Never Far Away (The Never #2)(20)

“Tell me what you want me to do,” he growled. “Tell me how you want me to touch you.”





Ella



Ella pulled back to look at Porter. She had never had someone be so bold and upfront with her while kissing. He wanted her to tell him where to touch her? What in the world for? Every other time she’d been with a man, especially Kyle, they pretty much already had a road map that had very few pit stops before they reached their final destination. But, here Porter was, turning her on in such a way that she had never imagined, and he was asking her what she wanted? She thought she might as well give it a try.

“I want you to touch my breasts, Porter.”

He grinned at her and slid his hand slowly up her stomach, watching her as he did. She knew he was waiting for a reaction, and because she was stubborn, she held out as long as she could. She didn’t flinch when his fingers grazed the edge of her bra and she tried not to make a noise as his rough hand slid over the cotton of her sports bra. When he pulled the cup down exposing her breast she tried to stifle the gasp that left her, but she lost the battle when his thumb gently rubbed over her nipple. A long and loud moan escaped from her mouth. Then her eyes betrayed her by rolling into the back of her head and closing, trying to absorb all the sensations this one hand was giving her.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked her with a smug smirk.

“Yes,” was her immediate and involuntary answer.

“I’ve been waiting to see you beneath me like this, to feel you in my hands. You feel damn good, Ella.”

“Now, I want you to kiss me again.” He smiled at her.

“Anytime, Baby.” His lips came down on hers gently, and the combination of his swirling tongue and his fingers rubbing and pulling on her breast was explosive. She wrapped a leg around his waist, pulling him in closer, feeling him between her legs and wanting as much friction as she could manage.

As if he could read her mind he thrust gently against her, the fabric of his shorts doing nothing to hide his arousal, which had her moaning again at the pressure.

Ella took her hands out of Porter’s hair and ran them up along his forearms and biceps. As her hands ran along the muscles that wrapped around his shoulders and bulged in the sexiest way, she whimpered again. Porter pulled away and laughed.

“What’s so funny?” She asked, out of breath.

“You and your fascination with my arms.” She looked at him with a puzzled expression.

“We’ve talked about your arms?”

“Yes. Extensively.”

She smiled, mainly because this might have been the first thing he revealed about their time together that she could completely understand him knowing. Obviously if they were intimate, there was no way she could be with him and not comment on his arms. They were her weakness. She still blushed a little.

“I like arms,” she said shyly.

“Yes, and I like that you like my arms.” He bent down and placed a chaste, swift kiss on her lips, quickly righted her sports bra, and lifted off her.

“Where are you going?” She demanded.

“Well, I’m going to take you to see the falls? Why?”

“What if I wasn’t done here?”

He smirked again and she could tell she was feeding his ego.

“Babe, there is nothing I would like more than to continue this…exploration…but I will not have our second first time be on a big rock by a creek.” Ella looked around and the expanse of trees and shrubbery.

“Are you afraid the birds will watch?”

“No,” he said as he grasped her hands and hauled her up so she was pulled against his body. “I’m simply biding my time. When we are finally together again, it’s going to be an all-night affair. Not a quickie in the forest,” he said, flicking his nose against her again. She couldn’t find reason to argue with his logic, so she just grabbed his hair and pulled him in for another simmering kiss, if only to make him regret ending their tryst in the forest too soon. She pulled away right when she felt him lose his control a little. Smiling, she said, “Let’s go check out those falls!” She heard him groan and then yelped when he smacked her ass.

They picked up the remains of their picnic and started back towards the falls. Porter held her hand again, which only made her smile widely as they carefully stepped over rocks and fallen tree branches.

Suddenly her vision blurred slightly and she stumbled, luckily falling right into Porter, who caught her.

“Whoa, you ok?” He brought her face up to his and looked her in the eye.

“Yes, I think so,” she said as she blinked a few times to try and clear the cobwebs that seemed to be in her vision. “I just need a minute.”

“Ok, here, sit on this log,” he moved her slowly so she was positioned above the log. “Sit,” he ordered. She obeyed. She closed her eyes and dropped her chin down to her chest, breathing steadily as she tried to relax. When she opened her eyes, everything was clear again.

“That’s better. That was really weird,” she said looking up at Porter who had concern etched across his face with worry lines creasing his forehead.

“Are you sure you’re ok?”

“I feel fine; my vision was just blurry for a moment. I’m ok now.” She stood up and took his hand again. “Come on, let’s go look out from the view point.” She tugged on his hand and he reluctantly followed her.