Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 31579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31579 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 158(@200wpm)___ 126(@250wpm)___ 105(@300wpm)
I watch her move around the room, taking note of each curve as it disappears beneath the silky fabric. I'm not sure how I'm going to survive the rest of the convention when all I want is to strip her naked and act out the fantasies that have been plaguing me for twelve long months.
"Are you just going to lie there?" Ellie asks, standing in the bathroom doorway with her hand on her hip.
I lean up on my elbow and smirk. "I was hoping to join you in the shower."
"You wish." She flicks her hair over her shoulder and heads into the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.
A moment later, I hear the water running, and I consider letting her shower in peace for ten entire seconds before I'm out of bed like a shot. I take the handle in my hand and twist, surprised when the door opens easily. Something tells me she's left it unlocked on purpose. Steam has already started to fill the room, making it impossible to see anything but the outline of her body through the glass door of the shower.
"What are you doing?" she huffs, already giggling.
"I'm joining you, as I said." I pull open the shower door and step in behind her. I don't give her time to protest before my arms wrap around her waist, pulling her against me.
"This isn't part of the schedule," she protests but leans back into my embrace.
"Fuck the schedule." I spin her around to face me, kissing her before she can say another word.
The warm water feels good, but it's nothing compared to the sensation of Ellie pressed against me. I want to explore every inch of her, to find out what makes her tremble and moan. I reach for her body wash and squirt some into my hand, working it into a lather before gliding my palms down her arms. Her head tips back against the wall as I massage her skin, paying careful attention to each finger, her palms, the insides of her wrists.
"Does that feel good?" I whisper.
"Mmhmm," she hums, her eyes drifting shut. I take my time, massaging her shoulders and her neck, sliding my hands down to knead her breasts. I cup them gently, rubbing my thumbs over her nipples until they stiffen into pebbles beneath my touch.
Ellie grips my shoulders as I continue exploring her body. "I want to take care of you," I whisper in her ear as I stroke her stomach and hips. "I want to make sure you're clean everywhere."
"You do, huh?" Her voice is breathy and soft. She's lost in my touch, melting at my fingertips.
I get more soap and wash her thighs, taking my time to move between her legs. I brush against her pussy, biting back a groan when I feel how wet she is. "Are you going to let me?"
She nods, and I press my fingers against her. "Good girl."
"Oh, fuck." She moans as I stroke her clit, teasing her before moving away again. "Be gentle. Last night was intense, to say the least."
"Did I make your pretty little pussy sore, Ellie?" I ask, brushing the wet weight of her hair off her shoulder. "Maybe I need to focus elsewhere then?"
Ellie is warm and pliant in my hands, and my words don't fully click with her until I'm washing the full globes of her ass with my open palms, slowly letting my fingers glide inward. "Drake?" Her eyes fly open, and she turns to look at me.
"No?" I ask innocently, giving her a squeeze. "I just want you to be clean, Ellie. It's the responsible thing to do."
"I..." She trails off, purring in pleasure as I massage her cheeks, pulling them apart gently and then letting go. I tease her tight hole, and she bites back a moan. "You're very convincing, Mr. Evans..."
"Is that a yes?" I kiss her ear as I cup her pussy, slipping my fingers inside her slick folds. "Or do I need to work harder?"
"It’s a yes. Don't stop," she whispers, her thighs trembling as I stroke her clit. "Please, Drake..."
I soak up the way she moans my name as I finger her back entrance little by little. I want to hear it again and again, so I can file it away in my mind, saving it for the times when she's not here.
The thought makes me ache, and I press my cock against her ass. I need her, all of her, and the way she's giving herself over to me tells me she is all too willing.
I can't wait anymore. I slip my fingers out of her and spin her around. Ellie gasps as I lift her, her legs wrapping around my waist like they were meant to be there. "I've got you, Ellie. I've got you."
She kisses me hard as I walk out of the shower to the edge of the bed. We're both literally dripping wet, but fuck it. I'll tip housekeeping whatever they fucking want to clean up the mess because I can't wait a second more to have my girl.