Jack

I had dreamed of fucking Ellison so many times, woken up in a cold sweat, on the verge of coming night after night. It didn’t even come close to the real thing. I could barely breathe. My heart was pounding so hard, and while I felt sated from the relief of finally having her, it also fed my obsession. My cock was still hard as a rock, gloved in the heat of her pussy.

My hands moved from her hips to her plump, luscious ass and I quickly walked her to the back of the house and into my bedroom, not once losing our connection. Lowering her gently to the bed, I slipped out, her little mewl of protest hardening my cock even further, despite having just emptied myself into her. I tore my T-shirt over my head and dropped my jeans and boxers to the floor before joining her on the bed again. I helped her lift her shirt up and off, tossing it randomly because my eyes were glued to her tits, watching the full globes encased in purple silk rise and fall as she panted with arousal.

My hands slid up her sides, over her flat belly, and up to cup her tits. They filled my palms perfectly and I squeezed them, almost breaking at the sound of Ellison moaning. I reached one hand beneath her back and popped the clasp. The bra loosened and her tits spilled out, her dark pink nipples large and erect, begging for my mouth.

“You’re fucking gorgeous, Ellie,” I rumbled before taking one peak in my mouth. They tasted sweet, and I licked and sucked them like a fucking lollipop until Ellison was writhing, her fisted hands clutching the covers.

I could feel the sticky come between us and I decided to live out the fantasy of my woman soaking wet. In more ways than one. “Let’s shower, baby.”

She glared at me and I grinned and kissed her. “I promise it’ll be the best fucking shower you’ve ever had.”

She raised a single eyebrow and my smile widened. “Yeah, I definitely meant it both ways.”

She laughed and I pulled her up off the bed, lifting her in my arms, to carry her to the bathroom while she clung to me, arms and legs locked around my body. I settled her on the counter and stepped inside my spacious, marble shower, turning on the water and waiting for it to heat to the perfect temperature.

Then I returned to her and picked her up, her body once again wrapping itself around me. I stepped under the spray and she groaned in pleasure.

“Ellie, baby, you keep making noises like that and you’ll find yourself being fucked up against a second wall tonight.”

“Promise?” she asked, her voice whisper soft, bathing the shell of my ear in her warm breath. I was tempted, so tempted, but there was something else I wanted more.

I lathered up my hands and washed her from head to toe, my control severely tested when she did the same to me. After rinsing, I grasped her waist and pulled her soft body into me.

“Now,” I mumbled against her skin as I kissed my way down her body, “about your honey.” I lowered to my knees and gasped at the glistening pink pussy on display. Rivulets of water ran down her legs and I had to know if the wetness was all from the shower. I parted her folds and immediately gave her one long, slow lick. The taste of honey burst on my tongue and I growled before attacking her pussy. My tongue and teeth went to work, building my Ellie up until she was crying out.

I added two fingers to the mix and she screamed my name as she shattered. I jumped to my feet, spun her around, placed her hands on the wall, and thrust up into her pussy which was still pulsing with her orgasm. “Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” I pulled her hips out a little and tilted her pussy, driving deeper before she could come down off of the ledge, and she was coming again. “I want another one, Ellie. Come on, baby. Take me deep.” I thrust in harder and harder until I wrung a third orgasm from her and finally allowed myself to come. It rocked my fucking world.

After we had managed to catch our breath, I ran a hand from her hip down to cup her pussy. I felt a thick wetness leaking out and coating my fingers. Bringing my hand from between her legs, I stared at it covered in come.

What the fuck did I just do?

I’d taken Ellie bare. Twice. Son of a bitch!

We’d have to talk about it, but I needed time to process this, so I didn’t say anything yet. She seemed to be in a haze, exhausted and sated. I fucking loved the look on her face. It brought the warmth back to my chest. I rinsed both of us and shut the water off before stepping out onto the heated tile. Grabbing two towels, I wrapped one around my waist, then gently dried Ellie off. Lifting her into my arms, I carried her to my big bed and helped her slide under the covers, before going around to the other side, climbing in, and pulling her into my arms. Her head rested on my shoulder and she sighed, gliding her hand over my stomach and up to rest on my sternum.

Holding her close, I contemplated our circumstances. From a previous conversation, I knew she wasn’t on any type of birth control because of adverse reactions she’d experienced. I hadn’t intended to act on the chemistry between us, but now that I had, there was no fucking way I was going to let her go. I wanted this, having her in my bed every night, forever. I pictured her walking down a flower covered aisle in a white dress and felt nothing but need and want, whereas I expected to be in a panic. The image morphed into a picture of Ellison with a swollen belly, her smile bright, and I was infused with excitement.

This could actually be the silver bullet. I wanted a family, especially after spending time with my sister, her husband, and their twins. I’d begun to seriously consider settling down. After giving in to my body’s craving for Ellie, I realized I definitely wanted those things, but only with her. A baby would cement our commitment to each other. She was mine and everyone would know it.

The more I thought about it, the idea grew until I was determined to make it happen. Fuck the condoms, if Ellie wasn’t already pregnant, I’d make damn sure she was as soon as possible. Getting her moved in right away was the first step to tackle. Set on a course of action, I fell asleep with a smile on my face and dreamt of my perfect future.

The next morning, I woke slowly, contentment washing over me as I ran my hands down the soft flesh of my woman wrapped up in my arms. She stirred and I looked down to see her eyes flutter then widen as her head popped up, looking around with something akin to panic in them. I frowned, frustrated that she apparently wasn’t feeling the same level of satisfaction at waking up with me. She slowly went up onto an elbow and twisted to meet my gaze. The panic had eased, but it had been replaced with wariness.

“Good morning, beautiful,” I purred, the back of my hand running down her cheek before pushing her hair back behind her ear. My words seemed to melt some of the wariness away and the tension in her shoulders lessened. She smiled at me, almost shyly, and it was so adorable I had to kiss her. Putting my hands on her torso, I hauled her up to press my lips to hers.

My morning hard-on was suddenly hard as a baseball bat and I scowled when she pulled back. She smiled again and I softened at the sight, wondering if she would always have the same effect on me.

“Morning,” she whispered. She shifted and I saw a tiny wince, worrying me.

“Are you sore, baby? I probably shouldn’t have taken you so hard last night.”

Her cheeks became a sweet shade of pink. “Um, a little.” She winked at me. “That battering ram you call a dick is larger than I’m used to.” She mock glared at me. “Don’t let that go to your head, honey. You have a hard enough time getting through doors as it is.”

I laughed and enveloped her in a hug. I fucking loved her—what? I was glad she couldn’t see my face at the moment. I’m sure I looked like a deer in headlights. Holy fuck. When had it happened? I was so in love with her. I just needed to make her fall in love with me, too. There was no other option.

“Why don’t you hop in the shower, baby? I’ll make us some breakfast.”

She pouted at me, and I chortled. “If I take a shower with you, you’ll be even more sore.”

With a quick peck on her lips, I scooted to the edge of the bed and stood. Grabbing my cell phone, I checked my messages for news about Heather as I rooted around for my boxers and picked up all of our scattered clothes, throwing them in the hamper.

“Hey!” Ellie protested. “I don’t have any other clothes here, honey.”

I opened a drawer and tossed a T-shirt and clean boxers at her. She caught them and frowned. “I can’t go home in these.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Who said you were leaving?”

“I need to go home,” she huffed.

I didn’t reply until I was almost out the door then muttered loud enough for her to hear, “We’ll see.”