Camilla
I bite on my nails, waiting to hear another noise from Liam’s room. I’d settled down after discovering how amazing Ellis was treating him, but now it’s quiet in there, and I’m wondering why.
The door slowly opens, and Ellis slips out. I jump to my feet and look at him. A lamp on a table at the end of the hallway emits enough light for me to see his attractive face and sexy bedhead hair.
“He’s asleep, and I don’t think he’ll cry again tonight. You should go back to bed.”
“Thank you.”
“It was nothing.”
“I was actually thinking of going downstairs to find a snack. Want to join me?” I shouldn’t have asked. We can’t get along for more than five minutes. Oh, and I hate him–I think. But his kindness and patience toward my little one has tugged on my heart-strings.
Staring down at me, he scratches the back of his head, likely wondering, too, if it’s the best idea.
“All right. Lead the way.” As we take the stairs, I imagine how bad I must look, so I comb my fingers through my hair as discreetly as possible.
We stroll into the kitchen, and as the automatic lights kick on, I once again admire the size of it, along with all the amazing appliances it holds.
It’s a chef’s dream, and I can hardly wait to bake something. Maybe tomorrow I’ll ask Irene to show me how to operate the two professional ovens.
“What would you like to drink?” I ask after opening the stainless-steel refrigerator. One side alone of this ginormous box could hold a few people upright.
“A water is fine.”
I giggle. “I’m surprised you’re not wanting alcohol after what happened tonight.”
“I don’t drink. Not ever.”
“Oh. Can I ask why?” Grabbing a bowl of strawberries, too, I turn around from the fridge with water bottles for the both of us.
I’m surprised to find him staring right at me as he leans back against the massive grey island. His hands are gripping the edge of it, and I have to take a step back from the sight of him.
Gulping, I swallow the saliva flooding my mouth. His naked upper body … the large bulge in his sweats…
I can hear it over the intercom now.
We need a mop please on aisle Ellis for Camilla’s drool.
He’s yet another masterpiece in this house to marvel over in the bright light. I have no other words. He lifts his eyebrows and reaches his hand out for the water.
“Sorry. Why is it again you don’t drink?”
He smirks. “I haven’t answered you yet.”
“Oh, right.”
“It’s simple. I want to be in control of my actions at all times. There are things I know from my job that I can never in my life repeat, and if I got my hands on a computer while under the influence, there’s no telling the destruction I could cause. Unfortunately, I learned the hard way that alcohol affects me differently than most people.”
My chest tightens, feeling as if it missed a beat. I clear my throat and set the bowl of strawberries on the island, nudging them in his direction before I turn and walk away.
“Is there something in the pantry you’d like? It’s Liam’s new favorite place,” I say as I open the door to it.
“Grab the graham crackers, marshmallows and chocolate bars.”
I snicker, and it’s a nice distraction from the heavy shit pressing on my chest. After I bring back all the items he asked for, he pulls a long fork out of a drawer and grabs a plate.
Breaking apart the graham crackers, he then lines them up next to each other. Once he breaks a candy bar into squares and sets them atop the crackers, I realize he’s making s’mores.
Since he’s taking control, I hop up on the island to watch. His gaze shifts to my thighs, and I remember I’m only in thin pajama shorts and an oversized sweatshirt, so I pull on my shirt, covering my legs some with it.
“Don’t. I like seeing your legs.” Taking it upon himself to push my sweatshirt back to its original revealing position, he then winks at me and struts toward the stove.
“Now, the only safety hazard I need to inform you of is to never touch your mouth to the fork with the intention of biting off the cooked marshmallow. Especially when Irene isn’t here to provide first aid. Trust me, I know firsthand.”
Looking back, he grants me a dazzling smile, and I must say that I prefer nighttime Ellis over the brooding daytime version.
“OK, I’ll keep that in mind.” While he turns on the gas burner, I pick out a strawberry from the bowl. “Thank you again for tonight. I know Liam needs to be in his own bed, but it’s hard to let go. He’s growing up on me way too fast. And he wanted no part of it when I tried to read a book to him.”
“It only worked with me because the kid was terrified.” Ellis lets out a brief laugh, so I shush him.
“Quiet, or he’ll be down here eating your s’mores. And you can’t fool me; I could hear you being sweet and him laughing in return.”
“Don’t get used to it. It was a novelty move for me, too.”
“Whatever. He likes you now, so you’ll never have peace again.”
“He’s a special kid.” Ellis returns with a cooked marshmallow. “Is it done enough for you? Or are you one of those who want it to look like tar before you eat it?”
“Medium brown is perfect. I have a feeling you do this often.” He shrugs, so I poke his shoulder. “Someone has a sweet tooth.” Upon finishing the assembly of my s’more, he hands it to me.
“Yes, I like sweets. I also enjoy seeing you smile, and I think this is the first time I can take credit for it.”
“I’m happy right now.”
“So am I.” Shifting his back to me again, he goes to the stove to toast another marshmallow. I gawk at his firm ass, the tight shape evident beneath his sweats.
I love this casual look on him. His long feet are even bare, and his light brown hair is sticking up a touch in the back. He’s normally so dignified and put together, so I like how he’s comfortable around me tonight without wearing a suit and tie.
Ellis returns with his cooked marshmallow, and we talk about Liam for a while. Finishing my s’more, I lick my sticky fingers.
“I make Liam award ribbons when he learns new skills. I’m going to make you a ribbon that reads ‘the s’mores maker champion.’ ”
Stepping between my legs, he takes hold of my hand. My stomach flutters from how close he is and from how his eyes are eating me up.
“You know what else I’m great at?” he asks.
“What’s that?”
“Licking and sucking, and I don’t think you should just take my word for it.” Inserting one of my fingers in his mouth, he gradually drags his lips up it, sucking it, too, as his eyes stare at mine the entire way. With no fight in me, I allow my legs to come up and wrap around his hips.
“You are really good at sucking.”
“So are you,” he says. “You have chocolate on your mouth.” Holding the sides of my head, he sweeps his tongue along my lips and swirls the tip at the corner of my mouth, wiping away the leftover chocolate. “I think I need to show you my licking skills next.”
“Yes, I think you should.”
He smirks. “Camilla Rose, are you actually agreeing with me?” The heat creeps up my cheeks, and I smile.
“I guess I am.”
“I think I need to see if you’re still a dirty little liar.” He grins, letting me know he’s being playful and not an asshole.
“I might still be dirty, but I’m not lying.”
“Fuck, you’re sexy.” Letting his head fall against mine, he navigates one hand up under the back of my sweatshirt while the other slips inside my shorts and grabs my ass. A little moan escapes from my lips, so he squeezes harder.
With urgency, he yanks my sweatshirt over my head, exposing my bare chest. He ducks and pulls on my nipple with his teeth, causing me to cry out from the sting.
He’s rougher the next time, inciting a pain more than a sting, but I don’t want him to stop. For the first time in my life, I need so much more sexually.
He sucks on the other nipple while he plays with the first, flicking and pinching it. My temperature’s rising, heart is pounding, and I’m trapped by an immense yearning for him. He has to free me from it. He has to this time.
Stepping back, he goes for my shorts, so I lift my hips from the counter. He pulls them off, along with my thong, and grabbing my body, he turns me and lays me lengthwise on the island.
Dizzy with desire, I breathe in deep, inhaling the scent of the chocolate and strawberries next to me. In a heartbeat, he has both of my knees up and my pussy at the edge. As soon as his fingers touch my flesh, I buck.
“You’re not lying this time. You do want proof of how good I lick.” He shoves two fingers inside me. “So wet, and you haven’t even had my tongue yet. You’re going to come fast. I sense it.”
“Please, Ellis. Please make me come this time.”
“It wasn’t supposed to happen like this. Us here in the kitchen. You unrestrained and begging already, but I can’t resist. You’re too damn sweet and tempting.”
Securing my ankles with his hands, he leans over and covers my pussy with his mouth. The heat alone spreads like a vine across my skin.
He tongue fucks me next, the pleasure instantaneous and building, so I grab hold of his hair as he shows me just how good he is at licking my clit. He sucks on the hood of it until I can’t take the sensation a second longer and pull away.
“Don’t think about going anywhere. I’m only getting started with you. Once you come on my face, I’m fucking you rough right here on this island.”
Bent over and holding my ankles, his sculpted back and broad shoulders fan out like an eagle’s wings, and it’s mesmerizing.
His tongue begins a full-fledged assault, stroking down my pussy and twirling wildly along my clit. He reaches up and squeezes my breast, massaging it and tugging on my nipple, over and over again.
“Ellis, I’m going to come.”
Thrusting two fingers in me, he continues to lick as he pumps them in and out. The pleasure pummels me to my core, and it’s like a sheet of stained glass, shattering as I come. It showers color everywhere I can see, and I’m soon blinded by its intensity and the ecstasy of sensations.
My eyes open, and Ellis is climbing onto the island. He’s completely naked now, holding himself up by his defined biceps. The man is captivating.
“Scoot back a little.” It takes all my strength to rise to my elbows and move myself farther back on the counter.
“We don’t have a condom,” I say, panting.
“You’re not on birth control?”
“No.”
“Well, you know what those fucking stairs are like. I’m not going to get one when I’m dying this second to fill you to the hilt.” While still on his knees, he clenches my hips, lifts my pelvis and slams into me before I can reply.
Our backs arch, and I’m in awe watching his shoulders bunch and the veins in his neck pop. His jaw squares off, and I squeeze around his cock that has filled me so full.
“Fuck, yes,” he says as he pulls back and thrusts into me again. His movements are powerful, shoving me against the counter of the island repeatedly. Every stroke along my slick center provides further pleasure, and I’m climbing toward another orgasm.
“Your pussy feels incredible.” He pounds into me, and the way my pelvis is tilted, allows his cock to rake along my upper wall until I’m overrun by paralyzing sensations yet again.
I unravel and contract around him for the longest time from the most intense orgasm of my life. He groans and stills, coming deep inside of me, and although this definitely constitutes fucking, it feels so intimate without a condom. What was he thinking?