I opened the door to see Ellie standing there, not looking at me but down at her hands. I took a deep breath. I’d been avoiding Ellie since the night I’d had dinner with her—she was so sweet, innocent and perfect, and I knew that my baggage with Maria would only drag her down. I didn’t deserve somebody so pure and kind.

“Hi, Ellie,” I said to her. She still didn’t look at me. “Do you want to come in?”

“No,” she said. I found myself reaching toward her, touching her jaw with my hand. I tilted her face to mine so that she was looking up at me. Her eyes met mine and they were filled with heat but something else too. Embarrassment maybe, or shame. It made my heart sink. She regretted what she’d done with me.

“Ellie,” I said to her softly. She didn’t pull away from me, didn’t stop looking into my eyes. “Come in.”

“Okay,” she said in a small voice and followed me inside.

I shut the door quietly behind us and led Ellie over to the couch, where she sat on the opposite end, a couple of feet away. I wanted her closer but I didn’t move. I didn’t want to make her uncomfortable, though I could see in her eyes that she was feeling at least some of the same desire she’d been feeling that night in her apartment. I’d been so close to touching her, to getting to taste her pussy, but we’d been interrupted by Luna. After my body had settled down that night, I’d told myself it was probably for the best. But looking at her now reignited that hunger in me and made me regret how I hadn’t gone to her since.

“Somebody stopped by today,” she said after a moment.

“Who?” I asked her, though I knew in my gut who it was.

“Your wife,” she said, her voice dry. “Maria Sanders.”

“She’s not my wife—”

“It doesn’t matter,” she said. Her voice was cold but it was faltering. She was trying to keep any emotion out of it but it wasn’t working—I could see from her face that Maria had said something to upset her.

“What did she say?” I asked Ellie. She stared at me instead of answering, chewing on her lip. I found myself looking at her mouth and remembering just what her lips had tasted like.

“Stop doing that,” she said, frowning.

“What am I doing?”

“You’re—you’re acting like you’re interested,” she said.

I raised my eyebrows at her. “You think I’m not?”

“You’re obviously not,” she said, chewing on her lip again. It was growing red, and I leaned over to her and took it between both of mine, to suck on it gently. She pulled away with a deep breath.

“What makes you think that?” I asked her, shifting so we were closer. I wanted to touch her, to worship her, to prove to her how badly I craved the feeling of her body against mine.

“I’ve seen your type,” she said, squirming, trying to keep away although her hips had tilted toward mine. “I’m not it.”

“You are so much more than anybody’s type,” I said to her, kissing her again, trying to coax her to respond to me. She parted her lips, allowed me to taste her but didn’t respond to the kiss. “You’re perfect, Ellie.”

“Then why haven’t I seen you since we…?” she didn’t finish her sentence. She was blushing, something that only made her look more tantalizing.

“I don’t know,” I told her. “Because I’m an idiot.”

She smiled despite herself and I took that as permission to kiss her again. This time, she responded with a thinly-veiled hunger that was threatening to come to the surface.

“I want you,” I said to her. “I do want you. Over and over again.”

“Yeah?” she asked, her lips against mine. I shifted her body so she was underneath me on the couch, nodding in response and bringing my mouth to her neck, kissing the soft skin there. My hand trailed over her throat, her shoulders, between her breasts and down her belly.

“Whatever type you are, Ellie, that’s my type.”

She squirmed against me as I started to lift her dress over her hips, unable to keep myself from touching her any longer.

“Why?” she asked me, and I lifted my face up to look down at her. I brought my hand to her cheek, pushing her hair back from her face.

“There’s just something about you,” I said, looking into her eyes. “I want to make you happy. I want to make you come.”

She bit her lip again before I kissed her, my hands working to pull the straps of her dress down over her shoulders. She pulled it down to reveal her bare breasts, just as beautiful as I remembered them. I kissed each of her nipples, feeling them harden beneath my lips. She whimpered and I looked up at her face.

“Quiet, baby,” I said to her softly. “Can you be quiet for me tonight?”

She nodded, her hand covering her mouth. The look on her face was so sexy, her eyes wide as they met mine. I grinned at her, taking her breast into my mouth and tracing her nipple in circles with my tongue. I knew it was teasing her because her hips were lifting and falling beneath me in a way I knew was beyond her control. I teased her other nipple too, then slid my hand down her body to cup her pussy, already wet through her panties. I stroked her on the outside of the fabric, wanting desperately to fill her with my cock but knowing I needed to work my way up to it with a woman like Ellie.

I stroked her, rubbing her clit as I made my way down her body. I needed to taste her, to pleasure her, to make up for the fact I’d disappeared like an idiot when all I’d actually wanted was to be near her all the time. I hadn’t stopped thinking about her since the last moment I’d met her. I looked up at her as I pulled her panties down. Her hand was still over her mouth and she was watching me with a shy interest.

When I lowered my face to nuzzle the inside of her thigh she shifted, bringing them close together.

“What is it, angel?” I asked her, kissing the tops of her thighs. She took her hand from her mouth to speak.

“Nobody’s ever…”

“Nobody’s ever eaten your pussy before?” I asked her, my cock growing so hard at the thought of being her first that it ached.

“N-no,” she said, allowing me to part her thighs with my hands. Her pussy was swollen and ripe, pink and glistening. I lowered my face to kiss her folds and she gave a soft whimper. I shot her a look and she covered her mouth again. I paused, listening for any sign that Luna had woken up. After a moment, I felt sure we were safe, and I kissed her lower lips again before swiping my tongue from bottom to top. She jerked underneath me the moment my tongue touched her clit, squirming while I started to lash at it. I was surprised when she shuddered and came right away, her pussy gushing in my mouth while I licked her. I chuckled.

“Already?” I asked her. She looked embarrassed, flushed, her chest rising and falling quickly. I lifted myself to kiss her mouth, pulling her hand away to taste her lips. “Do you always come so easily?”

She shook her head. “I don’t—I couldn’t help it,” she said in a soft voice.

I kissed her again, grinning at her. “I’m going to make you come again,” I told her. “And I don’t want you to hold it back. Okay?”

“Okay,” she breathed, nodding as I tasted her one more time, then crawled back down her body to where her pussy was dripping onto the couch. I lapped at her, tasting her fully, slipping my tongue into her channel to gather the moisture at the source. I took my time spreading it all over her folds, teasing her with my tongue before I got to her clit again. I started sucking on it and her hips began to move against my face, riding my mouth in a rhythm that suited her. I felt her body building again and knew she was going to come. I wanted to give her more—I slipped one finger into her pussy and stroked inside of her. She gave a whimper when I sank it in fully and started to pump it in and out.

She cried out, the sound muffled by her hand when I slipped another finger inside of her as I licked her clit. Her body shuddered and she came again, humping against my face. I wished desperately that she didn’t have to stifle her cries—I wanted to hear them loud and clear, wanted to hear her whimper my name while I made her come. I continued to lick her through her orgasm, and when she came a third time I was careful to avoid touching her sensitive clit too directly. I lapped at her gently, then sat up and pulled her into a sitting position so I could kiss her. She kissed me back hungrily, her body rubbing against mine, and I nearly groaned when her hand went to my pants to free my cock.

I put my hands on hers to stop her and she raised her eyebrows. I kissed her again.

“I want to fuck you so bad, Ellie,” I said to her. “So fucking bad. But I want to hear you moan when I do it. I don’t want you to have to be quiet.”

“But—” she protested, but I cut her off with a kiss. She sighed against my lips.

“We’ll have some alone time soon,” I promised her.

She gave me a small smile, biting her lip. “What if I can’t wait?” she asked softly, her voice innocent and sweet as a kitten. I almost gave into her then. Just those words sent a wave of lust through me that was hard to control.

“It’ll be worth it,” I promised her, knowing it was true. When I was finally inside of Ellie, everything would be perfect. Considering how easily she came for me, I could pleasure her over and over, give her a night that she would never forget.

“I should go, then,” she said. “Don’t you think? Otherwise, we might—”

I nodded and she leaned in to kiss me, standing up.

“Are you still mad at me, Ellie?”

She smiled and shook her head. “No,” she said. “I’ll see you later.”

“Goodnight,” I told her and watched as she left the apartment.