed fist to roll the condom down, and then I grab Ellie, manhandling her into the right position. All the while, she’s smiling down at me, her hair hanging over her soft breasts, nipples peeking through, teasing me to the point of delirium.
“Give it to me then,” she whispers, shifting her hips until I slide in just an inch. Clenching my glutes, I shove upwards against the grip of my hands on her hips, and I’m buried deep in an instant. Ellie’s pretty midnight eyes roll back at the sensation. She’s so fucking tiny, and I’m so big, but somehow, we’re totally made for each other.
When she rolls her hips, leaning forward to brace her arms on the bed, I lean up to kiss her mouth. “That’s it, baby. Fuck me. Fuck me good.”
“Do you kiss my mom with that filthy mouth?” she snorts as her eyes roll back with pleasure.
I kiss her pretty lips, teasingly soft and slow, until her mouth parts, and she allows me deep and deeper. Her tongue slicks across mine with the same rhythm as her hips move, and we become like one.
In the darkness behind my eyelids, my mind recalls flashes of Ellie over the years; the first time we met her over burgers when she was a shy teen dressed in chunky black boots and an oversized sweater; the day she moved into our house with uncertain eyes scanning everything in sight; the first time she fell asleep on the couch with her hair spread in a tangle over the pillows like sleeping beauty. She’s grown and changed before all our eyes, becoming a beautiful, confident woman who’s capable of unraveling me like a cat with a ball of wool.
The closer she brings me, the stronger the need to feel her against me. Pushing up from the bed, I sit with her in my lap, face to face, chest to chest, helping her grind closer, deeper, pushing from beneath until our bodies are slick and we’re panting loudly in the dark.