Never Giving Up (Never #3)(8)

“Show me,” she whispered.

I was done holding back, done treating her as though she might break. I gripped her around the waist and held onto her tightly as I stood up, water cascading off our bodies, the air chilling my skin. I grabbed a towel hanging from the door as I walked into the bedroom. I put the towel down on the bed and laid her over it. She leaned up on her elbows, looking at me expectantly. Using both hands I grabbed the towel and started drying off her belly. I hoped to God she was pregnant. I wanted her full of me in every way. I wanted her round and soft and beautifully carrying a piece of me.

I rubbed the towel along her stomach, down her thighs, up and over her mound. She gasped at the contact and I knew she was wired and receptive—electric. I moved the towel up and dried both of her breasts and watched as her back arched farther off the bed. I moved to my knees, still palming her breasts through the towel, and kissed my way up one of her legs, from knee to hip. I splayed wet and open-mouth kisses right over her heat, slowly licking up her center, just trying to taste her.

My hands abandoned her breasts and came to hold her thighs open, making it easier for me to get to all of her. I heard her whimper and it made my blood pump faster, knowing I was succeeding in helping her feel something other than lost. I was harder than ever, blood pumping, pulsing through me.

Fueled with the sounds of her arousal and the throbbing in my cock, I quickly moved up over her. She anticipated me and moved backwards on the bed, crawling towards the headboard, her eyes blazing at me, challenging me to show her. I ripped the towel out from under her as she moved and threw it to the floor. My bare hands grazed over her breasts, sliding all the way up her arms and stopping at her wrists. I grabbed them both and pinned them to the bed above her head. Our faces now even, I breathed hard looking into her eyes.

“You’re mine. I need you here, with me, understand?” She nodded and I dipped down, kissing her roughly. She responded with fire, meeting me lick for lick. Her legs came to wrap around my waist and I felt her heat running along me. That was one thing I loved about Ella; when it came to sex, to us connecting and bringing each other and ourselves gratification, she’d always been shameless. She took what she needed unabashedly and without reservation, and gave me everything I could ever hope for. Our bodies were made for each other and it was never difficult to lose myself in her.

“I need you. Now, Porter.” She whispered softly, looking straight into my eyes, asking me to help her, to give her what she needed. Without breaking our gaze, I slowly pushed into her and watched as her eyelids fluttered, mouth opened, and hips moved into me. I kept one hand on her wrists as the other moved down to grab her ass and brought her even closer, to get even deeper. I slowly moved in and out of her, each thrust pushing me just a little bit closer to her. Our bodies were intertwined, one seeping into the other, no beginning and no ending—just us.

My mouth found her breast and I lived for the gasps she made as I pulled on her nipple with my teeth, gently urging her towards her peak. Her hands wiggled and I freed her, bringing my other hand to the small of her back. Her hands gripped my shoulder blades and I felt her heels dig into my ass, bringing her core up to me, enveloping every inch of my shaft. She ground her hips into me, circling me, finding her rhythm. I pushed into her farther, knowing it was pressure and contact she was looking for.

I knew she was close when she held her breath and bit her lip, eyes closed, head back. I loved to watch her fall apart. I gripped her firmly, pulled her into me as hard as I could, matched her rhythm, using my hands to grind her into me. Her eyes shot open wide, looking at me with surprise.

“Don’t stop,” she cried. I didn’t. I worked her until I felt her walls pulse around me, until I heard her cry out my name, until I felt her relax and fall limp back onto the bed. My mouth found her neck, kissing her slowly in the spot I knew she liked, until I knew she had come down from her orgasm.

“How do you do that?” She asked breathlessly as I resumed pumping in and out of her slowly.

“Do what?” I asked, smiling against the skin of her neck.

“Read me like that? Know exactly what I want? What I need?”

“Ah, that’s simple, Ella,” I said, taking one long and thorough stroke into her, her mouth opening at the feeling. “I need and want the exact same thing. I’m not reading you. I am you. And you’re me.” She turned her head and her lips found mine. Her hands came to the sides of my face and I wrapped my arms around her tightly.

“I love you,” she whispered against my lips.

“And I love you.” Her hands moved through my hair, gripping it gently.

“Now, take me however you want me.” My pulse thundered through my veins at her words. I didn’t think it were possible, but I grew harder.

“Fuck,” I growled into her mouth. She surrendered to me, gave herself over to me, and I loved her even more for it. “Flip over, Babe.” She smiled at me as I pulled out of her and rolled onto her stomach. She knew what I wanted and brought herself up on her knees, pushing her perfectly round ass into the air for me. My hands smoothed over her cheeks and then continued up her back. I could stare at her forever, but she had other ideas. She spread her knees wider and then bent down so her forearms rested on the mattress, giving me a gorgeous view of all of her.

I slid slowly into her wet heat, groaning at the feeling. “You feel fantastic, Babe. So hot. So soft.” She made her whimpering noise as she met me with a quick thrust backwards onto my cock, making my heart rate spike again. I couldn’t be slow anymore, couldn’t be gentle. I pumped in and pulled back, each time increasing the force. I was rewarded by hearing her groaning and moaning each time I hit that spot inside of her.