She walked into my room with her hair up in a towel, her face flushed and looking sexy as hell. She grabbed a blanket from the chair and settled herself on the floor in front of the fire, flicking her hair out behind her to let it dry. I looked her up and down. I guess that meant that I had been forgiven and she was staying in my room tonight then.

“Hello then?” I smirked by way of asking her all those things I wanted to but didn’t want to seem needy enough to be asking.

“Yes, hello then. I figured I would sleep in here tonight after all, if that’s okay with you?” She raised an eyebrow, challenging me to question that decision.

No way was I doing that. “All good with me.” I held my hands up in defeat, smiling at her. An awkwardness crept into the silence in the room. I didn’t know what to do with myself, or what to say. I was out of my element with her and far removed from my usual cocky, confident self. I thought about sitting on the bed, I thought about just lazing back on the bed. I thought about a lot of things, but in the end, I settled for sitting in front of the fire with her.

She started to brush her hair. I took the brush from her hand. “Let me do that for you.” She looked at me with a raised eyebrow, and I just waited, knowing that she would get the idea that I was serious soon enough and turn her back to me.

She sighed. “Fine.” Maybe my forgiveness with still just a little tentative. Perhaps I would have to try a little harder to make it up to her completely. I started on her hair with long slow strokes, taking care when I found any knots to tease the brush through them gently so as to not pull her hair and hurt her. The smell of her hair permeated the space between us and I savoured the sweet honey scent gratefully.

“You’re pretty good at this.” She said as I kept working over her long brunette locks.

“I used to brush Daphne’s and mum’s when she was sick.”

She glanced over her shoulder. “That was sweet of you.” I brushed her hair away from the side of her face that she had turned to me. I swept it away from her neck, and she stayed there, paused, waiting. I thought about kissing her that afternoon, I thought about how damn good it had felt to be that close to her finally, and to now be that close to her again.

I gave into temptation. I leaned in, and I kissed her now exposed neck. Just a soft nip to see how she would respond. I was rewarded with a soft sigh of excitement, and her head fell back revealing more of her neck to me, my kisses grew more forceful, more purposeful, needing to remind her how good our bodies had been pressed together before I went and ruined it all.

I left her brush slip from my fingers and slid my hands around her waist, finding the hem of her top and sliding below it. I nipped and sucked and kissed over her neck, needing to take her more and more to the brink of pleasure.

“Oh, Finn.” She moaned as my hands reached her full breasts, cupping them in greedy palms. My cock throbbed against my jeans, and I wanted so much more of her than I had at that moment. She leaned back, and her hands found my thighs; she grabbed them, her nails digging into my skin through the denim.

I took her earlobe into my mouth and kneaded her flesh in my hands, groping her roughly. “I’m sorry sweet Ellie.” I breathed against her ear.

“I know.” She breathed back and turned her head to capture my mouth with her own. I pulled her hard against me, and I kissed her with a fierceness I had never experienced with anyone else. Somehow with a joint effort, she managed to get turned around to press her breasts and pert nipples against my chest. I wrapped my arms around her, and she wrapped her legs around my hips, her arms around my neck. My tongue roamed her mouth, teasing her tongue to play with mine. She rocked her hips against me, and her hot little pussy was lined up perfectly against my hard cock with the movement.

I parted our mouths breathlessly. “Fuck Ellie, you’re perfect.” She didn’t waste a second in crashing her mouth to mine again, pulling on the hem of my t-shirt and pulling it up, I helped her discard it from my skin, and only dragged my mouth from hers to finally remove it from over my head. She sat perched on my lap and looked down over my now uncovered torso. “You don’t look so bad yourself, Finn.” She smirked and let her hands roam over my flesh. Goosebumps rose in my skin. Her touch was warm, soft, and felt like it was charged with electricity, igniting every nerve it connected with.

She was going to kill me, and it would be the most divine form of death that would ever be known to man. Her fingers grazed over my nipples, and I groaned. I looked at her as she bit her bottom lip and looked up at me through lust hooded eyelids. “Oh, like that do you?” She smirked, running her fingers over my nipples a second time.

Another moan slipped past my lips, and she smiled at the reply I had given her. Her head sank as she twisted herself on my legs until her mouth made contact with my nipples, her tongue snaking over one of them. “Fuck, Ellie,” I said grabbing her arms and pushing her back from me a little too harshly.

She looked at me wounded, and I pulled her against me. “It feels too damn good,” I said shaking my head. “You’ll have my embarrassing myself.”

“You sure?” She asked. How unsure of herself and vulnerable she looked to me at that moment tore me to pieces. I thought about the pieces of shit that she had dated who would have her thinking or feeling like that.

“Ellie, you’re the sexiest woman I’ve ever met, and the only one who could make me jizz in my jeans from her mouth on my chest.”

She laughed in relief, and I kissed her hard. As much as I wanted to take her right there on the floor in front of the fire, I knew that wasn’t going to be the right way with Ellie. She was everything I said she was and more, and I had when we were at school seen it attract the wrong kind of lads to her. She was a curvy girl as a teen, and I heard the things that some of the lads said about her in the changing room. ‘The fat ones are always desperate for it mate, they’re gagging for it, grateful for any little bit of attention you can give ‘em.’ That wasn’t what was going on here. She needed to know that someone would cherish her. I pulled her hard into my lap and moved us both. Managing to stand with her still wrapped around me and set her on my bed.

I moved away from her and smiled at her. “Wait right there.” I moved quickly, cleaning my teeth and getting ready for bed before coming into the bedroom again and finding her trying to settle herself into the side of the bed I’d left her on. I grinned and let her look at me as I kicked off my shoes and socks and slid my jeans down over my thighs and to the floor, I stood there before her, my rock-hard cock tenting my boxers. I watched her stare, lick her lips, and then look at me hungrily. Jesus Christ, this is going to take the willpower of the gods to achieve. I lifted the duvet, and I slid into the bed with her. I pulled her in against me until she was face to face with me, lying on the pillows opposite me. “I don’t want to rush this Ellie. I’ve waited a long time for this, and I need to show you it’s not just a bunk up with you that I’m after.”

She just blinked at me. I couldn’t read her, I didn’t know what she was thinking, and I used to think that I always knew what she was feeling just by looking at her. She touched my face softly and kissed me the same way. Slow, tender, lovingly. I would be a goner for this woman for as long as I lived. At that moment I let myself in on the secret I’d been refusing to admit for years. I had loved Ellie Dawson since that very first time we played Truth or Dare when we were kids, and Becs dared her to kiss me.

Ellie was the only woman I had ever dreamed of and never dared to believe I could have. Yet, here she was in my bed, in my arms, her mouth on mine.