CHAPTER SIX
Ellie
We fell back on the bed, his body half covering mine. His hand slid down my side until he met the hem of my shirt. His fingers ghosted over my skin as they made their way back up my body. My skin prickled and my breasts felt heavy. His lips broke away from mine and made a trail down my jaw and neck as his hand splayed over my ribs just under my breast. My back arched and my fingers tangled in his hair as if I was trying to hold him to me. I sucked in a harsh breath as his thumb grazed over my hard nipple; the thin cotton of my bra creating no barrier at all.
He raised his head to look down at me, the blues of his eyes softer and I was pulled in. I sat up slightly as he tugged my camisole and cardigan off in one swoop. I had never been this exposed to any man, ever. And I found it odd that I didn’t feel the need to quickly cover myself. He lowered his head slowly and kissed down my chest. The light touch of his lips brushed over the skin on the swell of each breast. My breaths came out in pants and my mouth felt dry. His hand snaked around to my back. Seconds later my bra was sliding away from my body, my arms moving without hesitation to free the straps.
“So fucking beautiful,” he whispered. I opened my eyes, only then realizing that they had been closed. My cheeks heated as I chewed on the side of my lip in an attempt to keep the embarrassment at bay.
He spent time touching and kissing every exposed part of me. His tongue lavished my nipples. And when he nipped at the thin skin over my hipbone, I nearly lost it. Wetness pooled in my panties. He was gentle and sweet, but somehow confident and unrelenting at the same time. Not what I had expected when I walked into the room with him. But then again, I had no idea I would be in this position when I entered that door.
He licked along the top edge of my skirt as his fingers hooked over the edge. I lifted up as he pulled my skirt and panties down my legs, his lips never leaving my skin. He pulled my heels off and he kissed his way back up my leg. My thighs fell open, offering no hesitation to him. He looked up at me once more. His massive hands splayed over the inside of my thighs, his face so close to my heat that I suddenly felt shy.
His fingers danced over my skin until they were brushing against my most sensitive area. Electricity shot through my body. My back arched and my eyes closed at the sensation. A small whimper escaped my lips as my hands moved to grab him.
I had no idea what I was doing. It was like my body had a mind of its own. I could no longer control anything. Everything was new. And exciting. And dare I say, exhilarating. I felt alive. And he hadn’t really done anything to me yet. If his touch alone could send me into such an explosion, what would happen to me when we actually went there?
But I was getting ahead of myself. It might not even happen. My brain tried to play all the doubts and insecurities on a loop in my head. I did my best to ignore it all.
“You’re so wet,” he said as his finger slipped slowly inside of me. I looked down at him, unsure of what it was that I was feeling. It was all new and amazing, and I wanted more.
“I’m sorry…” I squeaked out. I didn’t know if he was making fun of me or telling me that something was wrong.
He chuckled and it vibrated through me. A flicker of a smirk played on his lips as he moved his finger in and out of me. Desperately trying to get some friction, I moved my hips against his rhythm. His thumb brushed over my clit and I moaned.
I had touched myself before. I actually did it more than I would’ve liked to admit. But I had never gone inside of myself. The only thing that had gone up there were tampons, and what he was doing to me didn’t feel anything like putting a tampon in.
“I want to taste you.” I felt hesitation like he was waiting for me to give him the go ahead.
“O-okay.” My voice quaked with my answer.
“If you don’t like it, tell me to stop and I will.” With that, his mouth was on me. His tongue circled my clit slowly and I let out a desperate moan.
I’ve been missing this the whole time? Oh wow!
He licked and toyed with me like an old, familiar guitar. Like he knew all the ways to make the perfect sound and rhythm. My fingers gripped the sheets as the pressure built up inside of me. He sucked and nibbled as his finger continued to move in and out of me.
“Oh. Oh,” I panted out. Then the loudest moan ripped from me as I crashed over the edge. My body shook and my legs pushed against his hold in an attempt to close. He continued to lick as his finger slid out of me like he was trying to get every last drop.
I smiled up at the ceiling as a fit of giggles rolled out of me. I covered my face with my hands, a little embarrassed by everything. It was amazing, and yet, I still wanted more.
“Don’t hide from me, pixie,” he whispered against my lips before kissing me. I tasted myself on him and the pull deep in my belly began to stir again. He broke away and looked down at me. I was still panting and I bit my lip trying to reign in my smile. “You are so sexy when you come.”
His words hit me everywhere. My head was swimming and my body was on fire. I should have been mortified. Normally, I felt like I was anything but sexy. Yet, somehow his words made me feel like I was a centerfold girl.
“You good?” he asked as his fingers skimmed over my skin.
“I’m good,” I replied as the smile returned to my face.
I waited. I knew I wanted more but where did we go from here. He made no sudden movement to rid his clothes. I could feel his hardness pressing against my hip and I wondered what he was waiting for.
Feeling bold, my hand slid under his shirt. My fingers brushed over his hard abs and I felt his muscles tense under my touch. He let out a slow breath as his eyes briefly closed. I couldn’t deny that I loved the effect my touch had on him. I kept going higher, feeling all of his dips and ripples.
“You want more?” he breathed into my ear before lightly kissing my neck.
“Please,” I moaned.
He stood up and in a blink, his shirt was off and his pants on the floor. My eyes went wide as I took him all in. He was covered in ink. Images that flowed from one thing into the next. Beautiful swirls of colors that seemed to tell a story. Words that wrapped together, filling in the gaps. Then my eyes roamed lower, following the dark line of hair under his belly button. Pointing me in the direction of something that I had never actually seen up close. Or in person.
Oh, my. That is going to fit in there?
He chuckled and I wondered if I had said that out loud. But I knew that I hadn’t. Perhaps it was just the look on my face that gave away my thoughts. Not only was it huge, but it had piercings in it, too. Something I would never have thought I would find sexy or appealing. But on him, it worked. And made me even wetter. He fisted himself and pumped a few times, his hand moving up and down as if there was no rush. My body leaned forward in curiosity and fascination. I looked up at him, my eyes big and full of want. His smirk was sexy and I wondered if I should touch him. But I didn’t have the first idea of what to do even if I did.
He reached behind him and grabbed something off of the dresser. Then I heard the crinkling and realized he was opening a condom. Heck, I hadn’t even thought about that. I was so lost in the moment and everything. Glad one of us was being responsible. I watched as he rolled it down his hard shaft feeling oddly more turned on.
“Lay back, Ellie.” His voice sounded amused and I wondered what I looked like at that moment.
I did as he said. He crawled up the bed and settled between my legs with a look of predatory desire in his eyes. He held himself up on his forearms so not to crush me, then his lips were on mine. My brain turned off and I gave myself over to him, trusting him to lead. I felt so small and caged in by his body, but it was comforting in a way that was new. His blunt head nudged at my entrance. But instead of pushing in, he wiggled moving it back and forth through my folds.
“At any point you want me to stop, tell me,” he said, looking firmly into my eyes to let me know he wanted me to listen. “You don’t like somethin’, say so. Don’t be afraid to tell me. Okay, Ellie?”
“Yes,” I nodded frantically with my answer. “Okay.” I paused and chewed on my lip. “This is going to hurt, isn’t it?” I knew the answer. Especially with as big as he was there was no way it wasn’t going to be painful. He chuckled lowly, but I didn’t feel like he was laughing at me.
“Not gonna lie, pixie. It won’t feel great, but I’ll go slow. Tell me if it’s too much.” I nodded again and his lips came down on mine.
He brought my legs up one at a time to hook behind his back. Then his fingers intertwined with mine above my head. This was it. It was really going to happen and I felt giddy inside. He pushed into me, painfully slow. My breath hitched and he paused a moment letting me adjust to him. He moved back and I realized not even a fraction of him was inside of me.
Little by little he coated himself with my wetness and pushed in further each time. Then he stopped as if he had hit a wall and I thought that it wasn’t that bad. It wasn’t nearly as painful as I had imagined. Okay, well that was done then.
But it wasn’t. He kissed me hard, his tongue sliding inside my mouth and dancing with mine. Almost like he was trying to distract me. Then he thrust a little harder than before and I felt it. White light danced behind my lids and a sharp pain shot through me, burning like nothing I’d ever felt before. I let out a noise that sounded like a moan mixed with a scream. My body bowed back as my fingers grip his hands as tight as I could manage.
His body stilled, fully seated inside of me, his hips pressing against mine. He continued to kiss me with a passion that seemed strange for two people that didn’t know each other. The pain subsided and I waited for him to move, only he didn’t. I lightly bucked my hips. I needed more. I itched to feel the friction of him sliding in and out of me. He growled into my mouth and the sound of our lips being ripped apart filled the room. He dropped his head to my collarbone, then let out a heavy breath that tickled my skin. I wondered if I had done something wrong. I feared that I had done something stupid and ruined this whole thing. I felt naïve and embarrassed.
“Fuck, Ellie. You are so tight. I don’t know if I am going to last that long.” I could hear the tension in his voice, thick like he was trying to hold himself together. I had no idea what that meant. Was it a good thing or a bad thing?
“We can… not do this if it’s not good for you.” Tears filled my eyes. “I’m sorry this isn’t good for you.”
“Ellie, baby,” he said as he raised his head to look at me. “Being inside of you is the best thing I have ever felt.”
His words hit me inside my chest and I blushed hard. He kissed away my tears and I realized then, that I still had a death grip on his hands.
Then he was moving and I found myself moving with him. He watched me and my eyes were locked on his. The pain lessened and turned into pleasure. It was the most amazing thing and we moved together like a well-rehearsed dance. Like we had known each other’s bodies for a lifetime.
“More,” I found myself moaning as my heels dug into his back in an attempt to pull him deeper into me.
Our hands broke away and I wrapped my arms around him, my nails dug into his shoulder blades. He grunted and started thrusting into me harder. I was a writhing mess underneath him. His hand gripped the side of my hip and his touch sent a fire through me. My moans echoed off the walls, growing louder the closer I got. Then I screamed out his name as my orgasm tore violently through me. Even though my eyes were closed, I knew he was watching me. I could feel his eyes taking everything about me in. Seconds later, I felt him swell even more inside of me and then he stilled.
My body went limp as he relaxed on top of me, his arms moving to hold his weight from crushing me once again. We were silent as our breaths began to calm.
That was it. I was no longer a virgin. And I wondered if every time it was going to be that amazing. I wanted to kick myself that I hadn’t done it sooner. But then again, maybe this was the perfect time and Diesel was the perfect first experience. Something deep inside me told me that I would never get it as good as this. I pushed away all the crazy thoughts that tried to worm their way into my head.